Barack Obama is lying about not being friends with Bill Ayers...

Maybe Bill Ayers won't bomb the White House if Obama is President......but
why does Obama hang out with people that hate America?
 

So John Edwards was tanked, in part, for lying about his affair.

'Affair, what affair? I hardly knew her.'

'Associate, what associate? He's just some guy in my neighborhood'

Yes, the affair was bad, the bald faced look John Q. in the eye and lie about it, is worse.
 
But what did Bill Ayers see in a young Barrack Obama?
 
Cap’n AMatrixca and busybody are racing to see who will throw a clot on November 4, 2008.

Gotta go with Cap’n AMatrixca on this one.
The "Libertarian" wannabe has 9-1-1 on speed dial.

Vetteman is running a close third, with Sharon a distant fourth.


"Reczko and Ayers and Wright! Oh My! Reczko and Ayers and Wright! OH MY!"

The situational hand wringing by the usual suspects is going to cause a surge in Dr. Scholl wrist splints before long!
 
He probably saw a lot of IQ power. He would not have seen that in Sarah Palin.

Now, that makes sense.

So, that's why Ayers and Obama were great buddies (Obama campaign said today that Obama's and Ayer's "paths may have crossed a couple of times but let's talk about the economy...") and why Ayers was not a friend of Sarah Palin.

Or, maybe it wasn't the "IQ thing;" maybe it simply was that Ayers and Obama share a common political agenda.

Why not ask them?
 
Now, that makes sense.

So, that's why Ayers and Obama were great buddies (Obama campaign said today that Obama's and Ayer's "paths may have crossed a couple of times but let's talk about the economy...") and why Ayers was not a friend of Sarah Palin.

Or, maybe it wasn't the "IQ thing;" maybe it simply was that Ayers and Obama share a common political agenda.

Why not ask them?

They obviously agree on some issues. So what? I agree on those issues too. Also, even though they disagree on other issues, that is no reason they should not be friends. I often disagree with my friends on major issues.
 
Maybe Bill Ayers won't bomb the White House if Obama is President......but
why does Obama hang out with people that hate America?

Recently Michelle Obama said she is starting to like America....hmmmm....
 
Yes, let's take a look at John Sidney McCain, shall we? At the valiant and heroic service that he provided to his country. Pay close attention, this may twist the heads right off some of the blindly submissive, guts and glory, my country right or wrong repulican lemmings:

Make-Believe Maverick
A closer look at the life and career of John McCain reveals a disturbing record of recklessness and dishonesty

By TIM DICKINSON

TRIAL BY FIRE


Sometimes 3 a.m. moments occur at 10:52 in the morning.

It was July 29th, 1967, a hot, gusty morning in the Gulf of Tonkin atop the four-acre flight deck of the supercarrier USS Forrestal. Perched in the cockpit of his A-4 Skyhawk, Lt. Cmdr. John McCain ticked nervously through his preflight checklist.

Now 30 years old, McCain was trying to live up to his father's expectations, to finally be known as something other than the fuck-up grandson of one of the Navy's greatest admirals. That morning, preparing for his sixth bombing run over North Vietnam, the graying pilot's dreams of combat glory were beginning to seem within his reach.

Then, in an instant, the world around McCain erupted in flames. A six-foot-long Zuni rocket, inexplicably launched by an F-4 Phantom across the flight deck, ripped through the fuel tank of McCain's aircraft. Hundreds of gallons of fuel splashed onto the deck and came ablaze. Then: Clank. Clank. Two 1,000-pound bombs dropped from under the belly of McCain's stubby A-4, the Navy's "Tinkertoy Bomber," into the fire.

McCain, who knew more than most pilots about bailing out of a crippled aircraft, leapt forward out of the cockpit, swung himself down from the refueling probe protruding from the nose cone, rolled through the flames and ran to safety across the flight deck. Just then, one of his bombs "cooked off," blowing a crater in the deck and incinerating the sailors who had rushed past McCain with hoses and fire extinguishers. McCain was stung by tiny bits of shrapnel in his legs and chest, but the wounds weren't serious; his father would later report to friends that Johnny "came through without a scratch."

The damage to the Forrestal was far more grievous: The explosion set off a chain reaction of bombs, creating a devastating inferno that would kill 134 of the carrier's 5,000-man crew, injure 161 and threaten to sink the ship.

These are the moments that test men's mettle. Where leaders are born. Leaders like . . . Lt. Cmdr. Herb Hope, pilot of the A-4 three planes down from McCain's. Cornered by flames at the stern of the carrier, Hope hurled himself off the flight deck into a safety net and clambered into the hangar deck below, where the fire was spreading. According to an official Navy history of the fire, Hope then "gallantly took command of a firefighting team" that would help contain the conflagration and ultimately save the ship.

McCain displayed little of Hope's valor. Although he would soon regale The New York Times with tales of the heroism of the brave enlisted men who "stayed to help the pilots fight the fire," McCain took no part in dousing the flames himself. After going belowdecks and briefly helping sailors who were frantically trying to unload bombs from an elevator to the flight deck, McCain retreated to the safety of the "ready room," where off-duty pilots spent their noncombat hours talking trash and playing poker. There, McCain watched the conflagration unfold on the room's closed-circuit television — bearing distant witness to the valiant self-sacrifice of others who died trying to save the ship, pushing jets into the sea to keep their bombs from exploding on deck.

As the ship burned, McCain took a moment to mourn his misfortune; his combat career appeared to be going up in smoke. "This distressed me considerably," he recalls in Faith of My Fathers. "I feared my ambitions were among the casualties in the calamity that had claimed the Forrestal."

The fire blazed late into the night. The following morning, while oxygen-masked rescue workers toiled to recover bodies from the lower decks, McCain was making fast friends with R.W. "Johnny" Apple of The New York Times, who had arrived by helicopter to cover the deadliest Naval calamity since the Second World War. The son of admiralty surviving a near-death experience certainly made for good copy, and McCain colorfully recounted how he had saved his skin. But when Apple and other reporters left the ship, the story took an even stranger turn: McCain left with them. As the heroic crew of the Forrestal mourned its fallen brothers and the broken ship limped toward the Philippines for repairs, McCain zipped off to Saigon for what he recalls as "some welcome R&R."

Excerpted.

Original link:

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/make_believe_maverick_the_real_john_mccain/page/1
 
Pay close attention, this may twist the heads right off some of the blindly submissive, guts and glory, my country right or wrong repulican lemmings

No, it won't. They'll simply ignore this.

BTW, your screen name is pretentious, not to mention that most people on the GB with "truth" in their SN post lies.
 
No, it won't. They'll simply ignore this.

BTW, your screen name is pretentious, not to mention that most people on the GB with "truth" in their SN post lies.

Oh, well, it's too late to change now, I suppose. I came out of lurker mode specifically to address this thread. You are correct, though, it does seem a bit pretentious, doesn't it?

Although, I suppose it's better than claiming to be the hottest female on the planet. :D
 
Oh, well, it's too late to change now, I suppose. I came out of lurker mode specifically to address this thread. You are correct, though, it does seem a bit pretentious, doesn't it?

Although, I suppose it's better than claiming to be the hottest female on the planet. :D

Yeah - don't claim that.

(But still feel free to back it up with pictures.)
 
Yeah - don't claim that.

(But still feel free to back it up with pictures.)

The inevitable call for pictures. :D

Frankly, I highly doubt that anyone truly wants to see my pictures.

Claiming to be the hottest female on the planet would be the height of untruth. :rolleyes:
 
Bill Ayers is JUST a guy living in his neighborhood......:rolleyes:
 
Your mom hates me. I had dinner there once.

She's a fuckin terrorist...


Mark it down.
 
Yes, let's take a look at John Sidney McCain, shall we? At the valiant and heroic service that he provided to his country. Pay close attention, this may twist the heads right off some of the blindly submissive, guts and glory, my country right or wrong repulican lemmings:

Make-Believe Maverick
A closer look at the life and career of John McCain reveals a disturbing record of recklessness and dishonesty

By TIM DICKINSON

TRIAL BY FIRE


Sometimes 3 a.m. moments occur at 10:52 in the morning.

It was July 29th, 1967, a hot, gusty morning in the Gulf of Tonkin atop the four-acre flight deck of the supercarrier USS Forrestal. Perched in the cockpit of his A-4 Skyhawk, Lt. Cmdr. John McCain ticked nervously through his preflight checklist.

Now 30 years old, McCain was trying to live up to his father's expectations, to finally be known as something other than the fuck-up grandson of one of the Navy's greatest admirals. That morning, preparing for his sixth bombing run over North Vietnam, the graying pilot's dreams of combat glory were beginning to seem within his reach.

Then, in an instant, the world around McCain erupted in flames. A six-foot-long Zuni rocket, inexplicably launched by an F-4 Phantom across the flight deck, ripped through the fuel tank of McCain's aircraft. Hundreds of gallons of fuel splashed onto the deck and came ablaze. Then: Clank. Clank. Two 1,000-pound bombs dropped from under the belly of McCain's stubby A-4, the Navy's "Tinkertoy Bomber," into the fire.

McCain, who knew more than most pilots about bailing out of a crippled aircraft, leapt forward out of the cockpit, swung himself down from the refueling probe protruding from the nose cone, rolled through the flames and ran to safety across the flight deck. Just then, one of his bombs "cooked off," blowing a crater in the deck and incinerating the sailors who had rushed past McCain with hoses and fire extinguishers. McCain was stung by tiny bits of shrapnel in his legs and chest, but the wounds weren't serious; his father would later report to friends that Johnny "came through without a scratch."

The damage to the Forrestal was far more grievous: The explosion set off a chain reaction of bombs, creating a devastating inferno that would kill 134 of the carrier's 5,000-man crew, injure 161 and threaten to sink the ship.

These are the moments that test men's mettle. Where leaders are born. Leaders like . . . Lt. Cmdr. Herb Hope, pilot of the A-4 three planes down from McCain's. Cornered by flames at the stern of the carrier, Hope hurled himself off the flight deck into a safety net and clambered into the hangar deck below, where the fire was spreading. According to an official Navy history of the fire, Hope then "gallantly took command of a firefighting team" that would help contain the conflagration and ultimately save the ship.

McCain displayed little of Hope's valor. Although he would soon regale The New York Times with tales of the heroism of the brave enlisted men who "stayed to help the pilots fight the fire," McCain took no part in dousing the flames himself. After going belowdecks and briefly helping sailors who were frantically trying to unload bombs from an elevator to the flight deck, McCain retreated to the safety of the "ready room," where off-duty pilots spent their noncombat hours talking trash and playing poker. There, McCain watched the conflagration unfold on the room's closed-circuit television — bearing distant witness to the valiant self-sacrifice of others who died trying to save the ship, pushing jets into the sea to keep their bombs from exploding on deck.

As the ship burned, McCain took a moment to mourn his misfortune; his combat career appeared to be going up in smoke. "This distressed me considerably," he recalls in Faith of My Fathers. "I feared my ambitions were among the casualties in the calamity that had claimed the Forrestal."

The fire blazed late into the night. The following morning, while oxygen-masked rescue workers toiled to recover bodies from the lower decks, McCain was making fast friends with R.W. "Johnny" Apple of The New York Times, who had arrived by helicopter to cover the deadliest Naval calamity since the Second World War. The son of admiralty surviving a near-death experience certainly made for good copy, and McCain colorfully recounted how he had saved his skin. But when Apple and other reporters left the ship, the story took an even stranger turn: McCain left with them. As the heroic crew of the Forrestal mourned its fallen brothers and the broken ship limped toward the Philippines for repairs, McCain zipped off to Saigon for what he recalls as "some welcome R&R."

Excerpted.

Original link:

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/make_believe_maverick_the_real_john_mccain/page/1


This is what you get when the ignorant write stories.

Let's start with the fact that pilots, no pilots, are trained in damage control. In situtations like that people that don't know what they're doing only endanger the people that do. If there were not trained people dealing with the situation, and there obviously were, then McCain, or anyone else that had some capability might be faulted. That wasn't the case.

As fas as his taking R&R, a pilot on a carrier that cannot launch or recover aircraft is about as useful as the tits on a boar hog. I see nothing in the portion you C&P'd that indicated after his R&R he transfred to a squadron on the USS Oriskany and was subsequently shot down.

What would be written about him had he stayed on the Forrestal for the ride back home?

All in all a bullshit article.

Ishmael
 
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