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It appears that Obama’s plan is working. Even with T-90 tanks on the border the economic sanctions against Russia are taking effect.
If you only follow America’s three lettered media… here are some things they have kept from you:
- Hope of recruiting Beijing as an ally to blunt Western sanctions looks doomed
- China did not stand behind Russia in the UN Security Council vote on Crimea, as it had over Syria.
- Its foreign ministry stated that “China always sticks to the principle of non-interference in any country’s internal affairs and respects the independence, sovereignty, and territorial integrity of Ukraine.
- Turkmenistan’s gas used to flow North, hostage to prices set by Gazprom. It now flows East.
- in Kazakhstan, where Chinese companies have taken over much of the energy industry.
- It is surely unlikely that imperious Xi Jinping will throw away the great prize of G2 Sino-American condominium to rescue a squalid and incompetent regime in Moscow from its own folly.
- Enough of Europe’s gas pipelines have been switched to two-way flows since 2009 to help at least some of the vulnerable frontline states
- Officials have been ordered to draft plans within 90 days to break dependence on Gazprom… Imports of Russian may be slashed by half within a decade.
- Russia’s central bank cannot defend the rouble without tightening monetary policy, driving the economy deeper into recession in the process.
- Russian banks and companies must roll over $155bn of foreign debts over the next twelve months in a hostile market, at a premium already over 200 basis points.
- Any sanction against any oligarch linked to any Russian company could shut it out of global capital markets, potentially forcing default
- The price of oil is poised to fall — ceteris paribus — as Iraq’s output reaches a 35-year high, the US adds a million barrels b/d a day this year from shale, and Libya cranks up exports again. The International Energy Agency says global supply jumped by 600,000 b/d last month. Deutsche Bank predicts a glut. So does China’s Sinopec. Mr Putin needs prices near $110 to fund his budget. He may face $80 before long.
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So in attacking Ukraine, Putin has lost China, lost middle Asia, lost Merkel, and unless it is immediately taken by force, lost all attempts to woe Ukraine back into the union.
He’ll attack shortly for domestic consumption. if he doesn’t he is done at home. The US should announce 20,000 troops are headed to Ukraine, and they should be stationed in reserves for military reasons; … to prevent them from being taken out in an opening sneak attack. If we could convince the Chinese to join us, we could quite possibly have decades more of peace in our times…..
That will depend on Obama.
When one first starts blogging one always pens a brief note regarding Veteran’s Day. After doing it several years in a row, one gets to feel that one is actually demeaning a special day, for over time, one loses the ability to come up with something new to say. It’s all been said before… by you.
If you stopped by any Veteran’s Day Memorial Celebration, you probably felt the same as I. The heads of office all get up to spout off some words their publicist dashed off in the middle of last night, the functionary guild officers roam the crowd and do their politicking, the high school band looks like it got up too early on it’s school day off.
It seems shallow; perfunctory.
That is not what I saw.
I saw 200+ people who got out of bed and made it a point to attend. Why? I saw some in current uniform. Some in their American Legion of VFW uniforms. I some some in jeans, . But for some reason, some deep underlying force motivated them to get up, get showered and dressed, get into their cold cars and drive to and then park, and even then, walk half a mile in the cold to sit under at tent for two hours of boring speeches all the while exposed to elements.
I saw the US Flag with the MIA flag underneath it, and the 5 service flags all waving in the breeze, while the functionaries droned on and on, each trying to make it sound like they were America’s solders’ best friends. It waved magnificently.
When one writes a blog and centers it on passion, a lot of phrases oneself used in the past, when uttered again ring hollow from overuse.. Perhaps they still inspire those hearing it for the first time.
Every year brings something different . A new perspective. This year was no different….
Perhaps because it was the 95th anniversary of that day when the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, caused the guns to go silent.
A moment of silence was offered. And since I wasn’t paying attention to all the blah-blah-blah leading up to it, the silence hit me stronger than before. There was all this background noise, and suddenly it was quiet…
Don’t know if any of you have been in war, but war is full of noise. The closest to that situation then, is the 53rd Parallel today. Shots are randomly being fired, and no one really pays attention to who is firing them. Sometimes one side even gets orders to use up as much ammunition as possible, since peace will soon be coming upon them. Yes, war is ruled by the dumb. Those things happen.
But what it must have been like to have heard the distant non stop booms of artillery for the past 8 months, and suddenly then, it stops.
Instinctively you wait for the next one…. and it never comes… Slowly it dawns on you that it is over. You made it. You didn’t die. You might make it home after all….
It is hard to imagine that feeling unless one has lived it. One’s duty done. One’s memory bank full. One’s emotions unexplainable except through eye contact with fellow soldiers. You get to go home, and many of your friends… won’t.
There are a lot of things you wish you could take back. Actions against the enemy you wish you hadn’t taken. You don’t feel like the hero you will be hailed as when you get back.. What you did was dirty business. But you are going to praised for it back home. You tell yourself, it is just how it is, and you put up a brave face….
You are scarred. When you get back, you see other people who didn’t go, and they seem so immature. They act like they are in elementary school. Gradually it seems like everyone is like that. A whole society is completely engrossed in a television series the played the night before… Don’t they know that is just made up? Don’t they realize it is just pretend?
Your best friends, who you longed to get back to normal with while you were under fire, now think you are weird. When you walk into a room, you can tell, they weren’t praising you, and you simply don’t know why.. Weren’t you the one… WHO DID ANSWER THE CALL?
Only others, those coming back with you, seem to accept you.
It is no one’s fault really. Just an educational divide that has to be experienced to be believed. And war is an experience that we don’t want happening very often.
That is why black, Hispanic, Caucasian, Asian, male, female, those petty differences don’t matter any more. By the unique experience of serving the United States of America, these comrades are family.
And so…. they get up early on Veteran’s Day. Dust off the parade uniforms, and squeeze themselves back into those now tight fitting clothes. Some are pulled by memories. Some are pulled by psychology. Some are just pulled.
They are America’s true heroes… As foes become friends, and friends become foes across the spread of years, ideologies and philosophies fall by the wayside. Words like Democracy and Freedom and Liberty ring hollow, especially when as an invader you brought none of that. You brought martial law.
But the bond exists between all those who’ve faced someone trying to kill them. Someone who doesn’t know them. Someone who in another time or place would be hilarious to get stinking drunk with. Someone who may miss their loved one. Someone who may have more kids. Someone who loves their mother, maybe even more than you.
But we ask these men, and often tell them… to disregard humanity, that there is a greater purpose, one justifying taking a life just like yours…. A greater cause that can only be fulfilled by having more soldiers left standing then the other side is capable of replacing on their side…
These men, these women, fought war. War, the senseless, cruel, wasted reality that makes no sense once it is over. They fought war. War which is stupid. War which is costly. War which kills.
There is only one reason war exists… One side wants it…. and as a defensive nation, through most of our history, we were not that side. We fought to end wars. We fought to stop it…
These veterans for their small part they played, all tried to do what they could in their own small way, to end war…
And for that… we must honor them always…..
Midnight last night,… they straggled in having left Occupied Philadelphia some 14 hours before… On the road, having crossed Philly’s 30th Street Bridge, angled down Rt.13, continued through Chester, through the middle of the Marcus Hook refinery, through Claymont, down Philadelphia Pike, up Market Street, past Fletcher Park, crossing 9th Street, dropping into the plaza between 8th and 9th Streets.
Led by a snare drum that erupted as they reached the top of the steps, the tired group descended into the plaza, arriving with sore feet, worn out, hungry and looking for bathrooms.
Waiting for them were a pile of donations; food, drink, tents, trips to homes for showers, and a massive outpouring of good will from a lot of people sympathetic to what they are drawing attention,,,,
These band of marchers were celebrities… You wouldn’t know it by looking at them, They looked like regular people….
Why would someone take a vacation, and walk from New York to Washington DC?
Oh sure, the other “walks” history tells us about.. Like those from Selma to Montgomery made in order to protest the exclusion of African Americans from economic opportunity at that time, but that was important. They were protesting against everything.. They were at the end of their rope, and had no other options….
And that is when it hits… We are there again. Only this time it is not based on skin color… it is not based on religion, … it is not based on gender…. it is not based on political affiliation….
It is based for simple words, on lack of economic opportunity.
Lack of economic opportunity…
None of these people want a hand out.. A lot of them have jobs. None of these people want the capitalist system dismantled. They are already financially dependent upon it..
They want opportunity.. That very thing Ronald Reagan stood up and once said, was the only thing seperating America from all nations… we had opportunity whereas they did not…
That is what they are willing to give up their vacation for. That is what they are willing to sleep on the ground for. That is what they are willing to get arrested for….
For you, … for your children…
Like Rosa Parks, … they finally said. “No. Come what may, I’m just not caving in any more…..”
The 3rd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment say they cut diesel consumption in their generators from 20 gallons a day to 2.5 gallons a day, according to a Marine report.
Thanks to flexible solar panels, the sun can help run military equipment — and it may even cut down on casualties.
Marines who used the technology say it helps in three main ways:
- Fewer Supply Convoys — With less need for fuel and batteries, fewer trucks are exposed to possible attacks on the road.
- Quieter Is Safer — Units that rely on diesel generators to keep equipment running at night could go quiet while running on batteries, making them harder for the enemy to find.
- Efficiency — The foldable solar blankets are light and don’t take up much space. That should help patrols’ mobility, and save space for other supplies — like ammunition, as one sergeant says.
The recent tests showed that using alternative energy on military missions has both tactical and environmental benefits. And in both the Virginia and the Afghanistan tests, Marines praised the panels for being durable, light and simple — kind of the trifecta for field gear.
Contrary to those Republicans still wanting to throw away huge subsidies to Big Oil, employing this technology on top of every house in America, would go a long way to bettering every single American’s life and put more money in his/her pocket.
Semper Fi.
I dare your patriotic tear ducts NOT to swell up a little….
Seasons greetings from CAAT 1, WPNS CO, 2nd Battalion 2nd Marines. (filmed on site at Alpha 1) Merry Christmas!
“Merry Christmas From Afghanistan”
Merry Christmas from Afghanistan, oh man, it’s that time of year,
and the birth of Jesus doesn’t seem to please the terrorists down here;
I’d like to take a moment for you folks at home to make it clear;
Merry Christmas from the Eastern Hemisphere.
Merry Christmas from Afghanistan, way back in the USA,
You’ve got mistletoe and falling snow, we’ve got sandstorms and grenades
But what the hell, it’s just as well we celebrate it anyway,
Merry Christmas from 5,000 miles away.
And I remember many Decembers, sitting ’round that tree,
And now I’m in an outer cordon sitting ’round an IED,
I’ve traded yams and roasted ham for a chicken noodle MRE,
Merry Christmas from out here in the middle east.
So merry Christmas from Afghanistan, from our AO to yours,
I’ll be watching illegal DVDs and defecating out of doors,
Put my pedal to the metal man, I’ll settle for that medal of honor when I win the war,
Single-handedly from my armored drivers door.
Yuletide salutations from our vacation in the sand,
from this E-3 Lance Coolie and up the whole chain of command
Between Al Qaeda, Al Jazeera, Mujahadeen, and the Taliban,
It’s a very merry Christmas in Afghanistan.
From south Montana, to northwest Indiana, to the shores of North Caroline,
From NYC to LA’s beaches and down the Mason-Dixon Line,
It’s that season where we’re freezing, but all in all, we’re doing fine,
So merry Christmas from Afghanistan tonight.
It’s that season where we’re freezing, but all in all, we’re doing fine,
So Merry Christmas down the Final Protection Line!
May God bless and protect our troops serving in this forsaken region of the world. Has a finer group of men ever served? God be with each and everyone of them this Christmas, and forever. Amen.