More national security cuts to the budget?
Well, ya know, I almost understand the cuts to the Department of Defense…it’s a knee jerk reaction for Liberals to go after defense first thing. But, ya know, this one just doesn’t figure. Unless they thought that no one would notice. The Obama Administration has proposed to cut by almost half funding for training federal flight deck officers – those airline pilots who are specially trained to carry firearms on your commercial flight. You know, to protect the cockpit from hijackers. According to the Philadelphia Enquirer;
President Obama’s budget for the coming year, released last month, proposes $12.5 million for the federal flight deck officer and flight crew training program, down from $25 million this year.
The White House budget also calls for a $36.5 million cut in the Federal Air Marshal Service, although $929.6 million would remain in that program.
In an environment of overall budget tightening, the administration proposes that the TSA spend $7.6 billion in 2013, a cut of $197 million.
Yeah, the defense budget, I can almost understand because they hate things that the Constitution actually mentions, these things that protect us directly, that are right in front of the voters’ collective face, well, it just doesn’t make sense in an election year, unless, like I said, they thought no one would notice.
But if you couple these cuts with the cuts to defense, and the blatantly obvious lack of cuts to social programs, it looks to me as if this Administration is planning to disarm this country in the middle of a war against terrorists, taking apart the mechanisms which have resulted in no more successful terrorist attacks in more than ten years. Sacrificing security for votes from the leech class.
Where are the adults?
Category: Barack Obama/Joe Biden, Terror War
3 1/2 weeks, DUI-Guy. Where are those docs?
4 weeks and counting, DUIDave. Having trouble finding those docs? Or figuring out how to use a scanner?
Beginning week 5 with no docs received. The silence here is beginning to speak – quite clearly.
One month tomorrow . . . .
First: an apology up-front to the lads of Midnight Oil – for butchering the lyrics of Drums of Heaven below. And to anyone else who might be offended – except for one individual. DUIDave: it’s been a month since you agreed to send me two docs. Two freaking documents. That takes about 5 or 10 minutes. And you’ve had more than enough time to “shit or get off the pot”. If you ever actually had any docs to begin with, that is. As of today – still nothing. Nada. Rien. Nichts. Niente. You haven’t sent jack shit. So since I had a few minutes, I came up with this little ditty in your “honor”: Jackass at TAH (to the tune of Midnight Oil’s Drums of Heaven) At one time, a jackass called DUIDave posted at T-A-H Making claims of being S-F, with C-I-B too When challenged, he offered to send me the docs backing up all his claims But to date has sent nothing to me, and nothing to you By the time you make up your mind To send me one doc You’ll have white pubes around yer cock And by the time you make up your mind If ever you do You’ll doubtless need Viagra too Davey’s claims seemed bogus and he acted like was a real assclown But many still gave him the benefit of the doubt ‘Till one day, he pushed some of us here just a little bit too far And then made a deal that he just hasn’t honored at all By the time you make up your mind To send me one doc You’ll have white pubes around yer cock And by the time you make up your mind To send me one more You’ll prob’ly be too old to score Go to a Kinko’s Walk to their scanner Put the docs in it Hit the scan button Save them P-D-F Move them to thumb drive Go to a PC and e-mail them to me . . . . By the time you make up your mind To send me one doc You’ll… Read more »
Five weeks today. I think I’ll start calling this guy “Docless Dave”.
5 1/2 weeks and counting, Drunk Dave.
Six weeks tomorrow, Docless Dave.
Well, starting week 7 and still nothing. For everything you’ve claimed to have done, you should have a package of documents. Maybe I should start calling you DWP (Dave Without Package) . . . .
7 1/2 weeks, Packageless Dave. Send that package of documents!
Eight weeks, Docless Dave. Where are the docs? Did you lose them? Or were you lying all along about having any?
Coming up on two months without any docs received, oh docless one passing himself off as DUIDave. Guess I’ll have to start working on something to document the start of month 3.
Well, shoot. I double-checked the calendar and found it’s only been 6 1/2 weeks so far – I goofed. 2 months is NEXT Sunday – not the day after tomorrow.
Oh well, guess that means I’ve got a bit more time to come up with something for the 2-month mark.
Eight weeks today, DUI-guy.
Wassamatta? Can’t find em? What, did you lose your package
(of documents)?
Guess it takes all kinds. Some folks have a package – and some don’t.
8 1/2 weeks. This is beginning to sound like a bad Felini film.
Send the docs, oh Drunk One. If you have any.
116 was me, DUIDave. Thought I’d best spell that out for your benefit.
Two months as of today, DipstickDave. Still waiting for those docs.
I’ll post my “month-3 kickoff” comment tomorrow morning.
Starting month 3, oh packageless boy wonder who calls himself “DUIDave”. It’s been over 2 full months now since you said you’d send me proof of your claims to SF qual and CIB award. Since I’m posting this, obviously you haven’t sent squat. So now it’s time to appropriately recognize that fact – and to piss of a leftist from the music industry at the same time. Bite me, Michael Stipe. You get no apology for the following take on your lyrics from REM’s “What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?” Fair use doctrine, parody, you choose whatever copyright exception you like. Several would seem to apply. Where Yer Documents, Drunkard? Where yer documents Drunkard? You said that you’d send them to me So I could review them, give them some real close scrutiny You claimed to be Ess-Eff, have a See-Eye-Bee So far you’ve sent nothing – no, nothing I’ve seen You’ve acted just like a petulant teen, uh huh You wore out our patience with ignorant spleen, uh huh What’s the deal now Davie? Why do I have no docs to see? What’s the matter, can’t find them? Or is it they “no existee”? If I had to guess, I’d bet on the last You acted the fool here, now you get no pass You wore out our patience by showing no class, uh huh All the time you were just showing your ass, uh huh What’s yer story now Dipstick? Did your dog eat your See-Eye-Bee As well as your orders from finishing Ess-Eff-Que-See? My guess is your lying, have been all along You’re as much use as a castrato’s dong Your story’s quite eff-ed up, but makes a good song, uh huh A song that we’ll sing, we’ll sing loud and strong, uh huh You wore our patience by acting the fool, uh-huh You couldn’t understand You always act like you’re chin’s wet with drool, uh-huh You couldn’t understand You really should know, that shit just ain’t cool, uh-huh You couldn’t understand You never proved squat, so, we’ll f**k with thee, uh-huh Scan and send the documents, “Dave”. Get… Read more »
Starting week 10, DUIDave. I see you’re apparently still packageless.
Week 11 begins, Dave. I see you still can’t find your package
of documents.
Yer package is a terrible thing to lose . . . .
Scan and send the documents, Davie-boy. Week 12 of waiting for you to deliver has begun.
Week 13, Davie-boy. Still no docs – so that means you must still be docless.
It must be terrible to be a grown man and unable to find your own doc . . . .
3+ months, Davie-boy – from early March until today. And still – no docs. I guess you really don’t have a package.
So this one is for you. My apologies to Bono, Edge, and the other lads at U2 for what follows. Beautiful Day is otherwise a rather nice song.
Packageless Dave
Dave you’re a tool
Said you’d send me all your docs
Three months just ain’t cool
Nothing sent to me so far
You lied like a dog
And the reason that we all care
Is ’cause fakers suck
And you’re not fooling anyone
You thought you’d found a fool
To take your side at this place
But you were wrong –
I’ll call you out as a fake
You’re just D-U-I Dave
You act like just a knave
You’re still package-less Dave
So send your “docs” today
You’re just a toad
Seems you’ve got no integrity
You’re name is mud
At T-A-H for all to see
You act like a clown
Nothing that you say rings true
While we all frown
And then we jump all over you
It’s a fake C-I-B
Won’t let you get away
With fake S-F-Q-C
Blow me!
Go now to some other place!
Lie there!
Or deliver here at T-A-H!
I want your docs in black and white
I want to see all those fakes tonight
See your fake S-F-Q-C
And fake orders for your C-I-B
I don’t think you have the balls
To reply to my “BULLSHIT!” call
So go away, shut your damn mouth
And let no more damn lies come out
It’s a fake C-I-B
Won’t let you get away
With fake S-F-Q-C
Faker!
Go now to some other place!
Blow me!
I know now you’re a hopeless waste!
What you don’t have you can’t fake it now
What you don’t have you can’t fake somehow
We’ve now seen through all your BS lies
Don’t need them now
D-U-I Dave, just leave now