Chris Matthews
 

Did he do the bit about, "Democrats drive like this, but Republicans drive like THIS!!!"?

Cracks me up every time.

Oh, the good old days.
 

Hm. I can't recall Ty saying this, but I know that I have certainly said that there is a difference between what happens in the heat of battle and what happens at a prison. Doesn't mean to me that it's not torture if Sgt. Rock does it, but that the context provides some excuse or mitigation.

Let's assume that someone killed your father, and you killed that guy in turn. It can be considered excused as self defense, or you can be arrested for manslaughter, or first degree murder, depending upon when and where you do it, but it's still homicide.

People can't pay me for research either, but when I tell a judge at a hearing that a witness said "X" in her deposition, and opposing counsel says "she never said that," I damn well better be able to provide a page and line number.

But, since this isn't court, perhaps I should just make shit up, and when called on it, cry that I don't do free research for people?

Ooooh, the veiled insults again! The real question, since you brought Ty up in bashing Gatti, is why you are so concerned with what Ty says.

And I will point out that you still haven't really responded to the substance of Gatti's post. It's cool -- after all, as Rudy points out later in the transcript, he never would have broken the Mob without "aggressive questioning."

eta: Whoops. Broken, not broke. And you can have the last word, Hank.

Chris Matthews
 

republicans drive their suvs to the country club, democrats drive their suvs to the theatre to see "an inconvienient truth."

Oh, the good old days.
 

you just accepted what Ty said, plus you ain't the judge.

Translation: it bothers me that people won't leave ppnyc alone so I'll lash out at Hank, who is really innocent and doesn't deserve it.

Dumb but Effective
 

T. Boone Pickens shows how dumb he can be:

T. Boone to Pay Kerry $1 Million

Chris Matthews
 

In my neighborhood the Repubs are mostly lined up in their SUVs in the street outside the Costco parking lot, waiting for a spot to open up so they can buy extra large containers of Pop Tarts, soda, frozen chicken fingers or whatever it is you people eat. They block the road and it's just about impossible to squeeze my Prius past them to get to the Whole Foods. I mean, honestly.

Chris Matthews
 

there are no reps in your neighborhood. there are midle class people we brain washed into thinking the Rs are on their side.

Chris Matthews
 

They opened a Whole Foods in Elizabeth?

Oh, the good old days.
 

Me neither, but I'm sure Hank can link to one of my posts.

From the front lines
 

Subject: Iraq Update #5 (final from Iraq) This is from my friend, now Colonel Jay George who is about to complete his 15 month tour. The majority of his time was spent with Iraqi forces. One prays that his optimism is justified by events.
Spanky


UNCLASSIFIED

Dear Family and Friends,



We are down to the last days here, God-willing. I am tired, but am rejuvenated every day that I think about kissing my wife’s beautiful face and holding on to my kids. I will not try to paint a rosy picture – these last two months have seemed to be the slowest, toughest, and most draining of the whole time we have been here. The great news is that I have seen some huge leaps toward independence by my Iraqi Army counterparts in the last weeks. The tangible progress has really given a sense of comfort and accomplishment for the team. I look forward to sitting with family and friends to tell you more when I see you, but will more than likely just want to sit with you and talk about you and catch upJ.



As always, I will be including pictures in this email to give you some of our events in the last two months. I was promoted to Colonel on 1 November and was able to share the moment with Kysa, Trey and Kyla over a VTC – truly memorable. The past two weeks have been tough on some of our counterparts who see Americans come and go, while trying to rebuild trust in relationships. I have made and lost some true Iraqi Army friends here who have put their lives on the line for me and other American Soldiers. They are growing and gaining a slow momentum. There are obviously miles to go before they sleep, but they are moving forward: It’s safer, the people are on the streets again, kids are walking to school and playing in soccer leagues, and many females are wearing more colorful outfits out in public. There have been peaceful demonstrations, food distribution, businesses opening, satellite media recently hooked up, electricity towers being installed, and the list goes on. It is 180 degrees different from six months ago when many parts of the city looked like a ghost town, and we counted on contact with the “bad guys”.



I think that the greatest thing I have learned here is all that I have to be thankful for in my life. I have taken so much for granted over and over again. When I would wake up in the morning back home, I didn’t really worry about whether it would be safe to drive to work, to talk to a policeman, to stop at a store, to sit with my family at a restaurant, or to serve in the military without threats to my family that very well could be carried out – to include death. As I get closer to Thanksgiving, I am recollecting all that I have and that I should be thankful. I sat with the Ugandans who guard or FOB today, in a church service today. I watched them take great joy in dancing and singing in worship of the same God I worship, and then I heard their prayer requests for help from the same God. It was refreshing, yet humbling to hear from another part of the world about how much I have to be thankful, yet the Ugandans found great joy in the midst of what most Americans would consider a meager living, and in tough conditions. Again, my thoughts went to how much we are blessed. It has been a real privilege to learn more about thankfulness, and our blessings.



I said goodbye to the drivers and gunners from our small team today. They have been a great source of laughter and peace. The joy of sitting with a Soldier over a plate of lunch, hearing about his family back home, and then hearing the stories or imitations of events or some of us leaders is enough to keep me going day after day. Today I sat with a young Soldier who shared some thoughts about how he was able to keep calm when getting shot at, or after a near miss with an IED – I could see how confident he was in his training, his leadership and his buddies. This particular Soldier, PFC Walter Hill, always shared how his G-Ma (Grandmother who raised him) would deal with some of the antics of other Soldiers if she were here, and how she had disciplined him as a young man. He was the youngest on the team, a PFC, but I had heard him directing helicopters, tanks, and Bradleys on our radio. I had also heard him sending in reports as second nature, and all this as a driver. Soldiers like Walter Hill amaze me. I cannot adequately create for you the picture of the confidence that I have in our Army after crossing life paths with a guy like Walter. I wish you all could see it as well.



Let me finally say thanks again to all of you for your cards, letters, notes, emails, goodies, boxes, and prayers. Your “packaged care” have been sustaining to me and to our Soldiers. I hope to see every one of you who have sent me something so I can tell you personally “Thanks You”. Please keep us in prayer over these last three weeks as we load out people and equipment, and that we would be safe.



I have included pictures of awards ceremonies, promotions, Soldiers doing Soldier things, and some food! Enjoy.



In His Grip,

- Jay





COL Jay George

2-5 IA MiTT

3HBCT, 1st Cav Div

(if anyone would like to see the pictures just send me your email and I will send them to you)

Chris Matthews
 

The guy seems pretty conservative to me yet he worked for Jabba the Hut all those years. Kind of weird.

Oh, the good old days.
 

No. He's just apparently tired of talking, but loves to post anyhow, so he gets enjoyment out of being a flaming asshole.

S_A_M

The Crimson Letter
 

Face facts - people don't like Harvard men.

The Crimson Letter
 

The sad thing is, when Hank was a little boy he dreamed of becoming a Whiffenpoof.

The Crimson Letter
 

I remember singing , I must have been 7 or 8,

• Gentleman songsters off on a spree
  Damned from here to eternity
  God have mercy on such as we
  Baa! Baa! Baa!

when my mom said "Hanka, little fellow, looka at the rosters, year after year, the Whieenpoofs no let ina any I- talians!"

I turned crimson that day in more ways than one.