You people are still sleeping on your feet. Fight this war the way it should be fought. This is ultimately a religious and cultural war.

You keepmisunderstanding your enemy and  this will keep on happening. You can win this war but only if you are tougher and more stubborn than your enemy.

This guy proclaimed "ALLAHU AKBAR", Allah Is Great. And you think it had nothing to do with his religion? What planet are you from?

November 8, 2009

I had to "blow the whistle" on a financial fraud, and an alleged Muslim Sleeper Cell  and it really is unpleasant. I think in a way it is like getting raped, because you are basically forced to become a whistleblower.

Then, basically, no one will help you. The Government Agenies, Homeland Security, Law Enforcement, Judges, the FBI, they didn't care.. Judges don't care. No one cares. And, unless you are personally very wealthy, it is very difficult or almost impossible to hire a lawyer.

Then if try to pursue it without a lawyer, the judges make sure your case turns into a farce. What matters to them is protecting their profession. While thankfully, I have not gotten to the point of jumping off an electric tower, and don't plan to - it is a very unpleasant process to be a whistleblower -

I had the choice of looking the other way on this. But what was the point? So I dropped a dime on these creatrues and nothing happened. They all turned a blind eye.As a result you have the terrorist attack at Ft.Hood. You have an inept President who was more concerned about giving Shout Outs to the Native Indians. maybe like an idiot, I was not willing to look the other way. You wind up getting blacklisted, and in my case losing time and money

The interesting thing, if we can call it interesting, is seeing how the judges and lawyers lie and make a farce of extremely serious things.  They all should be arrested for treason.

But nobody cares anymore and if we are not careful, we will wind up with the government deserved, due to the sloth and dumbed down average American. If we are not careful, we will end up just like England!! 
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NOVEMBER 8, 2009

Subject: Fort Hood Account from JAG officer onsite...  
    Since I don't know when I'll sleep (it's 4 am now) I'll write what
happened (the abbreviated version.....the long one is already part of the
investigation with more to come).  I'll not write about any part of the
investigation that I've learned about since (as a witness I know more than I
should since inevitably my JAG brothers and sisters are deeply involved in
the investigation).  Don't assume that most of the current media accounts
are very accurate.  They're not.  They'll improve with time.  Only those of
us who were there really know what went down.  But as they collate our
statements they'll get it right.  
     
     I did my SRP last week (Soldier Readiness Processing) but you're
supposed to come back a week later to have them look at the smallpox
vaccination site (it's this big itchy growth on your shoulder).  I am
probably alive because I pulled a ---------- and entered the wrong building
first (the main SRP building).  The Medical SRP building is off to the side.
Realizing my mistake I left the main building and walked down the sidewalk
to the medical SRP building.  As I'm walking up to it the gunshots start.
Slow and methodical.  But continuous.  Two ambulatory wounded came out.
Then two soldiers dragging a third who was covered in blood.  Hearing the
shots but not seeing the shooter, along with a couple other soldiers I stood
in the street and yelled at everyone who came running that it was clear but
to "RUN!".  I kept motioning people fast.  about 6-10 minutes later (the
shooting continuous), two cops ran up.  one male, one female.  we pointed
in the direction of the shots.  they headed that way (the medical
SRP building was about 50 meters away).  then a lot more gunfire.  a couple
minutes later a balding man in ACU's came around the building carrying a
pistol and holding it tactically.  He started shooting at us and we all
dived back to the cars behind us.  I don't think he hit the couple other
guys who were there.  I did see the bullet holes later in the cars.  First I
went behind a tire and then looked under the body of the car.  I've been
trained how to respond to gunfire...but with my own weapon.  To have no
weapon I don't know how to explain what that felt like.  I hadn't run away
and stayed because I had thought about the consequences or anything like
that.  I wasn't thinking anything through.  Please understand, there was no
intention.  I was just staying there because I didn't think about running.
It never occurred to me that he might shoot me.  Until he started
shooting in my direction and I realized I was unarmed.  Then the
female cop comes around the corner.  He shoots her.  (according to the news
accounts she got a round into him.  I believe it, I just didn't see it. he
didn't go down.)  She goes down.  He starts reloading.  He's fiddling with
his mags.  Weirdly he hasn't dropped the one that was in his weapon.  He's
holding the fresh one and the old one (you do that on the range when time is
not of the essence but in combat you would just let the old mag go).  I see
the male cop around the left corner of the building.  (I'm about 15-20
meters from the shooter.)  I yell at the cop, "He's reloading, he's
reloading.  Shoot him! Shoot him!)  You have to understand, everything was
quiet at this point.  The cop appears to hear me and comes around the corner
and shoots the shooter.  He goes down.  The cop kicks his weapon further
away.  I sprint up to the downed female cop.  Another captain (I
think he was with me behind the cars) comes up as well.  She's
bleeding profusely out of her thigh.  We take our belts off and tourniquet
her just like we've been trained (I hope we did it right...we didn't have
any CLS (combat lifesaver) bags with their awesome tourniquets on us, so we
worked with what we had).  Meanwhile, in the most bizarre moment of the day,
a photographer was standing over us taking pictures.  I suppose I'll be
seeing those tomorrow.  Then a soldier came up and identified himself as a
medic.  I then realized her weapon was lying there unsecured (and on
"fire").  I stood over it and when I saw a cop yelled for him to come over
and secure her weapon (I would have done so but I was worried someone would
mistake me for a bad guy).  I then went over to the shooter.  He was
unconscious.  A Lt Colonel was there and had secured his primary weapon for
the time being.  He also had a revolver.  I couldn't believe he was
one of ours.  I didn't want to believe it.  Then I saw his name
and rank and realized this wasn't just some specialist with mental issues.
At this point there was a guy there from CID and I asked him if he knew he
was the shooter and had him secured.  He said he did.  I then went over the
slaughter house.  the medical SRP building.  No human should ever have to
see what that looked like.  and I won't tell you.  Just believe me.  Please.
there was nothing to be done there.  Someone then said there was someone
critically wounded around the corner.  I ran around (while seeing this floor
to ceiling window that someone had jumped through movie style) and saw a
large African-American soldier lying on his back with two or three soldiers
attending.  I ran up and identified two entrance wounds on the right side of
his stomach, one exit wound on the left side and one head wound.  He was not
bleeding externally from the stomach wounds (though almost certainly internally) but
 was bleeding from the head wound.
A soldier was using a shirt to try and stop the head bleeding.  He was
conscious so I began talking to him to keep him so.  He was 42, from North
Carolina, he was named something Jr., his son was named something III and he
had a daughter as well.  His children lived with him.  He was divorced.  I
told him the blubber on his stomach saved his life.  He smiled.   a young
soldier in civvies showed up and identified himself as a combat medic. We
debated whether to put him on the back of a pickup truck.  A doctor (well,
an audiologist) showed up and said you can't move him, he has a head wound.
we finally sat tight.  I went back to the slaughterhouse.  they weren't
letting anyone in there.  not even medics.  finally, after about 45 minutes
had elapsed some cops showed up in tactical vests.  someone said the TBI
building was unsecured.  They headed into there.  All of a
sudden a couple more shots were fired.  People shouted there was a
second shooter.  a half hour later the SWAT showed up.  there was no second
shooter.  that had been an impetuous cop apparently.  but that confused
things for a while.  meanwhile I went back to the shooter.  the female cop
had been taken away.  a medic was pumping plasma into the shooter.  I'm not
proud of this but I went up to her and said "this is the shooter, is there
anyone else who needs attention...do them first".  she indicated everyone
else living was attended to.  I still hadn't seen any EMTs or ambulances.
I had so much blood on me that people kept asking me if I was ok.  but that
was all other people's blood.  eventually (an hour and a half to two hours
after the shootings) they  started landing choppers.  they took out the big
African American guy and the shooter.  I guess the ambulatory wounded were
all at the SRP building.  Everyone else in my area was dead.  
     
    I suppose the emergency responders were told there were multiple
shooters.  I heard that was the delay with the choppers (they were all
civilian helicopters).  they needed a secure LZ.  but other than the initial
cops who did everything right, I didn't see a lot of them for a while.  I
did see many a soldier rush out to help their fellows/sisters.  there was
one female soldier, I don't know her name or rank but I would recognize her
anywhere who was everywhere helping people.  A couple people, mainly
civilians, were hysterical, but only a couple.  One civilian freaked out
when I tried to comfort her when she saw my uniform.  I guess she had seen
the shooter up close.  a lot of soldiers were rushing out to help even when
we thought there was another gunman out there.  this Army is not broken no
matter what the pundits say; not the Army I saw.  
     
Ooh, and perhaps the most surreal thing, at 1500 (the end of the workday on Thursdays) when
the bugle sounded we all came to attention and saluted the flag in the middle of it all.  
    
    This is what I saw; it can't have been real, but this is my small corner of what happened.