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Between Feminism and Gun Control, Women Are Screwed

Mid-20th century Feminism has taught us that women don’t need men, that we can do anything men can do from business to close combat, that taking on the worst behavior of promiscuous men is desirable, and that we can avoid the physical and emotional consequences that result.  Chivalry is long since dead: Feminism declared it the relic of an oppressive patriarchal society rather than what it was: a standard that held women up in order to protect them.  And they have convinced themselves that any differences between the sexes exist because they have been artificially imposed by men.  Meanwhile men have been emasculated and fathers relegated to mere sperm donors.

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Michelle Rodriguez in “SWAT.”

Has anyone noticed all the heroines in our films and television shows in recent years?  No longer are chivalrous men protecting vulnerable women.  From Alias to La Femme Nikita to any female-centric film you can name, the women are portrayed as fighting machines (with guns), often rescuing their male counterparts.  You know these films.  Michelle Rodriguez plays the same exact cardboard badass in so many of them.  They take down fighting man after fighting man.  But this is all fiction – take it from a female black belt and Iraq War veteran.  And don’t get me started on that twig LeeLee Sobieski on NYC22 playing a veteran who can take down street thugs.  The reality is that even Rhonda Rousey isn’t put in the ring with male fighters.

If women could do the same things men can, there wouldn’t be separate standards for them in police work, firefighting, and the military, or as is true in some cases, lower standards for both sexes that women can pass.  Most women can’t wield the fire hose, carry a 200-lb man off the battlefield, or take down a male criminal.  The last example was proved just recently when a female cop was overpowered by a criminal who had been taken into custody.  He stole her gun and three cops were shot.

Yes, some women are stronger than some men, but they are never stronger than strong men, and a woman without a weapon is no match for a man who wants to do her harm, even if she knows how to fight.  I earned that black belt, I became a Marine, I went to the combat zone.  But I also got cancer, and what happens when you can no longer physically fight?  What if you don’t want to fight?  How many women or moms, married or not, have time to train to become proficient fighters to be ready for that one random time the criminal comes at them in the parking lot?  You need to be able to own a weapon for self-defense if you choose.  You need to be able to nullify the threat before it comes down to hand-to-hand combat.

RhondaRouseyNo matter how much the Feminists rail, and no matter how many times Hollywood portrays heroic fighting women, women are the weaker sex.  This doesn’t mean lesser, it just means physically weaker and that’s a fact no amount of affirmative action or double standards can change.  Leave it to hypocritical liberals and feminists to ignore scientific reality in favor of the brave new world they want to force into existence.  You would think that girl-power philosophy would extend to empowering women to protect ourselves with any weapon available, especially after teaching us for so long that we don’t need men.  But no, the hypocrisy is ubiquitous.  Women don’t need men and they don’t need weapons either.  Feminism thus fails women.

Existing and new gun control laws coupled with Feminist ideals just means that we all have to become fighters, whether we want to or not. A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle until a strong man decides to take advantage of her and/or her children.  For 50 years now we’ve been taught that government will fill that void, but of course, the police usually come only come after a crime has been committed.  And now the cop might be some chick who made it on a double standard who gets overpowered by the criminal in your home.  Without a strong man to provide for and protect her, she not only must be a bread-winner, she must be a black belt – unless she can arm herself for protection.  Guns are the real equalizer between the sexes.

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The Road Back From Thyroid Cancer

Written by request for www.crossfitwilmington.com

I was elated when I made it through Marine Corps boot camp.  I’d worked out hard to get ready because I’m not particularly athletic, though I’ve always been active – jogging, martial arts, yoga, walking, swimming.  At my best I ran an 8.5 minute mile.  But I made it through and did well.  A year into the Marines I started to notice how much harder I had to train to maintain the standards, and not just compared to the men.  I worked out more than anyone in my platoon and ate better by far.  Earlier in life I’d been a vegan for 5 years, so I was used to eating very healthfully.

But no matter how much I trained, how healthy my lifestyle, I seemed to be slowing down.  No matter how much I ran, the runs got harder.  No matter how much I exercised, I couldn’t get stronger.  At 28, I managed the first class standards only because I qualified as old for a Marine!  It was after returning from deployment that I really started to wonder why I was having to work so hard with no results, and why I was so tired all the time.  I didn’t know it then that my Thyroid was off.

Your thyroid is your body’s compass and regulator.  The hormones it releases affect nearly every part of your body – brain, muscles, hair, skin and metabolism.  If it’s underactive and doesn’t produce enough hormones, your body slows down and you have symptoms like fatigue, depression, weight gain, and more.  Without medication you’ll just slow down to nothing.  If it’s overactive and produces too much, you tend to lose weight, become hyperactive, can’t sleep, get the shakes, sweats and anxiety and the like.  Needless to say, if this organ isn’t working correctly your whole body is off no matter how healthy your lifestyle.

It turned out that not only was my thyroid underactive (called Hashimoto’s thyroid disease), but I had two forms of cancer, one in each gland.  The good thing about thyroid cancer is that it’s “the most survivable cancer.”  Yay!  Another good thing is that chemo isn’t required, just surgery and ‘radio iodine ablation’ which is a type of radiation therapy.  Unfortunately it was not possible to remove the cancers without removing both thyroid glands, so there went my body’s compass, damaged as it was.

Bugger that a healthy lifestyle did nothing to curtail my odds, but I was very optimistic.  I’d survived the Marines, deployment, and more, I could surely come back from the most survivable cancer.  I was glad to have the support of my husband and family helping me through it.

Fast forward 4 years, last month I finished my inactive reserve status and have remained cancer free.  YAY!  Getting the cancer out was just one leg up the hill as it turned out.  Finding the balance of the right medication levels has been a real challenge and has taken years.  Creating a new balance after the Marines has had its own challenges, not the least of which is going from training most of the time to – ahhh!  A desk job.  Don’t get me wrong, my job is good and I’m grateful I have it, but sitting at the desk you can keep!

These days my focus is on regaining strength and power, and a friend introduced me to Crossfit.  I’m a light-weight these days, but I figure I win if I complete what they tell me to do, just like boot camp only friendly!  Here’s to what makes you stronger!


Decriers of Pee

We train, we train, we train.  Then we finally get to the combat zone.  We make contact with the enemy and…in the case of a couple of warfighters, we pee.  We show our contempt for the enemy so worthy of it.  They, after all, vow the destruction of the bastion of freedom, the United States, and have a fetish for rape, torture and stoning.

To hear Hillary Clinton decry their behavior you would think she was talking about someone who massacred 45 unarmed people at Fort Hood while screaming “Allu akhbar!!!”  You would think she was calling for a full investigation that would turn up, say, how Major Hassan had a long record of pushing Islam and jihad; how no one who could have flagged him would dare because they’d be branded a racist.

The whole country decries these Marines who, though acting in poor taste, had just done their duty by killing the enemy who has no regard for the Geneva conventions or Rules of Engagement whatsoever.  Decriers who said nothing but “we can’t rush to judgment” on violent extremist murderer Nidal Hassan.

Well I deployed to Iraq, and my service there made a difference to those women and children and citizens who were used to being terrorized by Sadaam and his regime.

But why should I fight, why should anyone who’s willing to give their life for this country do so when this is what they’re going to get?

Every single movie or show that portrays the Iraq war depicts psychotics and wimps – from “Brothers” to you name it.  The only movie that depicts Marines as they are in battle was “Battle: Los Angeles” and in that the enemy were aliens.  There’s a double standard for women, but the only good movie that depicts female Marines as decent, moral fighters is “The Marine” which is a propaganda piece against DADT.  The NCIS show that has the ex-rapper playing the scholar of Islam, telling all the violent Muslim perps that they’re not following the true Islam, and where the Marines are usually the criminals in the cases.

We face the modern Nazis of our time, Muslim extremists and their defenders, the Liberal Left.  They advocate for non-citizens more than citizens, criminals more than those who obey the law.   Their primary weapons political correctness and race-baiting.  The libertarians tell us Sharia can’t exist here if we stick to the Constitution, while we have a Jihadist in our local jail here in NHC who put out 2 $5000 hits on witnesses against him.  Will the libertarians wait for the nice local Jihadist to abide by the Constitution and not plan murder?  Why should any cop or sheriff fight for what’s right?  Why should they protect you and me when if they show a little too much zeal, empty two magazines instead of one, they’ll have a public media lynching?

Who should stand up and fight the Nazis of our time if we’re just going to be criminalized for it while terrorist acts of violence get defended and swept under the rug?


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I’m a Marine and Iraq War Veteran.  I’ve been called a murderer, rapist and dumb by the likes of Jack Murtha and John Kerry.  I’ve been told by Harry Reid that the war is lost while my fellow Marines and me drastically reduced the amount of violence in Iraq while increasing the availability of electricity, water, medical help and schools.  Now Obama’s telling me that we’re getting out of Iraq without victory.  Try to convince me that the lives and blood that my brothers and sisters sacrificed is not in vain.  Convince me that all those women and children we helped by combatting violent suicide bombers are not now in grave danger.  Tell me all those resources and schools that were built after we took out Sadaam are not going to be destroyed.  Tell me that violence is not going to increase because the Americans who were will to fight for them and ourselves are now leaving.

I’m a cancer survivor.  I’ve watched my medical costs double every year since 2008.  The expensive scans I’m supposed to have every year to make sure the cancer hasn’t returned become more and more out of reach.  I’m lucky to still have a job, but I’m still working at the rate I started at years ago while expenses like these keep going up.  And now you’re going to tell me that I may not really need that scan, and you’re going to take that decision out of my hands.  The government will decide whether they can afford me that scan, and then tell me whether I need it or not.

I’m the wife of a legal immigrant.  Tell me that while my husband – who’s actually here for all the right reasons and is working through the citizenship process, who loves this country, taught himself English and who’s working his butt off, should go to the back of the line while you thumb your nose at him for being sucker enough to go through that legal process.  Convince me that checking someone’s driver’s license is somehow discriminatory if the driver looks Hispanic.  I have to hand over my license when I’m pulled over, so do you pal.  It’s not discrimination that you have to abide by the laws of this country, and pay the consequences if you’re breaking them.

I’m a home owner who’s lost $50,000 on the value of my house since we bought it in early 2008.  Thanks Frank-Dodd.   Go ahead.  Convince me it’s all Bush’s fault.

I’m an independent free and outspoken woman.  Tell me Muslims in this country are harmless when they don’t permit women to even drive in their own countries, when they rape women and then imprison or kill them for having been raped, where they stone women and women have no rights.  Tell me you’re a good feminist and advocating for a mosque at Ground Zero is a good thing.  Equality under the law is paramount in America, and women fought so hard for representation and protection in this country.  It is what the women of Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan wish they had.  Tell me how diverse you feel as you advocate for gay marriage and also don’t want Muslims to be discriminated against, while they kill people for being gay.

I’m also a Jew.  That’s me Ahmadinejad and all the Muslims want to “push into the sea.” That’s my blood they want to wash their hands in, my skull they want to crush, that ‘religion of peace.’  And who do you think is next, once they’re done exterminating all us Jews?  You, infidel.  It doesn’t matter that you don’t happen to be Jewish.  You’re a non-believer, there’s no place for you and you’re next on the destruction list.

We’re struggling against big-government liberals and spineless Republicans alike.  Bad policy and weak opposition have gotten us into the black hole we’re in today.  This is the cost of electing the wrong people to represent us.  It’s the cost of not fighting back, of wimping out against liberal attacks with the excuse that ‘we can’t go there.’  McCain refused to attack Obama on his history, his dangerous and violent associations like terrorist Bill Ayers and racist violence advocator Jeremiah Wright.  He could have had a spine, but he chose not to.  We see what liberals are willing to do – anything in their power, true or false, to destroy conservatives.  We see what happens when they win.   We’re all poorer, we’re less free, we have less free speech and we’re not allowed to talk about what threatens us, we’ve lost our jobs, our homes, our savings.  We’re losing our families, our children can’t read.  Islamofascists are doing everything they can to permeate the globe and make themselves the next Master Race.

The stakes are high, the risks are great, but if we are going to survive we have to stop pussy-footing around bad liberal policy, we have to crush the opposition.  Big-government liberal policies have failed every time.  We have every justification to try Conservative solutions for once.  Bad liberal foreign policy has rendered the Middle East more unstable than it’s ever been, and us less prepared to deal with it.  Bad liberal economic policy has rendered us poorer than ever, has put more of us out of work and out of our homes.  Why should we continue to bother compromising with liberals who are always wrong?  We must defeat them, or we’ll never get out of this black hole.


Reflections on the Marine Corps in the 3rd Year

8/20/2007

What’s a gal like you doing in a place like this?  It sounds facetious, but I get asked this all the time.  When I enlisted in the Marine Corps three and a half years ago, I was 26, a newlywed, and had been living pretty well.  A full-time product and portrait  photographer, working and performing with other artists and musicians, living in a house by the sea…I had it pretty good and I was a total bohemian.  Unbelievably to many, a conservative bohemian.  I was living in New York after photography school when the Towers were attacked.  I knew immediately that this meant war.  I believe in fighting the violent jihadists that want to dominate the world.  But it was another couple of years before I joined the Marines.  By the time I joined I was tired of my own crowd of anti-war liberals, the bulk of my compatriots in the art and music worlds.  I wanted to be a part of a truly diverse organization, one that doesn’t have to use quotas to get people of every color, creed, and background (although, being an arm of the government, they do have some imposed quotas).  I wanted to use more than just a modicum of my capabilities on a given day and I wanted to stretch my limits.  Most of all, I wanted to contribute to the world around me, and be a part of what I see as an institution that makes a difference for the better.  What I got was that and more.

I chose the Marines because it was by well-deserved reputation the most difficult.  I wanted a place where more was demanded of me, more was expected of me.  I wanted to be around other people who wanted the same challenges.  I wanted to deploy and see the war in Iraq with my own eyes, to help the women and children there who enjoy so little freedom and prosperity compared to us in free countries.  I enlisted rather than becoming an officer because I thought it would make me a more well-rounded leader.

I’ve met people I never would have had reason to meet, been to places I wouldn’t have been able to go, worked through situations I would not have thought possible, and benefited in ways I could not have anticipated.  It has humbled and strengthened me.

My deployment to Fallujah in 2005 was the most rewarding experience I’ve had.  I’m a data dink, 0651, and we supported communications out there, but I was also assigned to stand female checkpoint duty on the outskirts of the city with several other females from different units.  I was able to have basic conversation with the Iraqis with the rudimentary Arabic class offered by the Marine Corps.  Some women were timid, others indifferent, many delightful.  Those who know some English are very proud of the fact.  At first, not knowing what to expect I was stunned by those who would say, “You are our sister, please be careful,” or “We are glad you’re here,” or simply “God bless you,” kissing our cheeks.  Some children, seeing us in all our very alien-looking gear would cry at the site of us.  Others would ask us for things, or proudly hold out their hands and brandish the one English phrase they knew: “Mista! Mista!  Chocolate!”

Working with the Infantry Marines was also a big part of this duty.  These men truly have the toughest job and the toughest living conditions.  They are dedicated to each other and to their families, and bear the difficulties with a great strength that often goes unrecognized by the majority.  In addition to their regular duties at the checkpoints, they made sure we had everything we needed.  They were even our big-brothers-on-call around the the Iraqi Police and Army with whom we worked daily – all of whom want to marry us.  It didn’t seem to matter how many stories I made up (in my novice Arabic) about having a gaggle children, two of whom were red-headed, blue-eyed twin boys.  No amount of detail convinced them I was unavailable.

It hasn’t been easy.  In fact, it’s been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.  The Marine Corps is not for the faint of heart.  It is hard on the body, it’s challenging for the will and the ego, and it’s very hard on marriage and relationships.  Joining up is an easy decision to make, but not as easy to live with.

I’m blessed with a strong and loving family, and a wonderful husband who’s just as stubborn as I am.


Checkpoint Duty on the Outskirts of Fallujah, 2005

They Call us Angels

The Last Month of Female ECP Duty

LCpl Jude Eden, Alpha Co. Data Plt.

11/15/2005

Ever since war in Iraq became a consideration for our administration, careful attention has been paid to respecting the culture of those we are trying to help.  While engaging in combat to facilitate self government for the Iraqi people, we have all heard the phrase “winning hearts and minds.”  In light of the unique dynamic between men and women in Middle Eastern culture (namely that a man does not interact, let alone touch, a woman that is not his wife or in his family), female Marines have been tasked with Entry Check Point duty searching the Iraqi females who come into the city of Fallujah.  Now this duty is in the hands of Iraqi females who have been trained at 29 Palms, and October was the last month for Marines to have this opportunity.

For the entire month we started and finished our days with convoys through the city to each of the 5 check points.  We got to know our convoy Marines – the men from RCT8 who risked their lives daily to get us to and from each destination.  We got to know the infantry Marines who live at the ECPs – men from 2/6 who have the very difficult job of maintaining security at the checkpoints and, with limited help from an interpreter, managing the Iraqi Police, Army, and detainees.  While we’re pretty spoiled here with running water, chow halls and a PX, they use bottled water to shave and shower and rely on other units to bring them hot chow once or twice a day.  They hope they get some goodies they can use and enjoy in the mail.  We often came bearing PX bags full of things they couldn’t get for themselves.  We also made use of our job skills and other knowledge.  One day the generator at ECP 1 broke down, and LCpl Rodriguez (Engineers) provided expertise to get them up and running again.  When the Polaris at ECP 3 needed fixing, LCpl Erhardt (Motor T) brought out tools and materials and fixed it for them.  They also had some computer issues, and I (Data) was ready to help solve the problem.  Since many Marines speak little to no Arabic, my training in SLAC (Survival Language Arabic Course) also came in very handy.

Interacting with the Iraqis was an unforgettable experience.  Often funny, sometimes frustrating, we handled everything from women with open-topped boxes of live chickens to men who wanted us to be one of their 4 wives.  Many were very grateful and impressed with our efforts to speak Arabic to them.  Sometimes a mother would lift her toddler to us to give a kiss on the cheek.  Children would come through, fascinated with us, and every so often one would extend an outstretched palm and say, “Mista!  Mista!  Chocolate!”  Most gratifying were the times when an English speaking woman would offer thanks and good wishes for our safety, saying, “America is our friend.  Be careful and be safe here,” or “You are our sister.”  All of us have stories, though not all are pleasant.  There was the day infantry Marines engaged in a foot pursuit of a man on their target list who was dressed as a female.  One day a mortar went off well within sight, and it was a little while before we determined that the Marine on post was okay, but an Iraqi policeman had been killed.  Another morning a grenade was thrown at us one our way to ECP 2, but thankfully landed between the trucks and didn’t harm anyone.

I am grateful I was able to participate in the ECP duty experience.  Being a Data Marine, I otherwise wouldn’t have had the opportunity to go outside the wire and see what’s really happening out there.  I felt a strong sense of purpose because I was able to connect the cause of promoting Iraqi independence with the necessary work and the people themselves.  I was able to see something of what their lives are like – their vivaciousness, their frustration, even their sadness.  It not only made me appreciative of what we have in America, it reaffirmed my belief in our goal here.  It was worthwhile getting to know the Iraqis, infantry Marines, and the interpreters.  Most rewarding was being able to get to know my fellow female Marines, whom I found to be bright, high-spirited, confident and generous.  Leading from the front was our NCOIC Sgt Weeks, who, in a recent email to us said, “I have never worked with a better group of females and would be happy to work beside you anytime.”  I couldn’t agree more.


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