Mike Flynn, Editor in Chief, Big

I was going to do a write up about last night’s show with Mike Flynn, editor in chief of Big Government, all around nice guy with a grip on all that’s important, but show producer Dave Logan beat me to the punch.  So I’ll let him tell it…. over to you, Dave

After you’ve read the piece at ThirdWaveDave’s place, come on back, cause I’ve got a heckuva story for you.



From my friend Jo Anne:

Uncle Chuck sent this–it’s a bit raw but undoubtedly a more realistic perspective than the cleansed perspectives we are fed daily from the media and “experts.”  Most Americans are woefully ignorant of history–other than upgraded weapons, this could have been 1500 years ago.

From the Sand Pit.

It’s freezing here. I’m sitting on hard, cold dirt between rocks and
shrubs at the base of the Hindu Kush Mountains , along the Dar ‘yoi
Pomir River, watching a hole that leads to a tunnel that leads to a
cave. Stake out, my friend, and no pizza delivery for thousands of

I also glance at the area around my ass every ten to fifteen seconds
to avoid another scorpion sting.  I’ve actually given up battling the
chiggers and sand fleas, but them scorpions give a jolt like a cattle
prod. Hurts like a bastard. The antidote tastes like transmission
fluid, but God bless the Marine Corps for the five vials of it in my

The one truth the Taliban cannot escape is that, believe it or not,
they are human beings, which means they have to eat food and drink
water. That equires couriers and that’s where an old bounty hunter
like me comes in handy. I rack the couriers, locate the tunnel
entrances & storage facilities, type the info into the handheld, and
shoot the coordinates up to the satellite link that tells the air
commanders where to drop the hardware. We bash some heads for a while,
and then I track and record the new movement.

It’s all about intelligence. We haven’t even brought in the snipers
yet. These scurrying rats have no idea what they’re in for. We are but
days away from cutting off supply lines and allowing the eradication
to begin.

I dream of bin Laden waking up to find me standing over him with my
boot on his throat as I spit into his face and plunge my K-Bar through
his frontal lobe. But you know me, I’m a romantic. I’ve said it before
and I’ll say it again: This country blows, man. It’s not even a
country. There are no roads, there’s no infrastructure, there’s no
government. This is an inhospitable, rock pit shit hole ruled by
eleventh century warring tribes. There are no jobs here like we know

Afghanistan offers two ways for a man to support his family: join the
opium trade or join the army.  That’s it. Those are your options. Oh,
I forgot, you can also live in a refugee camp and eat plum-sweetened,
crushed beetle paste, and squirt mud like a goose with stomach flu, if
that’s your idea of a party. But the smell alone of those ‘tent cities
of the walking dead’ is enough to hurl you into the poppy fields to
cheerfully scrape bulbs for eighteen hours a day.

I’ve been living with these Tajiks, Uzbeks, Turkmen, and even a couple
of Pushtuns, for over a month-and-a-half now, and this much I can say
for sure: These guys, all of ’em, are Huns… actual, living Huns…
They LIVE to fight.  It’s what they do.  It’s ALL they do! They have
no respect for anything, not for their families, nor for each other,
nor for themselves.  They claw at one another as a way of life. They
play polo with dead calves and force their five-year-old sons into
human cockfights to defend the family honor. Huns, roaming packs of
savage, heartless beasts who feed on each other’s barbarism. Cavemen
with AK-47’s. Then again, maybe I’m just cranky.

I’m freezing my ass off on this stupid hill because my lap warmer is
running out of juice, and I can’t recharge it until the sun comes up
in a few hours. Oh yeah! You like to write letters, right? Do me a
favor, Bizarre. Write a letter to CNN and tell Wolf and Anderson and
that awful, sneering, pompous Aaron Brown to stop calling the Taliban
‘smart…’ They are not smart.  I suggest CNN invest in a dictionary
because the word they are looking for is ‘cunning.’ The Taliban are
cunning, like jackals, hyenas, and wolverines.  They are sneaky and
ruthless, but when confronted, cowardly. They are hateful, malevolent
parasites who create nothing and destroy everything else. Smart…
Pfft. Yeah, they’re real smart.

They’ve spent their entire lives reading only one book (and not a very
good one, as books go) and consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be
products of the devil. They’re still trying to figure out how to work
a Bic lighter. Talking to a Taliban warrior about improving his
quality of life is like trying to teach an ape how to hold a pen;
eventually he just gets frustrated and sticks you in the eye with it.

OK, enough. Snuffle will be up soon, so I have to get back to my hole.
Covering my tracks in the snow takes a lot of practice, but I’m good
at it.

Please, I tell you and my fellow Americans to turn off the TV sets and
move on with your lives. The story line you are getting from CNN and
other news agencies is utter bullshit and designed not to deliver
truth but rather to keep you glued to the screen through the
commercials. We’ve got this one under control.  The worst thing you
guys can do right now is sit around analyzing what we’re doing over
here, because you have no idea what we’re doing, and really, you don’t
want to know. We are your military, and we are doing what you sent us
here to do.

You wanna help? Buy Bonds America .

Saucy Jack

Recon Marine in Afghanistan

Semper Fi

“Freedom is not free…but the U.S. Marine Corps will pay most of your share!

By Radiopatriot

Retired Talk Radio Host, Retired TV reporter/anchor, Retired Aerospace Public Relations Mgr, Retired Newspaper Columnist, Political Activist * Telegram/Radiopatriot * Telegram/Andrea Shea King Gettr/radiopatriot * TRUTHsocial/Radiopatriot

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