A Very Happy Ending on this Story

Butte, Montana November 5, 2007:

Two illegal aliens, Ralphel Resindez, 23, and Enrico Garza, 26, probably believed they would easily overpower home-alone 11 year old Patricia Harrington after her father had left their two-story home.

It seems the two crooks never learned two things: They were in Montana; and Patricia had been a clay shooting champion since she was nine.

Patricia was in her upstairs room when the two men broke through the front door of the house. She quickly ran to her father's room and grabbed his 12 gauge Mossberg 500 shotgun.

Resindez was the first to get up to the second floor only to be the first to catch a near point blank blast of buckshot from the 11- year-old's knee crouch aim. He suffered fatal wounds to his abdomen and genitals.

When Garza ran to the foot of the stairs, he took a blast to the left shoulder and staggered out into the street where he bled to death before medical help could arrive. TWO ILLEGALS THAT WILL BE SENT BACK....IN A BOX!

It was found out later that Resindez was armed with a stolen 45 caliber handgun he took from another home invasion robbery. That victim, 50-year-old David Burien, was not so lucky. He died from stab wounds to the chest.

PATRICIA STAVED OFF A ROBBERY AND POTENTIAL RAPE BECAUSE HER PARENTS TAUGHT HER HOW TO USE A GUN. HER PARENTS JUST DIDN'T HIDE A GUN IN THE HOUSE AND NOT EDUCATE HER ON THE POWER THAT A FIREARM PROVIDES.

IGNORANCE CAN BE DEADLY, BUT FORTUNATELY FOR THIS MONTANA FAMILY, KNOWLEDGE WAS POWER.

Now that is Gun Control!

Thoughts for the day:

Calling an illegal alien an 'undocumented immigrant' is like calling a drug dealer an 'unlicensed pharmacist'

BLAMING GUNS FOR VIOLENCE IS LIKE BLAMING SPOONS FOR ROSIE O'DONNELL'S BUTT.

This WAR is REAL

An Articulate Piece written on "The War We are Fighting"
The writer of this narrative is Dr. Vernon Chong, Major General, USAF, Retired.



If you would like to see who this man is, go to this Air Force web site and look him up:
http://www.af.mil/bios/bio.asp?bioID=5000




This WAR is REAL
Dr. Vernon Chong, Major General, USAF, Retired

To get out of a difficulty, one usually must go through it. Our country is now facing the most serious threat to its existence, as we know it, that we have faced in your lifetime and mine (which includes WWII).

The deadly seriousness is greatly compounded by the fact that there are very few of us who think we can possibly lose this war and even fewer who realize what losing really means.

First, let's examine a few basics:

1 When did the threat to us start?

Many will say September 11, 2001. The answer, as far as the United States is concerned, is 1979, 22 years prior to September 2001, with the following attacks on us:
* Iran Embassy Hostages, 1979;
* Beirut, Lebanon Embassy 1983;
* Beirut, Lebanon Marine Barracks 1983;
* Lockerbie, Scotland Pan-Am flight to New York 1988;
* First New York World Trade Center attack 1993;
* Dhahran , Saudi Arabia Khobar Towers Military complex 1996;
* Nairobi , Kenya US Embassy 1998;
* Dares Salaam , Tanzania US Embassy 1998;
* Aden , Yemen USS Cole 2000;
* New York World Trade Center 2001;
* Pentagon 2001.

(Note: during the period from 1981 to 2001 there were 7,581 terrorist attacks worldwide.)

2 Why were we attacked?

Envy of our position, our success, and our freedoms. The attacks happened during the administrations of Presidents Carter, Reagan, Bush 1, Clinton and Bush 2. We cannot fault either the Republicans or Democrats, as there were no provocations by any of the presidents or their immediate predecessor, President Ford.

3 Who were the attackers?

In each case, the attacks on the US were carried out by Muslims.

4 What is the Muslim population of the World?

25%.

5 Isn't the Muslim Religion peaceful?

Hopefully, but that is really not material. There is no doubt that the predominately Christian population of Germany was peaceful, but under the dictatorial leadership of Hitler (who was also Christian), that made no difference. You either went along with the administration or you were eliminated. There were 5 to 6 million Christians killed by the Nazis for political reasons (including
7,000 Polish priests).

(see http://www.Nazis.testimony.co.uk/7-a.htm

Thus, almost the same number of Christians were killed by the Nazis as the six million holocaust Jews who were killed by them, and we seldom hear of anything other than the Jewish atrocities. Although Hitler kept the world focused on the Jews, he had no hesitancy in killing anyone who got in the way of his extermination of the Jews or of taking over the world - German, Christian, or any others.

Same with the Muslim terrorists. They focus the world on the US , but kill all in the way -- their own people or the Spanish, British, French or anyone else. The point here is that, just like the peaceful Germans were of no protection to anyone from the Nazis, no matter how many peaceful Muslims there may be, they are no protection for us from the terrorist Muslim leaders and what they are fanatically bent on doing -- by their own pronouncements -- killing all of us 'infidels.' I don't blame the peaceful Muslims. What would you do if the choice was to remain silent or be killed?

6 So who are we at war with?

There is no way we can honestly respond that it is anyone other than the Muslim terrorists. Trying to be politically correct and avoid verbalizing this conclusion can will be fatal. There is no way to win if you don't clearly recognize and articulate who you are fighting.

So with that background, now to the two major questions:

1 Can we lose this war?

2 What does losing really mean?

If we are to win, we must clearly answer these two pivotal questions:

We can definitely lose this war and, as anomalous as it may sound, the major reason we can lose is that so many of us simply do not fathom the answer to the second question - What does losing mean?

It would appear that a great many of us think that losing the war means hanging our heads, bringing the troops home, and going on about our business, like post-Vietnam. This is as far from the truth as one can get.

What losing really means is:

We would no longer be the premier country in the world. The attacks will not subside, but, rather, will steadily increase. Remember, they want us dead, not just quiet. If they had just wanted us quiet, they would not have produced an increasing series of attacks against us over the past 18 years. The plan was, clearly, for terrorists to attack us until we were neutered and submissive to them.

We would, of course, have no future support from other nations, for fear of reprisals and for the reason that they would see; we are impotent and cannot help them.

They will pick off the other non-Muslim nations, one at a time. It will be increasingly easier for them. They already hold Spain hostage. It doesn't matter whether it was right or wrong for Spain to withdraw its troops from Iraq . Spain did it because the Muslim terrorists bombed their train and told them to withdraw the troops. Anything else they want Spain to do will be done. Spain is finished.

The next will probably be France . Our one hope with France is that they might see the light and realize that if we don't win, they are finished, too, in that they can't resist the Muslim terrorists without us. However, it may already be too late for France . France is already 20% Muslim and fading fast.

Without our support, Great Britain will go, also. Recently, I read that there are more mosques in England than churches.

If we lose the war, our production, income, exports, and way of life will all vanish as we know it. After losing, who would trade or deal with us if they were threatened by the Muslims? If we can't stop the Muslim terrorists, how could anyone else?

The radical Muslims fully know what is riding on this war, and therefore are completely committed to winning, at any cost. We'd better know it, too, and be likewise committed to winning at any cost.

Why do I go on at such lengths about the results of losing? Simple. Until we recognize the costs of losing, we cannot unite and really put 100% of our thoughts and efforts into winning. And it is going to take that 100% effort to win.

So, how can we lose the war?

Again, the answer is simple. We can lose the war by 'imploding.' That is, defeating ourselves by refusing to recognize the enemy and their purpose and failing to dig in and lend full support to the war effort. If we are united, there is no way that we can lose. If we continue to be divided, there is no way that we can win.

Let me give you a few examples of how we simply don't comprehend the life and death seriousness of this situation:

President Bush selects Norman Mineta as Secretary of Transportation. Although all of the terrorist attacks were committed by Muslim men between 17 and 40 years of age, Secretary Mineta refuses to allow profiling. Does that sound like we are taking this thing seriously? This is war! For the duration, we are going to have to give up some of the civil rights to which we have become accustomed. We had better be prepared to lose some of our civil rights temporarily or we will most certainly lose all of them permanently

And don't worry that it is a slippery slope. We gave up plenty of civil rights during WWII, and immediately restored them after the victory ... and, in fact, added many more since that time.

Do I blame President Bush or President Clinton before him?

No, I blame us for blithely assuming we can maintain all of our Political Correctness and all of our civil rights during this conflict and have a clean, lawful, honorable war. None of those words apply to war. Get them out of your head.

Some have gone so far in their criticism of the war and/or the Administration that it almost seems they would literally like to see us lose.

I think some actually do. I hasten to add that this isn't because they are disloyal. It is because they just don't recognize what losing means. Nevertheless, that conduct gives the impression to the enemy that we are divided and weakening. It concerns our friends and it does great damage to our cause.

Of more recent vintage, the uproar fueled by the politicians and media regarding the treatment of some prisoners of war perhaps exemplifies best what I am saying. We have recently had an issue involving the treatment of a few Muslim prisoners of war, by a small group of our military police. These are the type prisoners who just a few months ago were throwing their own people off buildings, cutting off their hands, cutting out their tongues, and otherwise murdering their own just for disagreeing with Saddam Hussein.

And, just a few years ago, these same type prisoners chemically killed 400,000 of their own people for the same reason. They are also the same type of enemy fighters who recently were burning Americans and dragging their charred corpses through the streets of Iraq And, still more recently, the same type of enemy that was and is providing videos to all news sources internationally of the beheading of American prisoners they held.

Compare this with some of our press and politicians, who for several days have thought and talked about nothing else but the 'humiliating' of some Muslim prisoners -- not burning them, not dragging their charred corpses through the streets, not beheading them, but 'humiliating' them.

Can they be for real?

The politicians and pundits have even talked of impeachment of the Secretary of Defense. If this doesn't show the complete lack of comprehension and understanding of the seriousness of the enemy we are fighting, the life and death struggle we are in, and the disastrous results of losing this war, nothing can.

To bring our country to a virtual political standstill over this prisoner issue makes us look like Nero playing his fiddle as Rome burned -- totally oblivious to what is going on in the real world. Neither we, nor any other country, can survive this internal strife. Again, I say, this does not mean that some of our politicians or media people are disloyal. It simply means that they are absolutely oblivious to the magnitude of the situation we are in and into which the Muslim terrorists have been pushing us for many years.

These people are a serious and dangerous liability to the war effort. We must take note of who they are and get them out of office. Remember, the Muslim terrorists stated goal is to kill all infidels. That translates into ALL non-Muslims -- not just in the United States , but throughout the world. We are the last bastion of defense.

We have been criticized for many years as being 'arrogant.' That charge is valid. We are arrogant in that we believe that we are so good, powerful, and smart that we can win the hearts and minds of all those who attack us, and that, with both hands tied behind our back, we can defeat anything bad in the world. We can't!

If we don't recognize this, our nation, as we know it, will not survive, and no other free country in the world will survive if we are defeated.

And, finally, name any Muslim countries throughout the world that allow freedom of speech, freedom of thought, freedom of religion, freedom of the press, equal rights for anyone -- let alone everyone, equal status or any status for women, or that have been productive in one single way that contributes to the good of the world.

This has been a long way of saying that we must be united on this war or we will be equated in the history books to the self-inflicted fall of the Roman Empire . If, that is, the Muslim leaders will allow history books to be written or read.

If we don't win this war right now, keep a close eye on how the Muslims take over France in the next 5 years or less. They will continue to increase the Muslim population of France and continue to encroach, little by little, on the established French traditions.

The French will be fighting among themselves over what should or should not be done, which will continue to weaken them and keep them from any united resolve. Doesn't that sound eerily familiar?

Democracies don't have their freedoms taken away from them by some external military force. Instead, they give their freedoms away, politically correct piece by politically correct piece.

And they are giving those freedoms away to those who have shown, worldwide, that they abhor freedom and will not apply it to you or even to themselves, once they are in power.

Muslims have universally shown that when they have taken over, they then start brutally killing each other over who the few will be controlling... the masses.

What is happening in Iraq is a good example. Will we ever stop hearing from the politically correct about the 'peaceful Muslims?'

I close on a hopeful note by repeating what I said before: If we are united, there is no way that we can lose. I hope now, after the election, the factions in our country will begin to focus on the critical situation we are in, and will unite to save our country. It is your future we are talking about. Do whatever you can to preserve it. I reiterate: our national election is under way.

After reading the above, we all must do this, not only for ourselves, but for our children, our grandchildren, our country, and our world. Whether Democrat or Republican, conservative or liberal ... and that includes the Politicians and media of our country and the free world.

Please forward this to any you feel may want, or NEED to read it. Our 'leaders' in Congress ought to read it, too. There are those who find fault with our country, but it is obvious to anyone who truly thinks through this, that we must UNITE!

Lastly, I wish to add: at the risk of offending, I sincerely think that anyone who rejects this as just another political rant, or doubts the seriousness of this issue, or just deletes it without sending it on, is part of the problem.

Deciding on the Surge

How Bush Decided on the Surge

[A year ago, we were losing in Iraq. Then the president made the most momentous decision of his presidency.]

by Fred Barnes, Executive Editor of THE WEEKLY STANDARD

02/04/2008, Volume 013, Issue 20





The date: December 13, 2006.
The location: a windowless conference room in the Pentagon known as the Tank.

It was an inauspicious place for President Bush to confront the last major obstacle to the most important decision of his second term, perhaps of his entire presidency. And the president chose not to deal with his hosts, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, as a commander in chief would address subordinates. He hadn't come to the military brass's turf simply to order the five chiefs and two combatant commanders to begin a "surge" of additional troops in Iraq and to pursue a radical change in strategy. For that, he might have summoned them to the Oval Office or the Situation Room in the basement of the White House. He had come to the Pentagon to persuade and cajole, not command.



The president was in a weak and lonely position. After Republicans lost the Senate and House in the midterm election on November 7, nearly 200 members of Congress had met with him at the White House, mostly to grouse about Iraq. Democrats urged him to begin withdrawing troops, in effect accepting defeat. Many of the Republicans were panicky and blamed Bush and the Iraq war for the Democratic landslide. They feared the 2008 election would bring worse losses. They wanted out of Iraq too.



Inside his own administration, Bush had few allies on a surge in Iraq aside from the vice president and a coterie of National Security Council (NSC) staffers. The Joint Chiefs were disinclined to send more troops to Iraq or adopt a new strategy. So were General George Casey, the American commander in Iraq, and Centcom commander John Abizaid. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice favored a troop pullback. A week earlier, the Iraq Study Group, better known as the Baker-Hamilton Commission, had recommended a graceful exit from Iraq.



The presence of former secretary of state James Baker, a longtime Bush family friend, on the commission was viewed in Washington and around the world as significant. It was assumed, correctly in this instance, that Baker wouldn't have taken the post if the president had objected. (At least one top Bush adviser faulted Rice for not blocking the amendment by Republican representative Frank Wolf of Virginia that created the commission in the first place.) Baker was seen as providing cover for Bush to order a gradual retreat from Iraq.



But retreat was the furthest thing from Bush's mind. "This is very trite," he told me. "Failure was no option   .  . I never thought I had to give up the goal of winning." He wanted one more chance to win.



At the Pentagon, Bush listened sympathetically to the complaints and worries of the chiefs. He promised to ease the strain the war had put on the military. Bush knew the idea of deploying more troops and changing the strategy would be a tough sell. It had been hatched outside the Pentagon. Co-opting the chiefs was "tricky business," an aide said. It "would be the most demanding civil-military challenge the president would face."



Some of the president's aides feared the chiefs would raise such strenuous objections to a surge that Bush would back off or, worse, they'd mount a frontal assault to kill the idea. Neither fear was realized. The session in the Tank lasted nearly two hours. When it was over, the chiefs were unenthusiastic. Weeks earlier, when Bush aides had asked them to draft a plan for what a surge would look like militarily, the Pentagon had dawdled. Now, with Bush doing the asking, the chiefs agreed to produce a surge plan. Bush had gotten all he needed from them--acquiescence. The surge was on.



It wouldn't be announced until Bush addressed the nation on January 10, 2007. In the meantime, important details had to be worked out, such as getting assurances from Iraqi prime minister Nuri al-Maliki that he wouldn't interfere to protect Shia friends or militias. And when the Pentagon said one or two more Army brigades would suffice, the White House consulted General David Petraeus, whose selection as the new commander in Iraq had yet to be made public. Petraeus said he'd need a minimum of five and that's what he got. "I decided to go robust," Bush said. A senior adviser added: "If you're going to be a bear, be a grizzly."



For an unpopular president facing a Democratic Congress ferociously opposed to the war in Iraq, it was a risky and defiant decision. Now, a year later, it's clear the surge has been a success. Violence is down, Baghdad mostly pacified, many Sunni leaders have abandoned their insurgency, and Al Qaeda in Iraq has been crushed (though not eliminated).



The war is not over, nor have the Iraqi government's steps toward sectarian reconciliation between Shia and Sunnis amounted to much. But should progress continue to the point that American troops begin coming home in large numbers and Iraq emerge as a reasonably secure democracy, a possibility arises: that because of his surge decision, Bush not only won the war in Iraq but saved his presidency.



The summer before Bush's visit to the Tank, success in Iraq had seemed unattainable. As sectarian conflict mushroomed and violence in Baghdad lurched out of control, the president had reluctantly concluded the war in Iraq was being lost. His hopes for a stable Iraq, buoyed by three elections there in 2005 and the installation of a democratic government, had been dashed. "There was just a constant stream of reporting about an impending civil war or innocent people being just run over by lawlessness and armed gangs," he told me when I interviewed him recently. "The cumulative effect of the rise in violence suggested to me we were going to have to do something different."



By early November, the president had a pretty good idea what that something should be. On November 5, the Sunday before Election Day, he met with Robert Gates, deputy national security adviser and eventually CIA director in the administration of Bush's father, at his ranch in Crawford, Texas. Bush was looking for a replacement for Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, whose departure was to be announced the day after the election. Gates, president of Texas A&M University at the time, was his first choice.



Gates "informed me in the course of the conversation that, as a member of the Baker-Hamilton Commission, he favored a surge of additional troops in Iraq," Bush said. This matched the president's own view. "I was thinking about a different strategy based upon U.S. troops moving in there in some shape or form, ill-defined at this point, but nevertheless helping to provide more security through a more robust counterinsurgency campaign," he said.



The president had been impressed by a plan developed by his NSC aides with advice from a loosely knit group of retired and active duty Army officers and civilian experts. It called for adding troops, protecting Iraqi citizens, securing Baghdad, and eventually pacifying the country. Bush received a daily written report on Iraq, and as conditions worsened in the fall he began to question NSC staffers informally about his options in Iraq. "Not every meeting in the White House is a formal meeting," Bush told me. "A lot of times decisions can be formulated outside the formal process."



The surge decision certainly was. By the time a formal NSC review began in October, followed by an "interagency" task force that met from mid-November to early January, Bush was quietly but solidly pro-surge. Had another credible plan for victory in Iraq come to his attention, Bush might have latched onto it. None did.



National security adviser Steve Hadley knew the president was single-mindedly committed to winning in Iraq. "He knew my anxiety and   .  . knew my intensity on the issue," Bush said. "He read me like a book." Though the president hadn't requested it, Hadley's deputy J.D. Crouch assigned NSC aide William Luti, an ex-Navy officer, to prepare a surge blueprint. When Meghan O'Sullivan, the 37-year-old Oxford Ph.D. who ran the NSC's Iraq desk and was an early advocate of a surge, dropped by, Bush casually questioned her about Iraq. He also grilled Hadley, Crouch, and NSC official Peter Feaver about conditions in Iraq. "Any chance I had, when I was alone with them, I would probe, get their sentiments."



He was never alarmed, Bush said, by the opposition to a surge from nearly everyone in the political community, the media, and the foreign policy establishment--everyone, he pointed out, "except for the people inside the White House I trust. We've been in this foxhole now for seven years, and we're battle-tested, hardened veterans of dealing with the elite opinion in Washington, D.C."



Though Bush had all but decided on a surge before the formal "interagency review" began looking at new options on Iraq, the process wasn't a charade. It forced the president to consider alternatives. And it also involved agencies besides the White House--the Defense and State departments, the CIA, the Joint Chiefs. "At a very minimum," the president said, it made them "feel they had a say in the development of a strategy." In this case, a small say.



The military, in Bush's view, has to be treated with special deference and tact. "One of the most important jobs of a commander in chief, and particularly in a time of war, is to be thoughtful and sensitive about the U.S. military," he said. Bush believes in persuading the military to embrace his policies rather than simply imposing them. In fact, a senior Pentagon official said Bush hoped the military would use the interagency review to push for a surge on its own. That didn't happen. The chiefs preferred the status quo, which meant sticking to a strategy of training the Iraqi army and leaving it with the job of defeating the insurgency.



This was the attitude Bush sought to mollify when he went to the Tank, the regular meeting place for the Joint Chiefs. He sat across a table from them: chairman Peter Pace, Army chief Peter Schoomaker, Marine commandant James T. Conway, chief of naval operations Michael Mullen, and Air Force chief T. Michael Moseley. Casey and Abizaid, the combatant commanders, were also present. Two defense secretaries sat, a bit awkwardly, on Bush's side of the table, the outgoing Donald Rumsfeld and his successor, Robert Gates, who was confirmed the following week.



In September, Rumsfeld had rejected the idea of a surge when retired general Jack Keane, a former vice chief of staff of the Army and a member of the advisory Defense Policy Review Board, met with him and Pace. Keane insisted the "train and leave" strategy, as Bush referred to it, was failing. He proposed a counterinsurgency strategy, the addition of five to eight Army brigades, and a primary focus on taking back Baghdad. Rumsfeld was unconvinced. But now, with Bush favoring a strategy nearly identical to Keane's, he didn't object. "Rumsfeld was never a lose guy," a Bush adviser said. "He always wanted to win."



With Bush's connivance, Cheney asked the chiefs a series of questions designed to ease their qualms about a surge. What would be the consequences of losing in Iraq? Was the Iraqi army capable of quelling the sectarian violence without substantial help from American troops?



The chiefs had real grievances to air, and they didn't hold back. Schoomaker cited the stress on combat forces from repeated tours of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan. That, Bush told me, was "the main thing I remember from that meeting. That was clearly a factor in some of the people around the table's thinking .  .  . if you sustain our level, much less increase the level, you could, Mr. President, strain the force, which is an important consideration."



Bush agreed that strain was a problem. Then he delivered a sharp rejoinder, touching on a theme he returned to in nearly every meeting on Iraq. "The biggest strain on the force would be a defeat in Iraq," he said. Winning trumped strain. To alleviate the strain, the president committed to enlarging the Army by two divisions and increasing the size of the Marine Corps. The chiefs had two more complaints. The military, practically alone, was carrying the load in Iraq. Where were the civilians from the State Department and other agencies? Again, Bush agreed with their point. He promised to assign more civilians to Iraq. (The number of provincial reconstruction teams was soon doubled.)



Their final problem was the unreliability of Iraq's Shia government and army. Would Iraqi forces show up and do their part in the surge? And would they act in a non-sectarian manner, treating Sunnis the same as Shia? Bush said he'd get a public commitment on both counts from Maliki before making a final decision on the surge. And he did.



In early 2006, Bush was positive about prospects in Iraq. "First of all, 2005 was a fascinating year," he said. "You know, elections were held, the country looked relatively calm." The president wouldn't have been as hopeful if he'd talked to colonels and majors and captains on the ground in Iraq. As news traveled up the military chain of command in Iraq, then to the White House, it tended to get more optimistic. Bush's confidence about Iraq would soon be shattered.



On February 22, 2006, the golden dome of the al-Askari Mosque in Samarra, one of the holiest Shia mosques in Iraq, was bombed. That single act of violence would change everything. For several weeks, Iraqi Shia and their militias didn't react, and Bush and his advisers thought they'd dodged a bullet.



Then in April, violence exploded with a fury unseen in Iraq in the nearly three years since American troops had deposed Saddam Hussein. Shia militias hadn't responded to earlier al Qaeda and Sunni provocations. But now they erupted in a killing spree. Shia death squads slaughtered thousands of Sunnis. Baghdad became a free fire zone. Iraq was on the verge of an all-out civil war.



At the White House, officials began to question the military strategy in Iraq and the assumptions behind it. American forces had been pursuing a "small footprint." Its rationale was that Americans were an occupying force whose presence stoked the Iraqi insurgency. So the strategy was to keep U.S. troops out of Iraqi neighborhoods as much as practicable. They were camped instead in large installations, mostly outside Baghdad, and deployed on missions to destroy al Qaeda terrorists and insurgents.



There was another crucial assumption shared by American military leaders: Iraqis had to step up first. Violence wouldn't subside until the new Iraqi government took tangible steps toward reconciliation between Sunnis and Shia. Reconciliation was a precondition for security. And while the American military could train and equip an Iraqi army, it couldn't win the war. If Bush was skeptical of the small footprint, he never expressed it. He accepted the assurance of his commanders that the strategy was working--until Samarra.



After the bombing, NSC officials were increasingly dubious. They weren't alone. General Keane kept in contact with retired and active Army officers, including Petraeus, who believed the war could be won with more troops and a population protection, or counterinsurgency, strategy--but not with a small footprint. At the American Enterprise Institute (AEI) in Washington, a former West Point professor (and a current WEEKLY STANDARD contributing editor), Frederick Kagan, was putting together a detailed plan to secure Baghdad. But the loudest voice for a change in Iraq was Senator John McCain of Arizona. He and his sidekick, Senator Lindsey Graham of South Carolina, traveled repeatedly to Iraq. McCain badgered Bush and Hadley with phone calls urging more troops and a different strategy. Together, McCain, Keane, Petraeus, the network of Army officers, and Kagan provided a supportive backdrop for adopting a new strategy.



White House thinking about Iraq changed quickly, at least at the staff level. The reigning assumptions about the conflict were discarded. American troops weren't seen as targets and catalysts for violence anymore. Iraqis wanted their protection. Nor was the insurgency the biggest threat to stability. Sectarian violence, fueled by Al Qaeda in Iraq, was. To tamp it down, a new strategy was required.



The counterinsurgency option, with its emphasis on protecting people, was soon popular with NSC officials. At O'Sullivan's request, Army general Kevin Bergner was assigned to her staff. He had conducted a small counterinsurgency operation in Mosul in 2005 that succeeded in reducing violence and restoring normal life. Around the same time, Colonel H.R. McMaster had led a successful counterinsurgency effort to secure Tal Afar in northwest Iraq.



To stimulate fresh consideration of Iraq strategy, the NSC staff organized a panel of experts to address the president and his war cabinet at Camp David in mid-June. The two-day meeting at the presidential retreat loomed as a potential turning point in the Bush administration's approach to Iraq.



The four-man panel wasn't stacked. Kagan spoke in favor of additional troops and outlined his plan for pacifying Baghdad with a "clear, hold, and build" strategy. American soldiers, along with Iraqi troops, would do the holding, living in Baghdad and guarding its citizens, Sunni and Shia alike. Robert Kaplan, the foreign correspondent and military writer now teaching at the Naval Academy, talked about successful counterinsurgency campaigns in the past. (Kaplan's books are among Bush's favorites.) Kaplan neither advocated a troop buildup nor opposed it.



Countering Kagan, Michael Vickers, a former Green Beret and CIA operations officer, explained how Iraq could actually be won with fewer troops, not more. Vickers is now an assistant secretary of defense. The fourth panelist was Eliot Cohen, now a State Department adviser. Bush had read his book on wartime leadership, Supreme Command. Cohen reemphasized its theme: Leaders should hold their generals accountable if a war is being lost or won.



Bush's reaction to the panel offered no hint of his thinking. After the first day's session, he secretly flew to Iraq to attend the inauguration of Maliki's government. Bush's advisers, still at Camp David and expecting to see him in person, were surprised when he spoke to them by teleconference from Baghdad.



Rather than a turning point, the events of June prompted a fleeting moment of optimism. The week before Camp David, Abu Musab al Zarqawi, the al Qaeda leader in Iraq, had been killed. (Cheney has a piece of the house where Zarqawi died on display at his residence.) And not only was Iraq getting a new and presumably more effective government, but American and Iraqi forces were jointly beginning an initiative to curb violence in Baghdad.



Organized by Casey, Operation Together Forward embraced the essence of counterinsurgency--clear, hold, and build--on paper. But in the field, it was counter-insurgency-lite with no additional American troops. Americans and Iraqis were to together drive out al Qaeda and the insurgents and take over Baghdad neighborhoods, with the Iraqis then staying behind to keep them secure. But many Iraqi units failed to show up. Those that did refused to stick around. The operation fizzled, as did a second attempt dubbed Together Forward II.



Bush, not heeding Cohen's advice, didn't blame Casey. The strategy "was unable to work because the clear, build, and hold was not complete," he said. "We would clear, we would somewhat build, but we wouldn't hold. And the sectarian violence that I thought had been avoided right after the Golden Mosque bombing began to spiral and neighborhoods were being cleansed."



The president, normally upbeat, was growing worried. At almost every meeting on Iraq, he emphasized "winning." It was Bush's mantra. But now he was losing the biggest gamble of his presidency. Another recurring theme was the consequences of defeat for America, Iraq, and the Middle East. "I was constantly trying to think about what do we need to do to succeed, what was it that was necessary," he said.



And so the first thing we did, here in the White House, with a very small group of people, was work on whether a different strategy was needed. And there were competing strategies. One was to keep it the way it was. Two was clear, build, and hold with a counterinsurgency strategy, empowering the Iraqis, but at the same time having enough troops there to make sure that the security situation changed, primarily in the capital as well as Anbar province, where the Sunnis were being harmed greatly by al Qaeda.



The other one was kind of the burnout strategy--step back, let it burn out, contain it, go to the borders, encampments outside the city, let them fight it out, and eventually it will fade out, and then we'll make sure it doesn't get totally out of hand, but out of hand albeit to a certain extent.



In the NSC's inner circle, Bush's partiality was clear. He liked option two, what later became known as the "surge." He got plenty of reinforcement for that position. Hadley and Crouch traveled to Iraq in late October and early November: Hadley to talk to political leaders, Crouch to spend time with military units. On his return, Hadley sent a memo to Bush and his war cabinet that criticized Maliki, but also pointedly hinted at a surge of additional troops in Iraq. The memo was leaked to the New York Times.



"We might also need to fill the current four-brigade gap in Baghdad with coalition (American) forces if reliable Iraqi forces are not identified," Hadley wrote. And the president should "ask Secretary of Defense and General Casey to make a recommendation about whether more forces are needed in Baghdad."



Crouch visited Anbar and found what O'Sullivan and others had also discovered in Iraq: American soldiers were now welcomed. Anbar, once controlled by Sunni insurgents and Al Qaeda in Iraq, had turned. The Sunnis had revolted against their al Qaeda allies and joined forces with Americans. With more troops, U.S. officers said they could gain control of the entire Anbar region.



On November 30, the day after Hadley's memo became public, Bush met with Maliki in Amman, Jordan. He had "a couple of important factors" to work out before committing to a surge. "One was, would I have a partner to deal with in the prime minister of Iraq," Bush said. "I went out to the region to have a little sit-down with him, to get a sense of his intensity in dealing with killers, whether they be Sunni or Shia. In other words, there had to be Iraqi buy-in to any new strategy in order for it to be effective."



The second issue was whether the Iraqi troops would participate in a surge and perform better than they had in Together Forward I and II. Maliki claimed the Iraqi army could handle the job of securing Baghdad alone. His attitude, the president said, was, "We need you there for a while, we can do this, we'll take care of it." But "after the meeting, General Casey said they can't." Bush believed Casey.



It was weeks before Bush got satisfaction from Maliki on the two points, weeks that included numerous phone conversations and talks by teleconference. Finally, in a speech four days before Bush announced the surge, Maliki gave public assurances that Iraqi troops would be fully engaged in pacifying Baghdad and would act in a nonsectarian manner.



In Washington, the president got little satisfaction from the interagency review of Iraq policy. Instead of a surge, the State Department favored a strategy of pulling troops out of Baghdad and allowing the Sunnis and Shia to finish their bloody struggle. When Bush heard about this idea, he rejected it out of hand. "I don't believe you can have political reconciliation if your capital city is burning," he said.



The Pentagon was on Bush's side, arguing that American troops shouldn't be ordered to stand by while people were being massacred. But, as Bush was to hear firsthand during his visit to the Tank, the military wasn't favorably disposed to a surge either. During the review, Joint Chiefs of Staff representatives stuck to the line that political reconciliation, not a troop buildup, was the key to reducing violence in Iraq. They also said a greater civilian effort was needed in Iraq. As for the U.S. military, the status quo in Iraq was fine.



Bush wasn't buying that. On December 11, Bush had five military experts to the Oval Office to talk about the Iraq war. Keane, a friend of Cheney but almost unknown to Bush, made the strongest impression, arguing that "train and leave" wasn't a strategy for winning. He laid out a case for the surge, reinforcing Bush's strong inclination. Retired generals Wayne Downing and Barry McCaffrey opposed the surge. (McCaffrey later changed his mind.) Stephen Biddle of the Council on Foreign Relations, a Democrat, criticized the gradual retreat urged by the Baker-Hamilton Commission. And Eliot Cohen talked about civil-military aspects of the Iraq war and said Bush should talk to younger officers, not just the generals.



That afternoon, Keane and Frederick Kagan gave Cheney a full briefing, including a slide show, on their surge plan. It had been developed at AEI with help from Keane's network of officers. Cheney didn't need much encouraging. Bush told Cheney biographer (and WEEKLY STANDARD senior writer) Stephen F. Hayes last year that the vice president had always been a "more troops guy." The surge neatly fit Cheney's specifications. Keane and Kagan became a sought-after pair in Washington, a gravelly voiced general and a young professor with a plan to win in Iraq. They gave briefings to Hadley and Pentagon officials, among others.



Bush was originally scheduled to deliver a nationally televised speech on Iraq the second week in December, a day or so after the Tank session. But the president wasn't ready. He wanted to give Gates time to visit Iraq. And a key decision--about sending troops to Anbar, home of the Sunni Awakening--was still to be made. The speech was put off until after New Year's.



When Gates returned from Iraq just before Christmas, he brought Casey's recommendation for a surge of one or two brigades--a mini-surge. Bush felt that wouldn't work. He had agreed with Hadley and Crouch that Anbar was an opportunity worth seizing. He didn't want to "piecemeal the operation" by tackling the province later. Once he'd "made the decision to cleanse Anbar and settle down Baghdad at the same time," Bush said, it had to be five brigades.



By this time, Petraeus was a factor in the decision-making. Both Gates and Rumsfeld had recommended him. He was already a favorite of Cheney, who'd spent a day at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, with Petraeus while the general was writing the new Army counterinsurgency manual. Petraeus gave a pre-publication copy of the manual to Cheney.



Though he was replacing Casey and jettisoning his strategy, the president didn't want to embarrass him. Bush admires Casey and rejects the Lincoln analogy: that like President Lincoln he fired generals until he found one who would win the war. When I raised the analogy, Bush interrupted. "McClellan and Casey," he said. "That's not accurate." Lincoln fired General George McClellan and ultimately made Ulysses Grant his top commander. According to the analogy, Petraeus is Bush's Grant. "I wouldn't go there," Bush told me. He promoted Casey to Army chief of staff.



The Petraeus factor strengthened Hadley's hand in working on Bush's speech. Words matter in presidential addresses, even a single word. The Pentagon wanted Bush to announce a surge of "up to" five brigades. Hadley urged the president to be more specific and forceful. Bush agreed and said he was "committed" to sending five brigades.



And if a question lingered about his intentions on Anbar, Bush answered it in his speech. "I have given orders to increase American forces in Anbar Province by 4,000 troops," he declared.



The 20-minute speech on January 10, 2007, was not Bush's most eloquent. And it wasn't greeted with applause. Democrats condemned the surge and Republicans were mostly silent. Polls showing strong public opposition to the war in Iraq were unaffected.



But the president, as best I could tell, wasn't looking for affirmation. He was focused solely on victory in Iraq. The surge may achieve that. And if it does, Bush's decision to spurn public opinion and the pressure of politics and intensify the war in Iraq will surely be regarded as the greatest of his presidency.

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary episode Oct 31 2007 a Seduction

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Concubines

I have been doing some research on the concept of "Concubine".

Kind of interesting.

A concubine was nothing more than a lover. The early kings of Isreal (David, Solomon, etc) had concubines. Concubines were lovers. That is the direct translation as I understand it.

But when you were very rich, and you could afford to feed and house them, they became more like our concept of mistresses, i.e. supported, or live in lovers.

Anyone ever been a concubine? Sounds kind of sexy to me . . . ..

Spanish Newspaper Article

This is a translation of an article from a Spanish newspaper

ALL EUROPEAN LIFE DIED IN AUSCHWITZBy Sebastian Vilar Rodrigez(*)

I walked down the street in Barcelona, and suddenly discovered a terrible truth - Europe died in Auschwitz. We killed six million Jews and replaced them with 20 million Muslims. In Ausch witz we burned a culture, thought, creativity, talent. We destroyed the chosen people, truly chosen, because they produced great and wonderful people who changed the world.

The contribution of this people is felt in all areas of life: science, art, international trade, and above all, as the conscience of the world. These are the people we burned.

And under the pretense of tolerance, and because we wanted to prove to ourselves that we were cured of the disease of racism, we opened our gates to 20 million Muslims, who brought us stupidity and ignorance, religious extremism and lack of tolerance, crime and poverty, due to an unwillingness to work and support their families with pride.

They have turned our beautiful Spanish cities into the third world, drowning in filth and crime.
Shut up in the apartments they receive free from the government, they plan the murder and destruction of their naive hosts.

And thus, in our misery, we have exchanged culture for fanatical hatred, creative skill for destructive skill, intelligence for backwardness and superstition.

We have exchanged the pursuit of peace of the Jews of Europe and their talent for hoping for a better future for their children, their determined clinging to life because life is holy, for those who pursue death, for people consumed by the desire for death for themselves and others, for our children and theirs.

What a terrible mistake was made by miserable Europe.

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Side note: Many, many Americans have become so insulated from reality that they imagine America can suffer defeat without any inconvenience to themselves.

BILL CLINTON'S MILITARY CAREER
As researched and written by Cdr. Hamilton McWhorter USN (ret)


Bill Clinton registers for the draft on September 08, 1964, accepting all contractual conditions of registering for the draft. Selective Service Number is 3 26 46 228.

Bill Clinton was classified 2-S (student deferral) on November 17, 1964.

Reclassified 1-A (qualified for military service) on March 20, 1968.

Ordered to report for induction on July 28, 1969.

Refuses to report and is not inducted into the military.

Reclassified 1-D (ROTC deferment) after enlisting in the United States Army Reserves on August 07, 1969, under authority of Colonel E. Holmes.

Signs enlistment papers and takes oath of enlistment. Bill Clinton fails to report to his duty station at the University of Arkansas ROTC, September 1969.

Reclassified 1- A on October 30, 1969, as enlistment with Army Reserves is revoked by Colonel E. Holmes and Clinton now AWOL and subject to arrest under Public Law 90-40 (2)(a) registrant who has failed to report...remain liable for induction.

Bill Clinton's birth date lottery number is 311, drawn December 1,
1969, but anyone who has already been ordered to report for induction is INELIGIBLE!

Runs for Congress (1974), while a fugitive from justice under Public Law 90-40.

Runs for Arkansas Attorney General (1976), while a fugitive from justice.

Receives pardon on January 21, 1977, from President Jimmy Carter.

Becomes the FIRST PARDONED FEDERAL FELON ever to serve as President of the United States.



[All these facts come from Freedom of Information requests, public laws, and various books that have been published, and have not been refuted by the Clintons.]

After the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, President Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1995 bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed five U.S. military personnel, the Clintons promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1996 Khobar Towers bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed 19 and injured 200 U.S. military personnel, the Clintons promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1998 bombing of U.S. embassies in Africa, which killed 224 and injured 5,000, the Clintons promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 2000 bombing of the USS Cole, which killed 17 and injured 39 U.S. sailors, the Clintons promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

Maybe if the Clintons had kept those promises, an estimated 3,000 people in New York and Washington, DC. who are now dead would be alive today.

THINK ABOUT THIS! It is a strange turn of events. Hillary gets $8 Million for her forthcoming memoir. Bill gets about $12 Million for his memoir yet to be written. This from two people who spent 8 years being unable to recall anything about past events while under oath.

Sincerely, Cdr. Hamilton McWhorter USN (ret)

Opportunity Taken 1-4

Opportunity Taken - 1 - Getting into the car
Copyright Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom 2007

Sandi took one last excited glance at her sexy new outfit in the bedroom mirror. She had chosen her somewhat risqué clothing ever so carefully during the week and a half her husband had been back east on an important business trip. Her husband was sure to be named as a junior partner in the architecture firm where he worked any day now, and they had just closed on their new house, the one they would raise their family in, and they had decided just a few month before that they were ready to have their first baby. She felt certain in her heart of hearts that things could not be better for the young couple!

Sandi knew that during the next few days her ova would be receptive to her darling husband’s fertilization if her womb had indeed begun to function properly after she stopped taking “the pill” months before.

Well, his flight was due in just another hour! Just time enough to grab a bite at the airport before his flight arrived. She made sure she had some mouth wash in her purse so her breath would smell fresh when she kissed him her special “Welcome Home” kiss she was saving just for this occasion.

She giggled happily as she backed out of the driveway and headed out for the airport in their brand new Porsche. It was Friday night, and what a night it promised to be! Her lacy little sage-green thong was already damp.




Sandi kept peaking around the corner to see if the plane was starting to disgorge passengers yet. She could feel her internal excitement, how turned on she was to see her husband again, and to know what they were going to do with each other this evening, maybe the whole night! It was Friday night, so he could rest up after a full night and maybe even the followings day and night of making love! She could sense how ready she was for love every time she moved her toned and tanned thighs. Her body offered no resistance to her movement down there, just well lubricated flesh moving across more sensitive flesh!

Passengers finally started coming down the concourse! She could barely contain her excitement as she scanned for his blonde head. His handsome smile would soon be her target for smothering with kissing, . . . . deep sensuous, open mouthed, ready-to-make-love-with-you-darling kissing. She could feel her stiff nipples under the thin fabric of her translucent blouse.

As she waited, she couldn’t help bouncing up and down slightly, her unfettered breasts jiggling their own delectable excitement. She could sense the men standing around her watching her nubile body vibrating in anticipation, but it only served to increase her eagerness. Their furtive flattering attentions made her feel so sexy and pretty!

The first of the first-class passengers hurried past her as she watched excitedly for her beloved hubby. She watched nervously as two handsome men, one VERY tall, and one with incredibly broad shoulders, walked by in their three piece suits. Their intense eyes scanned her from head to toe. She thought she recognized the shorter one, but could not pin down where they may have met in her jittery, excited mind. She blushed slightly as their bold eyes continued to burnish her from head to toe. One of them made a comment she could not hear to the other. By the movements of their eyebrows, she could tell that they liked what they saw. Her smile widened even further. She caught a whiff of their aftershave as they moved on by her. She liked their scents.

Suddenly there he was! His head was down as he drug his baggage, his oversized brief case and the special tube he carried his precious plans in. She was so proud of him, her budding young architect.

Then her husband looked up. He saw her, but his face clouded over. She could tell that there was something definitely wrong.

As soon as her beloved Danny rounded the security post, she flung herself into his arms, pressing her hard little nubbins against his chest as her tongue dove deep into his mouth, rewarding him for his love. She withheld nothing from him in her kiss.

She opened her eyes half way through her special kiss. His eyes were open, and their were tears sparkling in them. Disappointed, yet concerned, she pulled her head back, her arms around his neck, and asked “What’s wrong baby? Didn’t it go well in New York?”

Danny shook his head. He whispered in her ear, “It went AWful, honey. He hated my design! I could lose my job over this!” His voice was trembling, he was near panic. “He came back with us on the plane and we only have this weekend to get it right, or he is pulling the plug on the project. Switch architects!” Danny’s lower lip started to quiver slightly.

Sandi could tell her husband was close to losing it.

Danny gripped her arm. His eyes were suddenly intense. “Honey, I REALLY need your HELP tonight and tomorrow, OK? He is going to be staying with us at our house while Jake and I work out the design. So please baby, do whatEVER he asks, give him whatEVER he wants, and help me manage him, OK babe? We have to make him happy, . . . . NO . . . MATTER . . . . WHAT, . . . . or on Monday I will be out of a JOB, understand? Do I make myself clear babe? No matter WHAT he wants, give to him or I lose my job! Jake has already told me that! I am scared shitless. Jake and I are going to pull an all nighter tonight and try to save this project, so PLEASE don’t bother us. But make Terrance a happy camper, OK? PLEASE baby! PLEASE!!!! Can I count on you babe?”

Sandi, her eyes wide in heartfelt concern, nodded her head vigorously. She had never seen her husband like this before. She knew he was not a person who panicked easily, so she was certain this was some serious shit. She hugged him tightly and lovingly whispered back in his ear, “Don’t worry babe, I’ll do what ever is needed honey, and I won’t bother you or Jason with silly questions so you can concentrate like you need to, OK?”

Sandi thought about all of the payments they had now. A new sports car, a new house, saving for the costs of the soon to be conceived baby, paying off the college tuition loans . . . . the list of their bills seemed endless. Sandi knew one thing for sure, her salary as an executive secretary would not even come CLOSE to paying the bills.

Sandi looked her husband in the eye and again promised him, “Don’t you worry baby, we’ll make this work out. You concentrate on your designs and I will keep him happy and occupied, OK? Together we can do this!” She secretly worried if her beloved husband would have the time, or the inclination, for sex this whole weekend. Her womb was filled with those fluttery butterflies that head been building for over a week. She would ovulate in the next day or so. They wanted a boy, so having sex right at the time of ovulation was their best chance to improve the odds for that.

Danny kissed her perfunctorily, his mind ten million miles away, then lead her off toward the baggage claim area.

This was definitely not what she had pictured happening on this day, of all days! Clearly her beloved husband was NOT thinking about sex! He had not even noticed her sexy revealing little outfit!




“Let’s take your car, Dan.” It was the broad shouldered man who had noticed her at the causeway. He had changed out of his three piece suit and into shorts and a muscle shirt. He had a really well developed chest and incredibly thick arms, the arms of a serious athlete.

The other man, the very tall man, had also changed into shorts and a cutoff workout shirt. His body was hard, lean, and full of obvious muscles. His abs were perfection! Both men were obviously in great shape and worked out a lot.

The foursome walked toward the parking structure, Sandi in the center of the two strangers, the tall one on her right, the broad shouldered man on her left. Danny had introduced them to her as Jake and Terrance. The tall man, Terrance, was the client, apparently an ex-NBA basketball player. The shorter man with broad shoulders, Jason, or Jake, was a junior partner in the architectural firm Danny worked for. In effect, the broad shouldered man was Danny’s direct supervisor.

Sandi grew nervous as they walked toward their car. How in the world would they all fit into their tiny little Porsche?

The men stood there looking at the sexy little red car as they debated how they would all fit. The back seat was really just for show, after all. The front seats were bucket seats with a center console.

They finally decided that Jake could squeeze into the back seat and Sandi would sit on Terrance’s lap in the front passenger’s seat.

After some soft swearing, Jake did indeed make it in. He had to semi recline sideways in order to fit.

Terrance had to lay the seat back in order to get his six foot nine inch frame into the front passenger seat. He had quipped, “Where’s ma damn Mercedes at a time like this?” But he had been smiling broadly, so Sandi felt certain he was OK. He looked up at her standing there beside the car, waiting for him to tell her to climb in onto his lap.

He smiled up at her, his eyes carressing her obvious nipples, and asked if she was ready to ‘climb in and talk about the first thing that popped up’. Sandi, not really catching the joke, nodded and turned, bending over, her perfect little bubble butt leading the way into Terrance’s lap. His strong hands gripped her bum as she lowered herself onto his thighs. She could feel the skin of his fingers touching her butt and thighs under her dress. Her little skirt was obviously not intended to hide her charms, it was made to show them off. And show them off it did!

Terrance returned the seat to upright and put his arm around her waist. He whispered “You ready for this, sexy little lady?”

Remembering her beloved husband’s strict instructions to cooperate and stay out of his way, she nodded and smiled at Terrance’s handsome face. Sandi looked down at his hand as it landed softly on her bare thigh. His hand was HUGE!

Terrance whispered again. “Love the sage green thong sweetheart! Really sexy! Turning me on!”

Sandi blushed bright red as her vagina shivered in its wholesome need for carnal fulfillment.




Opportunity Taken - 2 - Taking the Ride
Copyright Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom 2007

Sandi found that the only way she could sit comfortably on his lap in the tinny little sports car was to put her right arm around Terrance’s neck and lean against his body. She shifted several times trying to get more comfortable as her darling husband started the car and backed out of the parking space.

Terrance’s mouth was right next to her ear. She could feel his breath on the nape of her neck as she sat so intimately on his lap. As her husband turned to pay the parking fee, she felt Terrance’s huge hand ever so lightly caressing her inner thigh. She shivered slightly, as the electric shock of his gentle intimate touch coursed through her entire being.

Sandi looked down to see his thick long fingers slowly circling on her leg. Was it her imagination, or was each tiny slow circle seemed to be working upward on her thigh, toward her most intimate crevice.

“Open your sexy long legs baby! I need to touch you right where you know you want me to!”

‘Do I want him to?’ Sandi wondered silently, her mind a total muddle, alarmed at how he had simply assumed she wanted this. But she could not bring herself to stop his advances.

His warm breath in her ear again caused a shiver to course through her being. Panicky, her whole body having been prepared for over a week for proper breeding by her beloved husband, she again thought about her husband’s words at the airport gate again. She had been specifically instructed to take care of this man and to not disturb her husband, and for sure not to make him mad. Their very life and all the good things in it hung in the balance. Their baby, their darling little desperately wanted baby. She felt her soon to be fertile, wanting womb lurch in her belly.

‘But should I let this total stranger touch me this way?’ she worried

When she looked down, she discovered her thighs had already parted, unbidden, as though they already knew the answer, without her having to decided, or to even think about it. He was, after all, her husband’s most important client. She could help her husband out for this night, right? Wasn’t that what a good wife did for her husband? Cover his back, so to speak?

Looking again between her own quivering thighs she could see the purple tip of Terrance’s manhood peeking up at her shocked eyes. The vermillion tip held a small glistening drop of wetness. It shimmered with portent as her husband drove out of the airport parking lot.

Sandi tried to think. Her husband wanted her, indeed, was COUNTING on her, to make this man happy, to not piss him off. She had her back toward her husband, and she felt certain there was no way he could see the intimate things the tall good looking man was doing to her.

Her side of her plump sensitive breast became intensely aware of Terrance’s manly well defined pectoral. Her breast was resting on his shirt. She belatedly remembered that the skimpy dress she had chosen to meet her husband in allowed much of the side of her breast to be visible, and, because it was visible, she realized that meant it was naked to touching if someone so chose. And her quivering needy plumpness was touching his shirt now.

Sandi knew she was going to have to make a decision soon. Terrance’s seductive touches were now within about an inch of her freshening.

She looked down again and saw his hands, his finger tips, slightly grazing her skin. She was intensely aware of every sibilant touch, each soft enticing caress. And oh god, there was his whole dark purple head sticking out of his shorts! His clear liquids seemed to be dripping now. She watched as first one drop, then another appeared, then ran down under his magnificent plum.

Terrance put his hand under her nearly naked bum and lifted her slightly, as though she were a mere child. His manly touch on her bare bum made her shiver in unintended delight. Was that his finger actually pressing on her little opening? As he shifted to get more comfortable under her, his shorts rode up his leg a bit. Sandi’s shocked eyes watched in utter amazement as his pee-pee rose to vertical between her alabaster thighs. She had never before thought about the fact that some men’s members were so much larger than her husband’s!

Sandi found herself unable to look away from his swollen shaft. Nor could she stop thinking about its awesome size. It was, after all, proportionate to this man’s height. One thing was for sure, it wasn’t a “pee-pee”! She tried to think of a better word to describe it. It was certainly thick. And it was certainly long. And it was certainly dark. And it was certainly hard!

“Touch him, he needs your soft touches, Sandi”, whispered Terrance’s warm breath into her goose pimpling ear.

“Oh god what do I do?” worried Sandi. She could not lie to herself, she KNEW she wanted to touch it, to feel its warm promises, to experience such magnificence first hand.

Her face burned as she realized she had just visualized his member entering her, and how her excited wet body had welcomed him into her.

His whispering voice was commanding now. “Touch him little sexy woman. Touch him with your tiny little hand and make me a very happy man!” Softly he kissed her ear.

His hard vertical member pulsed softly against her inner thigh. She felt the intensely intimate wetness that was slowly running down his dark plum. She watched, when the car hit a bump, as his member moved sideways across her creamy soft skin, leaving its intimate trail of glistening liquids thee on her body, as though the huge meme was laying claim to her body, signing her skin with its authoritative signature of ownership.

Again his whispered command, “Make me happy baby! Touch him. It has been so long since he was touched by a woman’s hand!” There was also a slight pleading in the big man’s voice. Not a begging, just an urgent request from one human being to another.

And her husband HAD told her to take care of him, and to make him happy, and to meet his needs.

It felt so soft to her touch. Her gentle fingers curled around its slickened head, hesitatingly experiencing its silky wetness. It jerked delightedly as her touch caressed its dark plumpness. She could feel its silky need both against her inner thigh and on her finger tips.

Sandi wondered if her husband had any idea what she had just done! She had touched another man’s member, his hard needy erection! And it was happening right in their brand new car, with her husband driving, not more than a few scant inches away. She felt her abdomen fluttering in urgent need of her fulfillment, her optimum fertility only hours away.

Sandi fantasized about this man’s hugeness entering her, spurting its wet, abundant baby-making elixir deep into her fertile receptive womb as she writhed in blissful nirvana. Her thoughts were a jumble now, but she knew instinctively that her womb would be more apt to be fertilized if the sperm of her lover was deposited directly onto her cervix. And this man’s member was long enough to do that, no doubt about it.

Terrance again raised her tight body and moved her the few inches it took for his excited member to rest comfortably against the opening to her womb. She could feel its intense heat as it touched her there, separated only by her skimpiest of fabrics.

It pulsed there, slowly pressing her garment into her cleft. She was so moist that she wondered if their intimate moistures were now combining just inside her ready opening.

His own small opening on the large plumb was now very wet. She watched as one of the clear droplets ran down his plump head and soaked into the front of her feminine, sexy, sage-green, lacey panties.

Her hand pressed his member against her already widely spread furrows.

His soft encouraging voice again, his breath in her ear, “You make me so happy when you touch me like that honey! He needs your soft loving touches, darling! He needs to feel your wonderful little white soft hand touching him like that!”

Sandi realized that his incredibly sexy member was so tall that it almost could touch the bottoms of her breasts. Her hand caressed its length as she stared at it. His abundant wetness made it very slick. He felt so silky to her touch. He was pulsing in her hand as she caressed his magnificent shaft and head. It moved softly against her opening, asking respectfully if it could enter her portal. It was so large and so dark!

She could see his large eggs hanging below it. They would be chock full of baby-making fertile sperm right now, . . . . . . just what her ready egg needed in order to conceive!

“Would he really fit inside me?” she wondered, . . . . before she could catch herself.




Opportunity Taken - 3 - Minding Manners
Copyright Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom 2007

Sandi squirmed as little as she could manage, but his stiffness resting against her moist sensitive parts was ever so hard to resist. She could feel it pulsing, moving about of its own little will. Her trembling fingers on its wet shaft wanted to stroke it, make it produce its elixir. But more than that, she found herself wanting to feel its heat inside her body. How could she be doing this with a total stranger with her husband only inches away, blissfully unaware of her activities? She only knew she couldn’t stop her hand from further stimulating this man’s incredible masculinity, and holding it tightly against her own desire.

She could smell their combined wetness. She wondered if her beloved husband could smell her betrayal. She looked down and saw that the lower portion of his thick dark shaft was firmly ensconced between her own carnal lips, her panties having retracted into her opening so that her furrows were now caressing his cock shaft on both sides of her panty panel. How on earth could this be happening?

Her large almond shaped eyes found his, her eyes pleading silently for relief as he smiled at her. “We must let them become good friends, don’t you think, sweet sexy woman?” he whispered in her ear. His breath on her neck made thrills run up and down her spine. “Your sweet little white cunt is so wet and hot. You want me inside you, don’t you?”

She felt her head nod in agreement. She realized that when he had called her body her “cunt” she had suddenly pressed harder against him. She had never liked that crude word, until just now, when his manly mouth had softly slid it in her ear, uttered it to describe her own . . . . .cunt. There, she had thought it. She had called her own . . . . . . cunt . . . . a cunt. She was so close to cumming that she had to close her eyes and tighten her will power.

“I want to feel my prick inside your cunt baby, I want to spill my dark sperm deep inside you, coat your cervix with my essence. You want that too, I can see that and I can smell how much you want my black cock to fuck your sweet little white cunt. I can see that you really want me to deposit my black man’s sperm deep inside you. Let me give you that gift honey! Let me give you that gift deep inside your body!” He kissed her neck and then her ear. “I want you baby, need you in the worst way! Your husband will be tied up all night, let me pleasure your body while he works. It will keep my mind off the fiasco we have going right now on the project. It will allow your husband to keep his job. Understand? You will feel pleasures where you have never felt them before, deep down inside your pretty sexy body. My cock will touch you where your husband’s has never reached. My cock will cum where your husband’s is totally inadequate to accomplish. You were made for this moment honey. You were made to take my nice big black cock deep inside your body. Let me give you a baby, a cute little black baby to suckle at your white breasts, full of your milk to feed our cute little baby.”

Her husband, Danny, suddenly turned sharply into a parking lot.

Dazed and disoriented, Sandi tried to regain a grasp on her real life. She saw that they were pulling into the parking lot of a restaurant.

Sandi realized that she would have to separate from the stranger’s, from Terrance’s, gorgeous manhood while they ate.

Sandi missed it’s heat and reassuring presence already. My goodness she was wet! Her hips swiveled without any friction as she walked. She shivered delicately as she walked beside her husband, holding his hand.

The only booth in the restaurant was in a dark, back corner. Her husband lead them straight to it, then excused himself to “use the facilities”.

Sandi slid in, and around to the back. Terrance slid in on one side and Jason the other. She was now between them on the curved, smooth, leather-covered booth. Terrance immediately put his arm around her and pulled her mouth to his. For reasons that she did not understand she allowed his tongue to caress her own as his hands again found her wanton wetness.

“Spread your legs for me baby, I need to feel my fingers inside you while we have a chance!”

Sandi could not believe her own lustful actions as she parted her thighs to permit his digital intrusions.

Terrance’s fingers slid around her panty then filled her with their exquisite, long thickness. His kiss intensified and she found herself grasping his thick erection through his shorts as well.

How had that happened? ‘What has come over me?’ she wondered as she allowed herself to be exposed right in the restaurant, by a stranger.

Another set of hands began to grope her body, pulling her tiny little dress down and exposing her plump steely-nippled breasts. The strong hands found her hard nipples and tugging at them as her own hand was caressing Terrance’s huge endowment.

Through a haze of desire, Sandi realized that Jason, her husband’s boss, was also taking advantage of her wanton vulnerability.

Terrance knew it too. “Let Jason enjoy your body too baby, so he won’t fire your Danny, OK?” Terrance added another thick finger to her squirming delight. “Take your panties off so we can both enjoy that sweet wet needy pussy of yours baby!” Sandi was shocked at her own actions as she pressed her own sexy little lacey panties down her thighs and then pulled her elegant tiny little feet through them. As she looked down, she was shocked to comprehend that both her perky plump breasts were on full display to anyone looking their way. When she settled back down onto the leather seat of the booth, the coolness against her wetness made her gasp, and shiver.

Terrance’s eyes devoured her beauty. “God you are one sexy gorgeous little slut baby!”

He had called her a slut! She blushed bright red as she realized that she was acting exactly like a slut. In fact, at this very moment, she WAS a slut. Only a slut would allow a stranger, and her husband’s boss, to nearly undress her and toy with her body in a public place while her husband could return at any second.

Terrance smiled sweetly at her. “GOD! I just HAVE to feel your cunt on my cock, come sit on my lap while your husband is gone. Ride my pole for just a few seconds so you can feel him inside you, so you can feel what you will enjoy all night tonight! Let me get my dick out and let’s try each other on for size honey!” He rustled around under the table, then smiled at her.

Terrance picked her up as if she were a small child and sat her on his lap. “Guide him into you baby!” He again picked her up and held her in the air expectantly.

Sandi knew that if her husband walked up to the table right now, her marriage would be over.

Turned on beyond anything she had experienced in her life, Sandi looked down to see her hand grasping the most magnificent member she could ever have imagined. Like an automaton she held it under her opening as Terrance slowly, deliberately lowered her down onto his magnificence.

Sandi carefully guided it until it began to press her apart. His slick cock head and her body were so wet, so lubricated from their own excitement that his dark wet head parted her easily. As he lowered her slowly, she could feel his wonderfully sized member reshaping her very core.




Opportunity Taken - 4 - Deep Discoveries
Copyright Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom 2007

When Sandi was sure that Terrance’s immensity surely HAD to be totally ensconced within her body, she opened her eyes, managing to look down, only to discover that only his half glans had penetrated her body. She heard herself inexplicably moan in a strange mixture of disappointment and apprehension.

Suddenly the sound of the door to the men’s restroom opening announced the end of their little experimentation. Terrance chuckled disappointedly, as did Jake. Terrance lifted Sandi off the head of his member and sat her back down on the U-shaped seat of the booth between the two handsome men as Sandi recovered her perky little breasts with her slinky dress.

The leather seat felt cold and uncaring. Her body ached to experience more of her tormentor’s touches, her would-be lover’s caresses and domination.

Their waitress arrived at the same time that Sandi’s husband arrived back at the booth. The other three ordered while Danny hastily scanned the menu. They all ordered something quick.

Danny then headed back to the restroom, his hands clutching his stomach, obviously having some sort of gastric distress.

Terrance utilized Danny’s renewed absence to kiss Sandi deeply, his dark hands freely caressing her breasts and genitals as he continued to have his way with her supple little white body.

Sandi could not understand what sort of hold the tall, well-built, handsome man had over her. She would no more have allowed another man to do these things to her than cut off her own finger. Until tonight! Yet here she was, a stranger’s, albeit an incredibly handsome stranger’s, hands touching her without apology anywhere he wanted to.

And Sandi LOVED it. But at the same time she felt guilt and shame as she allowed this strange man to have his prurient way with her. She willed herself to make him stop. Then her brain reminded her that her own husband had nervously, urgently urged her to allow him to do whatever he wanted so that her husband would not get fired. The look on his face was pleading, scared, trusting.

She desperately wanted to have their first darling little baby. And they had recently purchased the beautiful Porsche, their perfect new house, and then of course all the appliances, and her new clothes, . . . . . the list was endless. If Danny lost his job, the consequences would be disastrous for them!

Their food arrived, causing Terrance to disengage, just before Danny returned from the restroom.

A worried Sandy watched her husband push his food around his plate, rather than eat it. Sandy was sure he was having a hard time not losing his stomach.

After they had eaten, Danny hurriedly tossed his keys to his wife and explained, with as much dignity as he could muster, that he would meet them at the car after he went back to the men’s room one more time. His face was flushed and pained as he hobbled off, obviously trying not to soil himself as he hurried along.

Terrance and Jake slid out of the booth then held their arm out for Sandi to take as she stood up. Her wetness had lubricated her delectable little bare pussy’s slide across the leather of the seat.

Sandi took both men’s arms, smiling self-consciously at the waitress as the two handsome men escorted her toward the front of the restaurant. Their waitress looked at the trio, Sandi with her cheeks flushed with excitement, and the two hunks that were escorting her. The waitress’s eyes scanned to Sandi’s obvious nipples, then the bulges that the men were sporting, then back to Sandy’s flushed face.

“Damn girl! You going to be able to handle all that meat?” the waitress smirked.

Sandi turned violet with embarrassment. Her eyes dropped to the floor as they walked by the waitress.

“Hey you three! I get off at ten tonight, call me if you need any help!” The waitress giggled uproariously as she watched the trio walk out the front door.




Back at the car, Jake crawled reluctantly into the back seat. Terrance then sat down and held his hand out to Sandi, assisting her onto his lap. Once seated, Terrance closed the door, then told Sandi to raise up.

Not questioning why, Sandi did as she was instructed. Terrance shifted his magnificence then waited for her to lower her body back onto his dark erection.

Terrance’s aim was true. Once again a surprised Sandi found her body stretching and straining to accommodate Terrance’s enviable pole. Her body, still wet, and having been stretched a bit in the restaurant, accommodated his girth more easily, until she had sunk about an inch onto him. She could take no more without assistance.

Jake groaned in need as he watched Terrance’s thickness slowly disappear into the white woman, the wife of his subordinate.

As Sandi’s husband opened the driver’s side door, she barely got her dress back down around her thighs and delectable little bum before Danny slid into the driver’s seat. Her husband quickly inserted the key, started the sports car, and rocketed out of the parking lot.

He drove fast, knowing he had only a few minutes to reach the next restroom.

He did NOT know that every bounce and jolt drove his client’s huge black cock further and further into his naïve, sexy, excited, fertile wife’s tight little white, married pussy. He could not see his wife’s face as it melted into the blissful veneer of a woman approaching mind blowing orgasm.