"Pappy" Boyington
I'd like to e-mail Jill Edwards... Anyone have her address?
How are you doing by the way, long time no see. ;-)
BTTT
The only people more disguating and repulsive than these self-important, ungrateful brats are their parents who obviously raised them poorly. None of them deserves the freedoms and privileges of being an American.
So their M.O. in time of crisis is:
Placate
Supplicate
Capitulate
and then:
Abdicate.
Just like the French.
Why do you cll him notorious?
College boys.
You know, there's something very beautiful to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Here fell they who we honor and remember, yet would extol with honor if we were to know them again.
Yet when you go to the Washington Cemetary and see the endless rows of crosses, they all stand together in unity, but each one commemorates one man and his action.
When you try to group things that should not be grouped, you lose something. We like to think our beliefs, our hopes, and our loves are what we fight for and what makes us individuals. To discard those who took it upon themselves to act so that they would one day become our heroes demeans what they accomplished and what they stood for in so many ways.
It's not that they would seek this recognition, but rather, that we should grant it.
This just in...College Sophomores Act Stupid...film at 11.
I think the student who didn't want to put up a statue to another "rich white man" should be kicked out of school. She's only taking the place of someone who actually has a brain.
no·to·ri·ous (n-tôr-s, -tr-)- adj: having an exceedingly bad reputation; known widely and usually unfavorably; infamous: a notorious gangster; a district notorious for crime.
I think the word they were seeking was famous, acclaimed, illustrious, or celebrated; something of that nature.
Possibly noteworthy?
Here's the story of 'Pappy' Boyington, written by a Marine.....
http://vipersden.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hope-they-dont-make-me-choose.html
I Hope They Don't Make Me Choose
This really pissed me off.
Greg Hallenbeck was like many men of his generation. He had to work hard to get a good start in life. A tough, stocky kid, part Sioux Indian, he managed to get to the University of Washington in the teeth of the Great Depression.
By that time his parents were separated. His mother helped him through school by working as a switch board operator in Tacoma, Wash. To pick up the rest of the financial slack he had to work all his spare hours at various jobs. During the summers he worked in a gold mine in Idaho, his home state.
If the work was a burden, Greg didn't show it. He realized that his university education was a privilege and he took full advantage of it. He signed up for ROTC, made the university wrestling and swimming teams, joined a fraternity and graduated four years later (1934) with a degree in aeronautical engineering.
With his Army ROTC commission he served with the Coast Artillery Reserve in Washington state. Meanwhile, he had been fortunate enough to land a job as a draftsman at Boeing Aircraft, in Tacoma, after graduation. He loved airplanes and he wanted to fly.
And fly he did. Into history.
He joined the Marine Corps Reserve in 1936 as an aviation cadet. He got his wings in 1937 and accepted a commission in the regular Marine Corps later that year. By 1940, he was at Pensacola Naval Air Station as a flight instructor, as the clouds of World War II loomed ever closer to the United States.
Greg didn't wait for the war. He went to it. He joined the American Volunteer Group, later known as the famed Flying Tigers, to help defend China against Japan. In his military career since graduation he had become known not by his stepfather's name, Hallenbeck, but by his father's name, Boyington.....[click the url and read the Rest of the Story]
Laura Ingraham is interviewing these commie idiots on her show now.