The Never Ending DRC “Groundhog Day” Saga – Episode 14
Well, it seems I’ve been “exposed”. Yet again.
It seems the DRC, or perhaps a member thereof, thinks they know who I am. Yet again.
This time, a little birdie told me that they’ve “determined” I’m a First Sergeant. And they’ve also “determined” that I’m assigned to an Army Engineer unit.
Hmm. That’s odd. I don’t remember getting those assignment orders. I think I’d remember something like that.
I also don’t remember getting orders appointing me to be a First Sergeant in any Engineer unit. I think I’d remember that, too.
And I distinctly remember getting retirement orders some time back. (Looks at file copy.) Yeah, there they are. Maybe I should check my ID card to be sure.
(Looks at Retired ID card). Yep, ID card confirms it – I’m retired. Hmm. So, how in the world did I get assigned to an Engineer unit as a First Sergeant?
Gee, ya don’t suppose those morons fellows got things wrong yet again, do you?
Well, yeah: they did. For at least the 14th time, they’ve had a collective brain fart and misidentified another individual as being me.
Wait, scratch that. They’d actually have to have a functional brain to have a brain fart. Not sure they qualify on that score – even in aggregate.
For the record: I’m not assigned to any Engineer unit; I’m a retiree. I don’t know this guy they’ve identified as being me – hell, I’ve never met him. (I’m not going to name him here; he doesn’t need the grief.) And I don’t live anywhere near his unit’s HQ, either.
But nonetheless, the DRC claims that’s who I am. And considering their track record here . . . I’m not surprised.
Those fools couldn’t find their own butts with written instructions, both hands, two full-length mirrors, and a helper. It figures they’d screw up “finding” me one more time.
. . .
OK, obligatory recap. This is at least the 14th time the DRC has Fornicated Fido and identified some individual as being me. I’m pretty sure I’ve missed one or two of their bogus IDs along the way, so the real total is probably higher.
They’ve been wrong every freaking time. And they show no sign of getting any better with practice.
For anyone interested, this article gives a brief description of their last erroneous ID. This second article gives additional details concerning their other dozen “goofs”.
I swear, I think I’m going to have to post them step-by-step instructions. That’s probably the only way they’ll ever be successful at finding Hondo.
But I think I’ve figured out something else about whoever’s doing this: this song absolutely must be a favorite of theirs. Kinda descriptive of their obsessive mind-set, IMO. (smile) (Warning: lyrics around 2:15 and 5:43 may be briefly NSFW/around prudes, children, or clergy due to language.)
Footnote: In case you’re wondering about the piano work on the song, that’s apparently Ron Argent’s handiwork.
Helluva job, IMO. Really a pity he and the lads didn’t do more work together over the years.
Category: "Teh Stoopid", Dumbass Bullshit, WTF?
I AM HONDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In recognition of being first for the first time I’d like to thank first and foremost Hondo. If Hondo wasn’t Hondo then it wouldn’t be possible for me to be Hondo.
My apologies, I hit the report button while scrolling.
I am Hondo!
I’ll confess: I am Hondo
No, I am Hondo…. Or maybe not…. Ba Ha Ha Ha Ha!
No. John Wayne is Hondo. Everybody knows that. There’s a movie about it and everything.
John Wayne was my Maternal Grandfather.
Does that mean I have Hobo blood coursing through my veins?
I hope so.
Way back in the day, Hack Stone was undergoing the rigorous training of 1st Recruit Battalion, PISC. One day, the Seniir Drill Instructor told us about when he was in Basic Training, one of the recruits, named Morrison, claimed that his cousin was Marion Morrison. He would never shut up with the claim. Finally, the Senior Drill Instructor told Recruit Morrison “If Marion Morrison is your cousin, why don’t you have him come here?” When they were up at Camp Pendleton for that portion of training, they received a call from the front gate that a limousine was heading their way. The limousine pulls up to the barracks, and out steps John Wayne. The point of Hack’s Senior Drill Instructor’s story is that if you are going to talk shit, you better be able to back it up. Sometime later that day, a fellow Recruit in Hack’s platoon said “John Wayne is my cousin, too.” So Hack told him to get John Wayne to drop by. At this point, John Wayne was deceased for two years and change. John Wayne’s “cousin” then had a hissy fit. “The Duke is dead! Take that back!” I had my doubts. Not that John Wayne was dead, just that John Wayne was his cousin.
Mine is a complete no-shitter story.
John Logan Wayne (1884-1955), born, raised, died and buried in Pulaski County, Indiana.
He can be checked out on the Find-a-Grave website.
As a side note, both my maternal and paternal grandfathers were born within two weeks and two miles of each other and were boyhood pals.
But Grandfather John must have had some hobo blood in him as he met and married Grandma in Beaverhead County, MT in 1918. She originally was from the Weeping Willow area of the Oklahoma Indian Territory, so she may have had a little shot of hobo blood in her also.
No, the Hobo blood comes from the Woodie Guthrie side of the clan, from ridin’ the rails.
As far as I know, Ex-PH2, I’m not related whatsoever to that musically-talented communist bastard. And I wouldn’t claim it if I was.
That’s why I keep sayin’ you ain’t no Hobo feller.
Not my fault if some dimwitted twit can’t spell things correctly, is it?
Anthony Weiner is Hondo.
Winner!
Faa Que. (smile)
Smile
Nah, the Feds have his computer. You know, the computer that Hillary Clinton was sending classified documents to is also the same computer Anthony Weiner was sexting an underage girl on.
You just can’t make this stuff up.
#IamHondo
I thought Carlos Danger was Hondo.
Fah Queue Tu. (smile)
Those blithering poltroons have accused at least 13 innocent Men of being me, among them are a former Navy SEAL and a former Green Beret. While trolling me on other sites and Disqus I repeatedly told one of them that he was wrong and that his accusing others of being me was MY fault because I wouldn’t surrender my real identity to him. To this date those booger-eating dingleberries STILL haven’t discovered who i truly am and never will, they couldn’t find their own asses at high noon with a searchlight and GPS!
Since these folks seem to have no conscious, conscience, or care one whit about anything other than their inward focused selves, of course they are concerned with nothing other than causing whatever discomfort they can to as many other folks as possible. That is a serious mental defect.
Complete disregard for the law, common sense, facts, minimal social graces, or simple cognitive function speaks volumes about them and their mental dysfunctions. Yet they continue to prove their individual and collective antisocial proclivities daily.
Their drive to cause indiscriminate pain to others is potentially very dangerous. If any of them ever realize that they can never accomplish their stated objectives, there is no predicting what they might then do.
Oh, well. Too bad they can’t simply fade away gracefully. Some day they might even realize that they are making themselves miserable and decide to stop doing that. (Pardon me, but I will not be holding my breath for that to occur. We can still hope for it.)
I am a big supporter of critical thinking. Deductive reasoning usually leads me down the right path to reveal some kind of truth, albeit that truth is most often a-priori.
In lieu of these wild speculations concerning the identity of “That HOBO Guy”, may I suggest a copious use of Occam’s razor.
They should be asking, “Who is not Hondo”. Since I am Spartacus, they should know who I am not.
I hope they ask themselves “what is the square root of negative one?”….that is the pathway to inner peace and nirvana. But I am no grad student.
Any good 12B slots Hondo?
I’m sure there are, but I’ll be damned if I know where. You’d have to ask someone assigned to an Engineer unit that question. (smile)
I imputation that yon poltroon hath stirred the shitpot a few times too oft and this fangled Barrister shalt anon make him lick not mirable the embracement yet the rim of the skillet withal.
Yeah, DAB is going to have a cow when he finally realizes MCPO NYC USN Ret. is HONDO.
Anyone could have figured it out.
Ha-you aren’t fooling me “Hondo”. Not only was the DRC right this time, they have been right EVERY time! That’s because you are, in reality, a time-traveling, shape-shifting alien sent here to expose the DRC so that you can reduce them to penury via lawsuit and they will have to share with you their discoveries in the areas of coconut technology and powerless flight.
I mean, how else do you explain TSO in a hot dog suit?!? How else indeed?
Yes, we only have to wait for them to reveal to us your next form and then your nefarious plan will have come to fruition and then you can abscond with them to Ceti Alpha Prime.
(I mean regardless of the accuracy of any of the rest of this, would any alien who happens to read this please take Bernath at least off to another planet? Doesn’t even have to be habitable-we aren’t picky)
Dude, don’t spoil intergalactic relations like that…
It doesn’t have to be habitable… or a planet… maybe just an airlock… closed or open, your choice.
The UFO would inexplicably run out of fuel and crash 200 yards off Uranus.
Come on, now. You are making this way too easy to write this material.
So… 68W58, you are saying that Dr. Who is Hondo?
Does that make DRC the Dalek?
Hmm. A Time Lord? That would be nice . . . but, unfortunately, it’s not correct.
“Vell, Hondo’s just zis guy, you know?” (smile)
I am Hon…..Carlos Danger!
I AM TONY STARK! I AM IRON MAN!!!
From the Urban Dictionary…….
TOP DEFINITION
hondo
1. An old John Wayne movie
2. someone who behaves like a cowboy, ie: sees what he or she wants and takes it, roadtrips in the middle of the night, is otherwise crude in manner.
Maybe that trip to Wisconsin took so long because we left in the middle of the night like a couple of Hondos.
I know how you like other people’s girlfriends…you Hondo.
This should narrow it down some for the DRC.
Looks like we ALL could have been Hondo at sometime or another in our lifetime. 😉
I am Hondo.
Not really. I am TopGoz, but if you hum a few bars I can fake it.
A simple Google search revealed who Hondo is and where he lives. These guys are fucking amateurs.
“Hondo Ohnaka was a male Weequay pirate who led the Ohnaka Gang on the Outer Rim world of Florrum during the Clone Wars.
The Ohnaka Gang was dissolved with the rise of the Galactic Empire, and Hondo cast adrift as a small-time pirate and smuggler. Ultimately, he would indirectly aid the growing rebellion against the Empire, providing critical aid and intelligence at pivotal moments.
Decades later, the Book of Hondo would be attributed to the pirate.”
“But you know what I always say: Speak softly, and drive a big tank.” ―Hondo Ohnaka”
Hondo currently resides on Sriluur.
Boom.
Some people are content to have others think that they are fools. The DRG insists on proving it outright, and etched so deeply that none of us will ever think otherwise.
I know Hondo, and find him to be both an affable sort, and a “never quit the mission” type. He is a true survivor, the likes of which few have ever seen.
I’ve Been too Hondo, lots of apple trees
I AM HONDO
NOT !!!
BHWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! ! ! ! !
New Mexico that is
Hondo’s real name is…
On my facebook friend’s list with A Proud Infidel. Too bad it’s set to friends only. Oh, and too bad I have 4694 friends to choose from.
Well hell since no one else is going to claim it…
I’m the little birdie! Tweet fucking tweet!
Or maybe I am the walrus, goo goo g’ joob
I MIGHT be Hondo.
Wait! I’m a First Sergeant in an Engineer Unit. Does that make me Hondo?
Maybe Hondo is actually female and they are totally barking up the wrong tree…
(smile)
I am still not Hondo. But I might be OWB.
However, tomorrow I may identify as Hondo. Fridays I sometimes identify as an Olympic swimmer. Alternate Wednesdays remain anonymous.
Or maybe not.
I am Hond…..
Oh wait, I’m Jon Snow and I know nothing…
👿
I’m not Hondo, but I am BORED to death with those marones.
Madea’s new movie will be a relief.
I wonder if being proven wrong upsets them but it happens so often that they probably don’t feel it any more.
Poor, poor Fake CPO Birdbath. The product absorbed into a happy sock has a more worthy life than you could ever hope to achieve.
Silly fools. You want to solve the mystery? You do it like this:
Let us suppose that Hondo has the mentality of a 1960’s Batman villain — I think we can all agree that’s a safe assumption. Then it’s obvious he likes to hide clues to the mystery in plain sight…with riddles, “themed” crime waves, or in his particular case, musical blog posts.
The fact that he joint this post with a vintage pop song tells you that the solution lies in that realm. But which artist does he really like to post on the weekends? Warren Zevon.
But Hondo isn’t the guy who needs lawyers, guns, and money. Otherwise the lawyers would tell him to shut up, he’d be off blowing the money on more guns, and we’d never see him. And he isn’t Mr. Bad Example — he’s wide awake and not just for meals. So you have to look at the tunes he hasn’t posted…and there you find the answer.
Roland saw his task was done when he saw how Patti fell,
So he changed his name to “Hondo” and he blogs at thisainthell.
He’s a straighter shot with no eyes than most folks who have two,
But the sleuthin’ dicks at DRC will never get a clue.
Hondo the headless vet milblogger
Hondo the headless vet milblogger
You’re welcome.
I’m indeed a big Zevon fan. And that’s not a bad lyrical re-write at all. But it’s obviously wrong.
“Headless”? Please.
Now, if you’re talking the DRC . . . “headless” might be apropos there. Or at least “clueless” – or maybe “brainless”.
Well, of course I would expect you to deny it. But you can’t be Hitler because your prose style is better, you can’t be Elvis because I don’t think he liked the Moody Blues, and you can’t be the Flying Dutchman or the Wandering Jew because you’ve already admitted that you were neither in the Navy nor Paul McCartney. So you will admit that narrows it down quite a bit.
Regardless, our musical reminiscences have seriously enriched my MP3 player, so please keep them up…whatever you’ve got on your neck.
Err, your musical remeniscences…
OMG O love that song! Also I heard Jimmy Hoffa was Hondo…
Someone may have said this before, but I’ll say this again. Daniel A. Bernath never was a Chief Petty Officer of any kind, in any capacity, and he’s now a real deal disbarred lawyer. He lacked credibility as a lawyer, as a blogger, as a commenter, as well as in any situation he opened his mouth or typed on the keyboard. Put him under a lot of stress and he’ll stand there, gawking at you, with his mouth open, lower jaw hanging, hissing alligator style.
Could it be argued that he is a successful (once at least) glider pilot?
Or an unsuccessful Kamikaze pilot?
Don’t forget his acumen as an alleged pilot or for his dog duct-taping skills. He is also a master of the coconut IED, as he can spot them anywhere one finds the elusive nut.
Let’s not forget his wanting to be a knife ninja on that duct taped dog as well as his comment that there was a MILF when he touched down! He’s as popular among Pilot Forums as he is in the SV community.
Nothing beats his brief career as a TSA screener. Just remember, Daniel Bernath would run towards danger.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qUvrsnY6_XQ
No matter how many times I hear this, I still laugh. You just know he sued the radio host too.
NO SHIT! I forgot that he couldn’t even make it as a TSA Groper.
“elusive nut“?
Nah, Bernath is not the least bit elusive.
I’m relatively new to TAH, so I don’t know who or what a DRC is and why they have a beef with a contributor? I’m guessing you must have exposed some skulduggery, yes?
#IamnotHondobutImightbeCarlosSpiceyweiner
The DRC is The Dutch Rudder Club (Dutch Rudder Gang to others). It’s the nickname given to a clique of posers and embellishers exposed by TAH that have united and THINK they’re going to stumble onto money and fame by constantly filing junk lawsuits and defaming honest people on websites that look like they were done by a one-eyed lobotomized Rhesus Monkey on LSD in a dark broom closet. Just Google the name “Daniel A. Bernath” and you’ll get a taste of what he does.
DO NOT GOOGLE “Dutch Rudder Club” unless you have a strong stomach!
Also don’t reveal any personal info here because the DRC are VERY sick perverts that will make your life miserable.
DRC stands for “Dutch Rudder Club” the hapless wandering malingering troops determined to prove whom each of us are, so they can stalk us.
For some really odd reason, they seem not to want to tangle with old school Army MP’s. I dunno why…
Poppa Stone was old school Army MP, doing most of his time in Manila 1945-47. Hack has some interesting photos that he took once the Japanese got kicked out. Maybe I’ll send them to Jonn, and he may publish one or two.
Come to think of it, a few of A Proud Infidel®™’s pals are former MP’s from the early 80’s…
Find Waldo. Now, that would be quite a feat. I predict if we find Waldo, we will find Hondo.
Nope. And we’ve already found Waldo.
http://valorguardians.com/blog/?p=38966
(smile)
I’m curious Hondo (who ever you are): did you have more power when you were a Navy Captain or when you were a First Shirt?
From my experience as a junior Army officer, I was more in awe of the First Sergeant/SGM but maybe that was because this was the 82nd in ’63 and both had gold stars on their master blaster wings and were damned intimidating…yet willing to teach this young 2LT. RIP SGM Jimmerson and First Sgt Jones…hope I made you proud.
It was when he was a Centurion under Marcu Aurelius.
You had to be there.
Speaking as an amateur investigative researcher, I am fairly certain this is Hondo…
When I was running a trapline in far nothern New England one January day i fell in the river while pulling a giant beaver from the trap. As I struggled to pull myself up onto the frozen bank I looked upward at the snow laden clouds and realized…I Am Hondo
Is that you, Hondo?
Is this me?
Maybe just maybe if the DRC got a big dog a stoned hippie and a really kick ass van! They might be able to figure out who Hondo is.
TSO rips off the mask all the TAH gang gasps in unison “Old Man Bernath!”
Daniel Bernath: “And I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling veterans.”
He was trying to keep us away from the old mill because that was where he was hiding the secret of how to get AVGAS from coconut husks.
Yeah, BUT i heard that the process made those coconut husks likely to explode afterward!
I have it good authority that in reality Hindi is Frank Stallone. Elaine Ricci told me that.
हिन्दी एक भाषा – नहीं मेरा नाम है।
(smile)
Hindi, Hondo, close enough.
Now, back to The Dutch Rudder Club. Once they identify a new Hondo, does the last Hondo get any lovely parting gifts? What about an identification card that will entitle him a 10% discount with The Radio Shack Battery Of The Month Club? What criteria do they use to select the Hondo Of The Month? Do they get points for congeniality, poise, talent and the swimsuit competition? Because if they do, I have met the real Hondo, and let’s just say that a trip to a Brazilian Wax Salon would need to be in his future.
Daniel Bernath was right. The TAH members are a worldwide terrorist organization.
http://wtop.com/world/2016/10/emirati-police-find-strange-fruit-covered-in-writing-nails/
You never know when, how, or in what form the TAH Cadre might strike. It could be a coconut, a melon, a seven pound block of cheese ?, or a carburetor from a Ford Fairlane. And who delivers these instruments of terror? A mysterious figure known only as The Count.
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They last time The DRG thought they had a solid lock on us, Psaul admitted to killing a girl in North Philadelphia. I bet that her family would be interested in seeking remuneration from Psaul for killing their daughter.