But you see, it was Christmas before it wasn't Christmas, so Kerry wasn't really lying. Really.
Caller to Hannity today was comparing parts of Brinkley's book to Kerry's 1st PH. Kerry's journal has an entry, supposedly entered 9 days after the events reported on the 1st PH citation, and the journal entry says "we haven't been shot at yet."
Just passing along some heresay. I haven't read Brinkley's bio of Kerry and made the comparison.
No problem except that he told the CHRISTMAS STORY about 50 times ON THE RECORD.....this according to Paul O'Neil who is stating this on Hugh Hewitt as I write this.
No, he was never there. Of course, the memory was "seared" into him. He's repeated the story many times in many different contexts. But he somehow had a "false recollection" the last time around.
And now? The wonderful liberals in the news media are pretending that nothing happened.
I was looking through JFnK's records at this URL: http://news.findlaw.com/hdocs/docs/jkerry/rqsthistserv.pdf
I noticed he made an official request for his military records on May 9, 1986 (answered May 24, 1986). This was the year he made his "seared - seared" speech as recorded in the Congressional record.
I wondered why he wanted them then.
Was the request made BEFORE or AFTER his little bogus speech? Either way, it might show some consiousness of guilt (or at least recognition on his part) that he may have needed them somehow in connection with his speech.
If the request was made BEFORE the speech, he may have known he had to check his official records -- since he'd been spouting horseshit all those years with the Christmas in Cambodia tripe, and was planning to repeat them in the Congressional Record. Then he could be sure there was nothing contradictory in his official records when he spoke to Congress.
Or if the request was made AFTER the Speech, maybe he freaked and was checking to see if had just flat screwed the pooch with his speech.
I can't find the exact date of the Speech, only know it was sometime in 1986.
Some journalist might wanna ask him why he requested his records right then...
Yeah. It was January. It wasn't December. It was January. Yeah. That's the ticket.
I'll say it again: Show us the cammie hat that inspires you, sKerry-boy!!
The Night Before Christmas (Cambodian Version)
Twas the night before Christmas and we were afloat
Somewhere in Cambodia in our little boat.
While the river was lightened by rockets red glare
No one but the President knew we were there.
The crew was all nestled deep down in their bunks,
While the Spook and I watched the sampans and junks.
Our mission was secret, so secret in fact,
No one else would remember it when we got back.
When out on the water there arose such a clatter
I leaped down from the bridge to see what was the matter.
The incoming friendly was starting to flash
And I knew that the ARVN's were having a bash.
The snap of friendly fire on the warm tropic air
Convinced me for sure no one knew we were there,
On a clandestine mission so secret it's true
That I'm still convinced only Tricky Dick knew.
While I huddled for safety in the tub on the bow,
I thought of a title, "Apocalypse Now."
To give to the films I was I making each day
To show all the voters when I made my big play.
As I sat there sweating in my lucky flight jacket,
Spook said, "Merry Christmas!" and tossed me a packet.
And what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a new lucky cap, which I still have right here.
I keep it tucked here, in this leather brief case,
Just sharing with the press its secretive place
As I regale them again with my senate refrain,
That Christmas in Cambodia is seared into my brain.
Don't bother to quibble with history my friend,
By pointing out Johnson was President then.
Don't listen to Swiftees who try to explain,
For I tell you that night is seared into my brain.
Down Hibbard, down Lonsdale, and you too O'Neill,
So you don't remember? Well it's something I feel.
I don't need all you Swiftvets to support my campaign,
Cause Christmas in Cambodia is seared into my brain,
Into my brain, into my brain, into my brain...
Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65-66
The Night Before Christmas (Cambodian Version)
Twas the night before Christmas and we were afloat
Somewhere in Cambodia in our little boat.
While the river was lightened by rockets red glare
No one but the President knew we were there.
The crew was all nestled deep down in their bunks,
While the Spook and I watched the sampans and junks.
Our mission was secret, so secret in fact,
No one else would remember it when we got back.
When out on the water there arose such a clatter
I leaped down from the bridge to see what was the matter.
The incoming friendly was starting to flash
And I knew that the ARVN's were having a bash.
The snap of friendly fire on the warm tropic air
Convinced me for sure no one knew we were there,
On a clandestine mission so secret it's true
That I'm still convinced only Tricky Dick knew.
While I huddled for safety in the tub on the bow,
I thought of a title, "Apocalypse Now."
To give to the films I was I making each day
To show all the voters when I made my big play.
As I sat there sweating in my lucky flight jacket,
Spook said, "Merry Christmas!" and tossed me a packet.
And what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a new lucky cap, which I still have right here.
I keep it tucked here, in this leather brief case,
Just sharing with the press its secretive place
As I regale them again with my senate refrain,
That Christmas in Cambodia is seared into my brain.
Don't bother to quibble with history my friend,
By pointing out Johnson was President then.
Don't listen to Swiftees who try to explain,
For I tell you that night is seared into my brain.
Down Hibbard, down Lonsdale, and you too O'Neill,
So you don't remember? Well it's something I feel.
I don't need all you Swiftvets to support my campaign,
Cause Christmas in Cambodia is seared into my brain,
Into my brain, into my brain, into my brain...
Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65-66
I checked the record...it was 3/26/86 that he made his famous "...seared -- seared..." speech to the Senate.
So from my post above, Kerry may have known he had screwed the pooch bigtime with his speech, and wanted to know exactly what was in the actual records that might possibly refute his lie.
I think there's something worth following here--maybe not, but I sure wish a reporter would ask the question: "Why did you feel the need to review your military records with your letter dated May 9, 1986? Seems you would know what's in them without having to verify it..."
Might show evidence of some guilt or recognition that he had lied...and still did nothing to correct the record. It would have been devastating to his reputation.
None but sKerry will do. Not the campaign, not his historian, not even shipmates (though they are needed to corroborate claims). He will have to release his records to prove this. Otherwise, sKerry is no better than he claims Nixon or Pres. Bush to be.
This will be his great proving ground as to whether or not he will lie to the American people. There's the gauntlet, sKerry. You must pick it up (not your valet or anyone else) or you let it lie and suffer the consequences.
