Anaheim Police Arrest Protesters; Angrily Point Rifles at Photographers

 @Dave_Lieberman This is my country. As an American, I have a duty to speak the truth.

The term for sleep walking is called somnambulism. Your comments are the perfect example of somniloquence -- the act of talking in one's sleep -- referred to as somniloquism.

I've tried to imagine us having a casual conversation at a park on the weekend. I'm still visualizing. You look at my dog. He's licking his balls. You jokingly said you sure wished you could do that>

I then said if you talked real nice to him, he might let you.... 

 @Dave_Lieberman Your umbrage will remain efficacious as the mods in your loaded levity. If you were in proximity to me, I guarantee your knees would shake uncontrollably. I could rip your arms off and then proceed to sit down and have lunch. You really have no idea. You may feign to stand toe-to-toe with me. You have not the slightest of what it's like to rotate out of Bagram on missions and flying nearly every night (your combat hours quickly ticking up), which meant that flying tallies of missions because we were of comparatively short intervals compared to previous long-range excursions from Karshi-Kanabad. In 45 minutes I could be landing in Gardez, pick up a load of customers and infil them an hour later. And nothing was mundane, nothing routine, and no cowardly assertions.  We were shot at every night. The Taliban and enemy combatants would hear the Blackhawks approaching, searchlights would flash up and down the valleys below us. RPGs and man pads would then start their whooshing up at where they thought the birds were, rounds would whistle through the rotors and fuselages.

Most of the time, the missions went from right down on the deck to over twelve thousand feet in less than half an hour. At this point, we would be freezing cold inside mustang suits and wearing oxygen masks.  It was a dance of RPGs and flaming softtballs as we went evasive. The enemy had retreated a hundred miles south of Kabul to the Paktika Province. They were ensconced in networks of deep caves and mountain redoubts. Jihadists from more than twenty countries had joined in the fight along with Chechens, Uzbekis, and yes, even Pakistanis. America’s most reticent still cared about what had happened to her on September 11, and were prepared to show it – and we still are. 

And I will make no apologies for saying that despite your feelwings being hurt. 

Blocking forces that would kill or capture the enemy were called Chevy, Ford, Oldsmobile and Jeep. Covering us from the air were B-52s and B-1 bombers, AC-130 gunships,

F-15Es, F-16s, F/A-18s and Apache helicopters. Predator drones and P-3 Orions would televise all of it live to Tactical Operations Centers far away. Men you couldn't even stand next to would be breathing very hard in the thin mountainous air, while they killed and tried not to get killed. 

These were close focuses to get our black or white SOF teams into the mountains to hunt for high-value targets and do the toughest of any advances by any men. It was get then in, get them out or move to an alternate. It was either TOC or much higher ups at USSOCOM who would make those decisions. The mission was do it or die. And don't ever talk to me about gang members. Of course you would have no experience of having your bird peppered with machine gun holes, or hearing on the comms that a bird had its controls shot from under them, having to put down by force, and usually had to fight it out until morning when they could be rescued or their bodies recovered. Or you will never hear the chatter on the comms, an Air Force AC-130 pilot having heated exchanges with ground commanders controlling his flight while he covered the AO refusing to leave these guys on the ground without cover despite having a SAM fired at them. It was amazing to hear him say: “Copy. Negative. I am remaining on station.” From there, the ground commanders began shouting and threatening. “All right,” the AC-130 pilot finally complied. “But I want it clear that I’m leaving here under duress.” 

The hair on the back of our necks would tingle with that unpleasant electrical sensation that warns men not to tread any further.The enemy was hunkered down behind cold rocks waiting for the next batch of heroically foolish Americans. Many men would be making decisions those days – some good, some bad, some carefully considered, some instinctive. Many of the clueless like you, in the comfort of your armchair analysis would call the events tragedy or fiasco or better yet, you'd suggest what we should have done. It was not a movie, or some computer game. It was just war, and incidents of war often take place in very close quarters, and with as much time to consider one’s responses as in an unprovoked bar fight. You wouldn’t know anything about the world suddenly opening up, the windshield being splintered and completely shattered as rounds punched across the inside of the helo including the console, and sometimes would slam into your body armor scaring the crap out of you. 

The quilted sound-proofing would disintegrate and float down like confetti. Rounds would lance through one side and out the other. Sparks would spit and fly, and men would yell. You would not be privy to witness an RPG round slicing through the helicopter and exploding inside, shrapnel tearing through one of your fellow Americans legs, blood pulsing out in streams all over the cabin. You have no idea what its like to see gleeful enemy fighters laughing and popping off rounds at the fact they wounded Americans when suddenly their rocky cover would completely disappear in a gigantic black plume from a JDAM delivered by an invisible B-52. Chunks of debris, blood and bone would rain everywhere. You would be foolish enough to tell me some neighborhoods in Anaheim are dangerous. You could not imagine that any but these missions of angry young men could have been able to make climbs at eight thousand feet, in the dead of a Far Eastern winter, frigid air knifing your lungs, an altitude at which a mild toothache became a raging fire. 

They went straight up, vertical, each of them with a hundred pounds of weapons and gear. Mortars would explode amongst the rocks and shear off branches of flimsy pines. Sniper fire would crack across the valley and chip up shale. Even the Sherpas looked at them as if they were crazy. They were only able to do it because they were Elite US soldiers with comrades in peril. They would assault the enemy bunkers. They would shout to one another, firing their weapons as they streamed through the slit trenches and wiped out the nest of enemy combatants. It would be over within a few minutes. It would be repeated more times than your boyish mind could imagine. Subsequently, I never looked down on you because of my service and love for my country, but you've attacked me for what? Words? How noble. 

While the untenable stand on the sidelines with inflatables prepared to save jumpers because they missed the sale at Nordstroms, intrepid men are risking their lives  for country and freedom. This fosters tremendous courage, without which democracy is doomed. Horrible as is the mysterious power of war, there is no deliverance by fate, wealth, power, ostentatious words, or the tiresome juvenile charges of being a charlatan with incurable verbal diarrhea. To even make that suggestion is far too feminine for my tastes. Sometimes, trying to man up isn’t nearly as important as being a lucky bastard. Go right ahead and bat your eyes copyeditor.

Fornication Under Carnal Knowledge

                                     Yields Ontological Ultimatums...

 @Dave_Lieberman 

2). People are getting tired of being made to feel like criminals for holding the wrong opinion, and there's a massive backlash coming against political correctness and censorship when it goes against what is best for the country. Especially when all young people in college who are having pap rammed up their asses by globalist multicultural androgynous middle-class university-think left-wing pricks finally grow up and start thinking for themselves. It'll be like getting rid of lead poisoning. Meanwhile, OCW’s politics are being forced on the unwilling, which is deplorable. It does however, have a duty to reflect the views and the values of everyone it purports to serve and not just the views and values of the globalist multicultural androgynous middle class university-think left-wing pricks that happen to work there. It also has a duty to the public to tell the simple truth, unvarnished without bias and spin. We can get that from Telemundo, thank you very much. We deserve better.

I realize your disregard for men like me. I'm a seasoned military officer, steeped in combat. I have no apologies to offer. I've seen things that would make you puke continuously for the rest of your life. I've been tasked to take on the most sinister people who wish harm to this country. When I returned, it's as if I've landed into some weird Twilight Zone episode, where the US is taken to the UN for violations of human rights for wanting to protect it’s citizens from invasion, Executive Orders to halt deportations, American citizens deemed the enemy for wanting the laws enforced, Mexican Studies teaching hate in American schools, vociferous demands for citizenship, the outlandish deplorable birthright citizenship  scam, stupid legislation such as the anti-Arizona law, the constant push for driver's licenses for illegals, and now a jury of peers has become a race-based protest mob armed with a street view app. It's the same thing we had to endure while engaged in combat. Yes, I'm that man who can play poker, football, hunt, destroy enemies of this country, spend a few bucks at a gentlemen's club once in a blue moon, change my own oil and build shit. I'm that man who can put an addition on his house, fight, and drill for oil, weld shit, design shit, and engage phony journalists. I'm that type of man who can get a train filled with 100,000 tons of coal and get it to the power plant on time so that pussies like you can keep the lights on and never know what it took to flip that light switch.

You're the typical liberal anti-American poltroon who fell in love with his own reflection in the pool of urine he left on the floor, not realizing it’s merely an image, and you’re still not able to stop looking. The chances of having honest discussions regarding any issue without crippling euphemisms are about as likely as finding fur on a fish or getting unbiased news from the globalist multicultural androgynous middle-class university-think left-wing pricks like you Dave. Interjection without substantial colloquy confirms your attempt as derision. Vexation as dialog. Soliloquies that feign pretext have no validity, and are considered null and void. Reproach as the substitute for dialog.

And lastly, I must add that your phlegmatic primary determinant of human traits and capacities is showing. Pull your skirt down, and make certain you never travel to the Middle East. You would not last a day as a man with a Veneris Mons, clitoral hood, clitoris, or labia minora. Hell, even your perineum would cost you greatly...

 @Dave_Lieberman 

Batcopyeditor?

1).Ubiquitous men who serve would dismiss such pretense. This is the absurdity of convivial perfunctory synopsis. In the Paktika Province, these assaults were aces called Iron, Metal and Steel. What is it with you libtards and socks? I'd be more than willing to accommodate you with my H & K Mk 23. You duplicitous anti-American fanatics who are such a nuisance in the way wouldn't be half the problem you are without complicity of globalist multicultural androgynous middle-class university-think left-wing pricks, who are all too eager to reject testosterone, suppress free speech, and dissent by categorizing all as bigotry and racism.

It only takes one look at OC Weekly to discover your reputation for impartial news reporting has been pretty much destroyed by this babyish demonstration of political correctness, misleading headlines, and thought steering. The truth is no longer sacred. It's now seen as something to be navigated around with euphemisms as in the case of tens of millions of illegal aliens, or simply dismissed with crude slanders like “far right" when it comes to any political views you disapprove of. You deduce that the military was deployed. Civilians of the US are protected by The Posse Comitatus Act of 1878. It is US federal law. This "breaking news" anti-Anaheim P.D. hit-piece insists on inferring that anyone who opposes lawlessness is presented as some kind of far right racist monster hiding under your futon, which is such an outrageous slur, it ought to be actionable. But there was no mention of the Spanish-language Radio Network rhetoric, Latino hate rallies sponsored by La Raza, the incidents that led up to the unfortunate loss of life, various anti-American anti-law hate groups and Spanish-language media, which has been the gist of my commentary. Nazis and racists are far right according to you. Anyone would think you were talking about Hitler when anyone opposes you.

Many of us really do marvel how some of you people have the impudence to even submit yourselves as journalists. I surmise people do trust OC Weekly as a source of impartiality and truth, yet according to so-called writers and journalists, the people of Anaheim have a police department staffed with SS and Nazis in the leadership. The words pig, animals, Shooting Desmadre (Animal House –that was creative) appeared early as part of the subterfuge, informing the reader right away that: "this officer involved in the shooting is somebody we disapprove of, and we suggest that you disapprove of him as well, and you know you can trust us –were the OC Weekly." We can't trust people such as you to simply look at anything impartially and tell the simple truth. Because the truth is OC Weekly is not an impartial source for news. Perhaps it never was. You have a cultural, immoral, and political agenda, because its full to the rafters with globalist multicultural androgynous middle-class university-think left-wing pricks – people who see their mirror-image in the culture of OC Weekly, which lives and breaths multiculturalism, so-called diversity, and all things globalist multicultural androgynous middle-class university-think left-wing prick, and where OCW advocates for its globalist multicultural androgynous middle class university-think left-wing prick staff, and the herds of globalist multicultural androgynous middle class university-think left-wing prick who are encouraged to leave their steered comments, while dissenters are detested. And that OCW is such an overtly biased globalist multicultural androgynous middle-class university-think left-wing prick portal, it could be Swedish, and in news terms, it doesn't get any more damning than that. As well as being an open platform for lawlessness, pro-illegal immigration, homosexuality, globalism, and the constant articles that steer inferior opinions of conservatives, OCW is the natural home of the terminally tolerant.

It’s characterized by a smug and patronizing political correctness, and anti-America hatred that by default blames Western society and especially the United States for everything that's wrong with this world. It's the rag of choice for relativist wackos who endorse the arrogant illegal alien tsunami as a symbol of the anti-white male movement. It’s for people who say they know some perfectly normal decent Hispanics, so therefore illegal aliens can't possibly be a threat to anybody, and anyone who says they are, is being racist and should be silenced or exposed as such. It’s for people who are passionate about diversity, even though they all went to the same anti-American universities, read the same anti-America books, and have the same anti-American dopey opinions about everything. OC Weekly and its list of journalist impostors are pillars of this globalist multicultural androgynous middle-class university-think left-wing pricktocracy whose days are numbered.