Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Rectification Wednesday


I feel at this point into this insane diatribe called my blog I need to be clear.
Translucent.

Hoe
Bitch
Faggot
Fuckin
Asshole
Blasey. Blasey. Blasey.

My direct and surely motive in the choice of my street vernacular regarding certain, and seemingly many individuals involved in the highly paid task of running MY COUNTRY.
My EMPLOYEES if you will, are to bring to light the intensely Criminal direction that said individuals are mis-leading America into.

Simply stated these individuals do not in any way shape or form have my interests, nor the interests of my fellow Americans in mind.

These people that I write about are who they are. There is not one scintilla of hate involved in my assessment of these individuals.

You perpetrating dirt, day in day out. By the second, then cover up and lie and lie and lie. These reprehensible actions on your part, are your part. Everyone can't be lying.
As well I haven't any restraint what so ever that guides, nor prohibits me in what I write.
I am an observer.
I state observed facts.

I will even put it on the level of, I am a United States of America Marine.

16 years, thank you.
I had absolutely no choice in the matter. I was drafted out of college. 
Yeah. So I have heard that if during the Vietnam war one was enrolled in college, one was not getting shipped to South East Asia.
True.
If you came from a wealthy family. If you were not in college on scholarship.
It did not matter that I graduated, with honors from high school at the age of 16 years old.

As Veronica puts it;

"They kidnapped you out of college and sent you to rice paddies and death".
Yeah. And I stood tall.
I did what was asked of me. No different than anyone of my Brothers serving with me.
I returned home to violent, loud, obnoxious ass holes who did come from money.
Who did get out of fighting a bloody, bloody war. I was spit on. Called names. Daily.
I kicked ass. Daily.
Until I could no longer take it. I re-upped. For the simple reason that The Marine Corps, That is Core Mr. President. Because The Corps was the only people that wanted me. As well I come from a very long line of Marines.
Actually going all the way back to Tun Tavern.

I do not in any, way, shape or form accept, nor like wrong or sin.
Straight up.
I haven't any choice in the matter. Been that way my entire life.

My Military M.O.S. defined, simply stated is that of an observer. The first feet on the ground as it were.
To best way describe my assigned task as a United States of America Marine Officer, I take you back to Libya, 2011 22 03.

The pilot was picked up by a Marine search and rescue from the ship. The team launched its standard TRAP Mission (Tactical Recovery of Aircraft and Personnel), sending two Ospreys, two CH-53E helicopters and two Harrier jets. The Harrier jets launched first to patrol the skies over the downed pilot and the helicopters carried 35 marines to serve as perimeter protection if needed.  

The black high lighted words describe my EXACT M. O. S. (Military Operational Specialty).

Libya: U.S. Fighter Jet Crashes Near Benghazi; How the ...

abcnews.go.com › International



   
The point is that I first heard about this incident on Tuesday, 2011 22 03. 
I was sitting at my kitchen table in Naples, Florida.
The broadcaster told the story in the context that the pilots escaped with no harm. That the aircraft in fact detonated itself and blew the fuck up.
The broadcaster ended the story with, emphatically;
"NO BOOTS ON THE GROUND".

Again. 
Another Big Fat Ugly Lie perpetrated by my American government.
Because trust me America, when this countries Military Aircraft are over hostile, 
THERE ARE MOST DEFINABLY AMERICAN MILITARY BOOTS ON THE GROUND.
Marines. 
Marines who share my M.O.S. This is what we do.

On the Puffin Posing and Fronting side of all this, My identical M.O.S. was trailed by SS.

At any rate, it is the lies that bury deep that obnoxious burr in my saddle.

That Friday, walking to work, 07:00. 
Fox Newz, through my ear-buds, reported that, regarding the F-15A Fighter Jet that went down the previous Tuesday in Libya , out of no where appeared 7 Marines. 
The Marines rescued the Pilots. Demolitioned the aircraft and 'Smoked' 130 people congregated around the jet. Cause trust me. Aircraft down over hostile. Any individuals congratulating around that aircraft are perceived as the enemy.+

For the previous 4 dayz, The White House, The President, droned on and on and on about no boots on the ground. 
A fat, ugly, mis-representation. 
Perpetrated by Obama and his entire staff, including Hillary Clinton.

My point is that these people lie on a continuous basis. 
Daily. 
I am just an observer. 
I report what I KNOW. 
NOT CONJECTURE.

Now.
My reason for todayz blog.

Thank you Bill O'Rielly for waking me up for work tonight. The T.V. blasts on, with your show.
Bill.
I can only aspire to your success, intellect and convictions.
Your a good Man Irish. We on the same team.

People that I write about on my blog haven't a thing to do with hate. When I call bad people out I support those written statements with facts. My street vernacular is my way of showing who the people I focus on in a light that my up bringing molded me into.

That said.
Two Bachelor Degrees.
Mass Communications.
Business. 
2 semesters at one of this countries most prestigious law schools mean absolutely nothing. 
Oh yeah. 
Throw into the pot my Officer Rank.

I'm a street kid. 
This blog allows me the freedom, sans, regulation to state what I want in the chosen vernacular I choose. 
I back it all with facts.
Again. 
I am just reporting what is. 
Not what should be. 
Dirt is dirt. 
I find Dirt, especially Dirt perpetrated by the people who are supposed to be running my country reprehensible on every conceivable level. 
They work for me.

Bill Clinton is a Dirt bag on every level.

Hillary Clinton is a Dirt Bag on every level.

Both of these people are Murdering Thieves, Liars and Charlatans. 
This is fact.
This is who they are. 
Is everyone lying?

I have nothing to loose regarding those facts. 
That said.
I will state that as of this point in time I have had 3 attempts on my life regarding this blog.

Poe arrested one person who tried twice. 
The other person was and is untouchable. 
I was up close and grill personal with this individual. 
The law can not touch him. 
That is all I have to say about this individual. As well I know for a fact that the president and various staff read this blog. 
All this started while I was posting on WordPress.
I was hacked daily. 
I am now.

When I use the words faggot. 
I am in no way what so ever referring to Gay Men. 
Plenty of Gay Men are friends of mine. 
And no. I am not available.
I use this word in street vehnacular. 
Same goes with all the above adjectives I started this blog with today.

In my world, it is very simple.
You Cool People.
Or You an Ass Hole.
Period.
i don't care what you look like.

For as far as I am concerned, you perpetrating dirt, especially on MY COUNTRY. 
Fuck you. 
You are a disgrace to My Country. 
To Humanity. 
Open season if you will. 
NO RESPECT WHAT SO EVER FOR SWINE. 
One chooses to be Swine. That is on them.

As far as What H. Clinton, The President, Staff and others knew about Benghazi is Treasonous On Every Level. 
As well Reprehensible on every Deplorable Level. 
Straight up.
No hate involved here.

Growing up. 
One of my jobs was construction. 
I framed houses in Southern California during the summer and after school. As well I laid cement.
I wish I had a five dollar bill for every time the foreman would just shake his head and state; "It is what it is". 
For me life is that simple. 

I haven't any audience, ratings or boss' to succumb to. This blog is my therapy. 
Truth is my mission. 
Hate does not fall into this equation on any level. Just reporting the facts as they are.
Hate me. 
Love me. 
Either way stand in line. 
Makes not a bit of difference to me.

I like 2Pac.
Tupac is from my neighborhood. 
Crenshaw and 29th representing.
I had no choice in the matter. 
I grew up with Blacks, Mexicans, Chicanos, other crazy White Boyz like myself.
My Black and Mexican Brothers always had my small skinny WhiteBoy Back.
Honestly. 
I did not hear the word Nigger until I went to college in Miami, Florida. 
I did not even get it. Never did understand hate.

The truth of the matter is that the only fights in my entire life that I have been in is with my White Boy Brothers. 
And yeah, I kicked ass. As well I am privy to White Hate and Prejudice. I hear it all the time.

As an Executive with a Fortune 250 Corporation in Naples, Florida I was both amazed and sickened by the sever racism.
During breaks in meetings it was not uncommon for me to hear;
"Well Ryan, When do you think we'll get that nigger out of office". Or; "Ryan, What do you think about that spic corporate just hired"?

My point is that I am not coming anywhere near any type of prejudice or racism. 
For I have personally dealt with this deplorable fact for a major portion of my life.
"Fucking Mick Kike". 
I'm an Irish Jew. 
My Great Grand Parents, Grand Parents, Parents told me all the stories.
My Mom one day told me; "Ryan, No one likes the Irish or The Blacks and everyone hates the Jews.
Then Mom added; "Black People can not hide who they are. You can Ryan".
Unfortunately this is true.

And yeah. 
Black people do refer to me as; "My Nigga". 
I'll take that as a badge of honor. Certainly over the name the men in the late 19th century to 20th century were refereed to as they drove wild horses up the ramps of ships in The Port of Palm Beech Florida. 
These men cracked their whips to get the horses on board the ships heading to Cuba and Ecuador. These men were refereed to as 'Crackers'. 
For sure. I ain't no Cracker. Never been called one either.

I am just a kid from South Central L.A. who Dearly and Greatly loves my country. 
My service to my country is my most prized possession next to my heritage as an American.

Day by day I witness the Corruption and out right lies of the enemies of my country who unfortunately are in control of my country.

Where were Ya All. 
Bill O'Rielly. 
Sean Hannity. 
Meghan Kelly and the rest. 
We all on the same page. Ya All have the audience.
Oh, by the way. 
Brett Baier. Great job Man. I like your sign off, "Not Afraid".

My point is that while involved with the reporting of the enemy, there is no mercy. 
Hence force my street vehnacular in describing the corrupt punks that have taken over MY COUNTRY. 
MY COUNTRY that I shed much blood just like my brothers next to me then and now.

I do not want your thanks. 
Save and give that thanks to my fallen Brothers who I cry for every night. 
Who I see and talk to in my much disturbed sleep. 
Night after Night. For almost the last 50 years.

And Yeah. 
There are now tears on the keyboard. For sure.
Dis Shit Real. 
My Brothers and Myself we gave it all. 

That is all I ask of you Bill O'Rielly. 
Fox Newz. 
Just put it on the line. 
Like My Brothers and Myself have. 
No Questions asked.

Semper Fi Marines. 
Semper Fi All My Military Brothers and Sisters. 
We all get it.
God Bless Ya All.

Final Thang.

I like your fire Ms. Kirsten Powers. 
Standing Tall Girl.
Your statements the other evening regarding health care in America, Directly on Target.

Without a Major song and dance. 
My Father Died in my arms.
I took care of my Mom for the last four years of her life. Only to arrive at Holy Cross Hospital 10 minutes after she passed. All my dead Military Brothers and Sisters.
For sure Kirsten. 
If you have Stacks($) in America. 
You have Health Care.

I've had enough.

Ryan. Out.