SOROS, THE SNAKE CHARMER?
(Or how John 'The Don' McCain serves his master.)
Well, let's take a short walk through the rock garden McCain inhabits.
Who is John McCain?
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Jun 16th 2005
From The Economist print edition
HE IS every American liberal's favourite Republican. He has a long history of championing liberal causes such as campaign-finance reform (with Russ Feingold) and immigration reform (with Teddy Kennedy). He recently derailed the attempt by Senate Republican leaders to junk the delaying filibuster technique for judicial appointments; and he is one of Congress's leading worry-warts on global warming.…
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McCain deplores anti-Kerry ad
White House declines to repudiate it
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The Associated Press
Updated: 1:51 p.m. ET Aug. 5, 2004
WASHINGTON - Republican Sen. John McCain, a former prisoner of war in Vietnam, called an ad criticizing John Kerry’s military service “dishonest and dishonorable” and urged the White House on Thursday to condemn it as well.
The White House declined.
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John McCain comparing his service and POW status to that of John Kerry's *service* in Vietnam just shouts with, "Methinks thou doth protest too much."
Having been aquainted with many Vietnam Veterans, rarely have I seen them jump out of thin air and PROCLAIM themselves heroes to affect advancement for themselves, whether it be in politics or business.
NEVER had I seen the lengths to which John McCain used HIS status as a POW in far too many appearances on Hardball w/Chris (MadAsHell) Matthews, or during the promotions of his self-serving book around all the networks.
One might wonder why so many Vietnam Veterans were so turned off by all that self-adulation that they did NOT vote for him in droves. Do you think it might be there was a certain lack of trust in John McCain's actual "hero" status?
The Kerry/Soros campaign was nearly an instant replay of Johnny Mac's campaign so it was with fascination that I watched John, The Don, McCain cover himself with righteous excrement and run, not walk, to the nearest microphone to call almost every Vietnam Veteran, especially his "brother" POWs, liars or worse.
John, The Don was a crooked snake then, and he always has been. Before and AFTER Vietnam. He was the spoiled brat son of an Admiral BEFORE his hotshot days, so real questions lurk in my mind about what actually happened when he so foolishly pulled the stunt which got him shot down in the first place. Staying on that same path, it also opens huge questions about what took place during his POW years and I'll say it even if no one else dares to.
This guy does not WALK like an American hero, TALK like an American hero, or ACT like an American hero. He walks and talks and acts as though someone else was pulling his strings. Quack, Quack.
At the first available opportunity, with likeminded Clintonistas in office, he threw open the doors to a stubbornly resistant, viral strain of Red Communists, embracing his "captors," visiting his old stomping grounds at the Hanoi Hilton as if it was a homecoming 7 times since 1973 at last count.
McCain and Son
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He was fond of reciting his version of a true story about Mike Christian's flag. The problem with his version, both in his book and in his stump speeches, is that it was not the real story. It was John McCain's VERSION of a story he had nothing to do with, had no complete knowledge of, and yet, he TOLD us he was THERE.
MCCAIN'S VERSION in 2000:
From a speech made by Capt. John S. McCain, US, (Rep) who represents Arizona in the U.S. Senate:
As you may know, I spent five and one half years as a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War. In the early years of our imprisonment, the NVA kept us in solitary confinement or two or three to a cell. In 1971 the NVA moved us from these conditions of isolation into large rooms with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room. This was, as you can imagine, a wonderful change and was a direct result of the efforts of millions of Americans on behalf of a few hundred POWs 10,000 miles from home.
One of the men who moved into my room was a young man named Mike Christian. Mike came from a small town near Selma, Alabama. He didn't wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old.
At 17, he enlisted in the US Navy. He later earned a commission by going to Officer Training School. Then he became a Naval Flight Officer and was shot down and captured in 1967.
Mike had a keen and deep appreciation of the opportunities this country, and our military, provide for people who want to work and want to succeed. As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some prisoners to receive packages from home. In some of these packages were handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing. Mike got himself a bamboo needle.
Over a period of a couple of months, he created an American flag and sewed it on the inside of his shirt. Every afternoon, before we had a bowl of soup, we would hang Mike's shirt on the wall of the cell and say the Pledge of Allegiance. I know the Pledge of Allegiance may not seem the most important part of our day now, but I can assure you that in that stark cell, it was indeed the most important and meaningful event.
One day the Vietnamese searched our cell, as they did periodically, and discovered Mike's shirt with the flag sewn inside, and removed it. That evening they returned, opened the door of the cell, and for the benefit of all us, beat Mike Christian severely for the next couple of hours.
Then, they opened the door of the cell and threw him in. We cleaned him up as well as we could. The cell in which we lived had a concrete slab in the middle on which we slept. Four naked light bulbs hung in each corner of the room. As I said, we tried to clean up Mike as well as we could. After the excitement died down, I looked in the corner of the room, and sitting there beneath that dim light bulb with a piece of red cloth, another shirt and his bamboo needle, was my friend, Mike Christian. He was sitting there with his eyes almost shut from the beating he had received, making another American flag.
He was not making the flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag because he knew how important it was to us to be able to pledge our allegiance to our flag and country.
So the next time you say the Pledge of Allegiance, you must never forget the sacrifice and courage that thousands of Americans have made to build our nation and promote freedom around the world.
You must remember our duty, our honor, and our country.
"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic, for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
THAT does not sound at all like the REAL story, which, by coincidence, I just happen to have. Hmmm.
THE TRUTH ABOUT MIKE CHRISTIAN:
SOURCE: WE CAME HOME ( copyright 1977)
Captain and Mrs. Frederic A Wyatt (USNR Ret), Barbara Powers Wyatt, Editor
P.O.W. Publications, 10250 Moorpark St., Toluca Lake, CA 91602
Text is reproduced as found in the original publication (including date and spelling errors).
UPDATE - 09/95 by the P.O.W. NETWORK, Skidmore, MO
MICHAEL D. CHRISTIAN
Lieutenant Commander - United States Navy
Shot Down: April 24, 1967
Released: March 4, 1973
Family: Father, William D. Christian of Huntsville, Alabama. My mother died during the last year of my captivity.
Sister, Pat Endres of Colonie, New York. Brother, Lary Alan Christian, age 11, of Huntsville, Alabama.
Wife, Charlotte Strong Christian of Virginia Beach, Virginia.
Children, Deborah Kaye, age 13, Sandra Dawn, age11, Pamela Joan, age 8.
Education: Pre High School, Schenectady, New York; Butler High School, Huntsville, Alabama; University of Alabama (1 semester); Purdue University, BSEE 1964.
Navy: Enlisted 28 January 1958-Aviation electronics technician; Naval Enlisted Scientific Education Program (NESEP) a commission program; one and a half years surface Navy in the USS Dahlgren DLG-12; B/N
Wings in 1966; A-6A B/N in VA-85 aboard the USS Kitty Hawk (CVA-63).
Interests: Music, Languages, Literature, Travel, and mainly - my family.
My pilot was Lt. Lewis Irving (Irv) Williams. We were shot down 24 April 1967 at Kep Airfield about 30 miles northeast of Hanoi.
I frequently found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. I got to know the Vietnamese and their methods quite well during five major and various minor pain sessions. Their attempts at propaganda and indoctrination taught me, as it did so many, just how strongly I support the ideals and policies of my country and our system of government. I learned a great deal about myself and my fellow man. I saw Americans function under conditions of great stress and report with pride their tremendous courage and resourcefulness . Perhaps the two strongest lessons I learned are: One, look around and find those who love you. Be aware of their love and react to it while you still can. Two, the International Communist Revolution is a deadly serious business and we MUST become aware of it. We need not panic, but we absolutely must deal with communism from a position of strength. Peace at any price politics will destroy us.
(From the author of WE CAME HOME)
"A friend of mine forwarded me the following story...
I got to live with Mike and considered him a great roommate.
Mike was an A6A pilot, POW 4-24-67 to 3-4-73. A couple of years following release, he was trapped in an apartment by a fire. The bars on the window prevented him from from making an escape. He battled to get through but lost the fight. MM (John Michael McGrath ex POW)."
UNDER HIS WINGS
by Joan Clifton Costner
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Our Flag from The Stars and Stripes: "Mike's Flag."
Pre 1995.
Thorness as he appeared in STOLEN VALOR
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(Condensed from a speech by Leo K Thorness, recipient of the Congressional Medal of Honor. )
You've probably seen the bumper sticker somewhere along the road. It depicts an American Flag, accompanied by the words "These colors don't run." I'm always glad to see this, because it reminds me of an incident from my confinement in North Vietnam at the Hao Lo POW Camp, or the "Hanoi Hilton," as it became known.
Then a Major in the U.S. Air Force, I had been captured and imprisoned from 1967-1973. Our treatment had been frequently brutal. After three years, however, the beatings and torture became less frequent. During the last year, we were allowed outside most days for a couple of minutes to bathe. We showered by drawing water from a concrete tank with a homemade bucket.
One day as we all stood by the tank, stripped of our clothes, a young Naval pilot named Mike Christian found the remnants of a handkerchief in a gutter that ran under the prison wall. Mike managed to sneak the grimy rag into our cell and began fashioning it into a flag. Over time we all loaned him a little soap, and he spent days cleaning the material. We helped by scrounging and stealing bits and pieces of anything he could use. At night, under his mosquito net, Mike worked on the flag. He made red and blue from ground-up roof tiles and tiny amounts of ink and painted the colors onto the cloth with watery rice glue. Using thread from his own blanket and a homemade bamboo needle, he sewed on stars. Early in the morning a few days later, when the guards were not alert, he whispered loudly from the back of our cell, "Hey gang, look here." He proudly held up this tattered piece of cloth, waving it as if in a breeze. If you used your imagination, you could tell it was supposed to be an American flag. When he raised that smudgy fabric, we automatically stood straight and saluted, our chests puffing out, and more than a few eyes had tears. About once a week the guards would strip us, run us outside and go through our clothing. During one of those shakedowns, they found Mike's flag. We all knew what would happen. That night they came for him. Night interrogations were always the worst. They opened the cell door and pulled Mike out. We could hear the beginning of the torture before they even had him in the torture cell. They beat him most of the night. About daylight they pushed what was left of him back through the cell door. He was badly broken; even his voice was gone.
Within two weeks, despite the danger, Mike scrounged another piece of cloth and began another flag. The Stars and Stripes, our national symbol, was worth the sacrifice to him. Now, whenever I see the flag, I think of Mike and the morning he first waved that tattered emblem of a nation. It was then, thousands of miles from home in a lonely prison cell, that he showed us what it is to be truly free.
Sound anything like the McCain "version?" Did he even KNOW about it until he might have read it in Stars'n'Stripes way back when? Did he once read WE CAME HOME?
The SPEECH was delivered by Leo K Thorness, recipient of the Congressional Medal of Honor, who actually WAS there in the same cell with Mike, and who, ironically enough, was one of the featured POWs in the Documentary, STOLEN VALOR. This is one of the honorable men McCain called dishonorable and cheap. It turns my stomach.
But there is so much more to the McCain saga you would not think he could be elected dogcatcher in a normal world.
"Bad money makes people do bad things."???
Well, who would know more about that than Johnny Mac, himself?
He was dirty for years and years, took bribe money to assert power in all directions from the rarefied Senate air, then opened the door for a virtual onslaught of FILTHY, dirty money from Soros, et al, to defeat Conservatives anywhere they could.
The Soros brigade
Don't kid yourself that his hatred of George Bush had anything whatever to do with all this. This is what and who John McCain really is. John McCain rotted from the inside out long before George Bush ever came onto the political stage...and as his popularity grows and grows among the denizens of the MoveOn.Netherworld, we Conservatives remain stupefied at his sheer gall, not only about the mini-coup he pulled on Bill Frist in the Senate, but at the shark feeding frenzy the Democrats have initiated around Tom Delay, who couldn't be as bad in a hundred years as John McCain is in one day of his foul life.
John McCain Apr. 14: Hardball
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EXCERPT FROM HARDBALL, April 14, 2005:
MATTHEWS: But bottom line, would you vote for what’s called the “nuclear option,” to get rid of the filibuster rule on judgeships?
MCCAIN: No, I will not.
MATTHEWS: You will stick with the party?
MCCAIN: No, I will vote against the nuclear option.
MATTHEWS: You will vote—
MCCAIN: Against the nuclear option.
MATTHEWS: Oh, you will?
MCCAIN: Yes.
MATTHEWS: So you will vote with the Democrats?
From BIG things to SMALL things, no one calls him to task for any of it. During the 2000 election, wasn't it John McCain, whose poppa-in-law owns one of the world's largest breweries, who was holding underage drinking parties for teen voters at many of his personal appearances?
Yes, it was. And they didn't vote for him in droves either. The objective "press" did a "lick the boot" report about it somewhere, sometime, but Mac's boozing up kids was just alright, while calling GWB an alcoholic every chance they got.
Okay. That ends JM for today. His story will be a long one and it won't stop here with just this post. He needs to be recognized as the sleaze that he is, Conservative NOT.
GOODBYE, JOHN.....
posted by After Midnight at 8:30 PM
