Category: Military

Scam at the Fringes

I remember many years ago reading a newspaper, when there was still some actual journalism happening and not propaganda, about some people who were arrested for a unique scam. In the scam, if I remember right some bankers and or accountants set up a scam in which they shaved fractions of cents off of financial transactions which in large transactions or spread over a huge amount of transactions and deposited these fractions of cents were deposited into bank accounts controlled by the scammers. At first glance one would not think that would amount to a whole lot of money but since I am an engineer and work with numbers I will provide an easy example. Let me state that these are not the actual figures of the scam but for the sake of this argument I am presenting a simplified example.

Say for instance one is brokering a $1,000,000 transaction in which their firm charges a 10% commission. That means the brokerage firm that the accountants and bankers work with will get a $100,000 commission. If say, for instance, 1/10th of a cent is shaved digitally during the transaction of the commissions then if a penny is 1/100 of a dollar then 1/10th of the 1/100th means 1/1000th of the $100,000 is shaved or $100 is shaved. From this I say ok, no big deal, a hundred dollars will fill two of my cars up with gas with some left over to get a weeks’ worth of groceries. Please do not get me wrong I would not be happy losing the $100 but compared to the overall transaction the $100 is actually 1/10,000 of the original $1,000,000.

Where this scam becomes interesting is when there are many separate and un related transactions occurring in which this 1/10th of a cent is shaved and collected into this account or several accounts controlled by the same group of scammers. In the United States I am sure there are more than hundreds of millions if not billions of transactions happening on any given day. For the sake of this argument let’s say a $100 million dollars is transacted and 1/10,000 or this $100 million is $10,000. If a billion dollars is transacted in a day 1/10,000 of the one billion is $100,000. Now we are looking at some serious money that was made in a single day by shaving off the edges of the hundreds if not thousands of financial transactions occurring without anyone really noticing for a significant length of time. The malfeasance and illegal activity of the conspirators did not attract the notice of regulators and law enforcement for significant amount of time.

Why do I bring this scam up on a blog dedicated to the Constitution you may ask? Well, I will answer your question, it is because I cannot get this scam out of my head observing the events of the past months that have culminated with the election this past week. Specifically, the calls by the press and Democrats asking for proof of election fraud and making statements that there is no wide spread voter fraud. When I began to hear of this the previous mentioned fraud was the first thought that came to mind. Number one there is increasing evidence of election fraud. This is substantiated by the fact the numbers of people beginning to sign affidavits to the fact that they witnessed fraud, coercion, and lack of transparency belies this fact.

Secondly, I would like to posit that there may be wide spread and organized fraud hid in plain sight. Hid in plain sight similar to the fraud committed by bankers, computer programmers, and accountants in the scam I mentioned. It is just too convenient that a voter machine switched votes from President Trump to Joe Biden in Michigan that would not have been caught had it not switched a traditionally Republican district and someone actually looked into the switch. It is my understanding that this machine is used in over thirty states and let us say for instance 1/10,000 of the votes were switched to Joe Biden. Would anyone notice?

To imagine a scenario in which 30 states has this happen and 140 million people total in the country voted. If 3/5 of the states have this machine this would mean 3/5 of 140 million people is 84 million people. If 1/10,000 of these 84 million votes were switched this would mean 8,400 votes were switched and no one would notice. If 1/1,000 of the votes were switched this would mean 84,000 votes were switched and no one would notice because they are spread over thirty states and multiple counties. In this election there are more than thirty states who used this machine and in states with large populations.

Now, we have in some of the large cities controlled by Democratic Party machines where there are allegations of so many different types of fraud and we can see that taken each type of fraud individually it does not appear to include large significant numbers that could change the outcome of the election. You know the argument that 10 votes here and a 100 votes there will not be enough to change the election.

What bothers me is like the scam I presented below we may not be looking at the forest because looking at only the 10 votes here and the 100 votes there we are just looking at trees. These 10 votes here, 100 votes there, 12,500 votes dumped overnight in a counting center, 4,500 votes flipped by a computer program written by a company with definite managerial ties to prominent Democrat politicians, who knows how many votes counted without Republicans able to verify a legal count, states changing laws to benefit mail in ballots which are subsequently counted without signature verification without observation, states Attorney General’s changing signature verification requirements, a complicit Twitter, Facebook, Amazon and mainstream media, COVID and it becomes easy to see that there is a pattern. A pattern in which suddenly, to me, it becomes plausible and within the realm of reason that the criminal Democratic Party organization could be pulling of a massive fraud against our country. This vote is so close that all of these seemingly unconnected “small” events could add up and that we of the United States are being duped and having our freedoms being stolen from us in broad daylight.

I do not accept the results of this election as it stands at this moment. This apparent fraud must be investigated and shown to not be fraud for me to accept the results. Do I expect the DOJ to open a RICO Investigation? No, I would imagine there is a snow ball’s chance in Hawaii of that happening. I notice the press is ramping up their reporting of the COVID spike on the heels of the COVID immunization announcement. States are beginning to shut down again and I cannot help but be cynical that the political class is using COVID yet again to shut down large public gatherings as opposition to the election results grows.

Now I hear calls to just accept the elections and agree that changing the voting process needs to happen from conservative sources. What?!?!? No! This is the type of acquiescing that has gotten us into this situation. Do you think the Democrat Socialists will allow the voting process to be changed in a way that disfavors them? It will be uncomfortable to stand up to the thugs, crooks, and bullies. Let me tell you that it was not comfortable for me to train, go and live in Afghanistan wearing my countries uniform. To you conservatives who want to just throw in the towel I say grow some fortitude because if you do not my time in the military for nothing!!!

Random Musings 9.4.20

Once again it is time for some Twitter (for those with a litigious bent there is a trademark symbol just after the “r” in the previous word) like random musings from the mind of a quiet, unassuming, at least in my own opinion, person observing the ramblings, rumblings and revelations in the media. Additionally, it appears that Twitter would most likely censor what I have to say any way and Facebook certainly would censor what I have to say.

I had to laugh at Richard Grenell dressing down the reporter at today’s press briefing ostensibly held to discuss the Serbian Kosovo discussions and each establishing diplomatic relations with Israel. Mr. Grenell, I remember what was happening over there more than two decades ago and I agree with you that this is a big deal. A bigger deal than sadly many understand.

I was disturbed by a conversation between someone my age and youngsters who are the product of my states public school education and one a graduate of my local state university. In the conversation the college graduate kept repeating the typical left leaning talking points. Asking myself where they learned this as I know they did not learn these points growing up I can only surmise that it came from the schools they have attended. Taking this a step further I can see, first had, that something needs to be done to our institutions of learning.

Watching Fox last I was struck my Tucker Carlson pointing out the groups who have been endorsed by members of Congress and several in Hollywood. I have to wonder if there are legal repercussions that can be brought to bear on these left wing hate groups? Specifically, can the businesses who have been destroyed as a result of the violence fomented by these groups bring suit for civil penalties against these groups? Additionally, could criminal charges be brought against some of these groups and their donors for the violence fomented and what to me are seditious actions?

I never have really liked the articles that have started reading in The Atlantic in the past. Now I guess I will never try reading another article in the rag. I cannot believe the article saying President Trump said disparaging things about veterans was vetted by the DNC. Hmmm, do you think this may have been a side swiping politically motivated article? To me what The Atlantic reported something more like what Hillary Clinton or Perhaps Mrs. Pelosi might say. Hair? Give me a break.

In Rememberance (Originally Posted May 2015)

I drove into work it not being unlike any other day as of late.  Wake up, take care of the chickens, eat breakfast with my family, clean up, and get into my truck.  The main difference being that as soon as I sat down at my desk in the office newly provided to me upon my return from a sense of foreboding overcame me.  I had reached for and pushed the button to turn my computer on and I suddenly remembered what I had read less than twenty four hours earlier on this same machine resting on the desk in my own little private enclave.  In the time it took to blink my eyes my chest tightened, my stomach knotted, and a familiar cold hyper awareness of my surroundings took over my body and consciousness.  While the screen displayed its blinking hourglass I asked myself, “Do I really want to look at the news?  Do I want to read about the faraway place that I had left a mere five months earlier?  Wouldn’t it just be easier and potentially less painful to just ignore the news and go about my business as if nothing happened halfway around the world?”

Yesterday, like any other day, in the morning I had answered phone calls, made phone calls, answered email, wrote emails, and did the best I could to advance the three projects that I had been working on for my employer.  I would be telling a tale if I were to say it was anything but tedious for me considering they were not unlike many of the other previous projects that I had worked with only names and the desired outcomes being different. 

I had taken to eating my lunch at my desk not only to save money since I brought lunch with me from home but to avoid the crowds, noise, and bustle at the eateries located around my office. This time also afforded me the opportunity to browse the internet keeping up with news and happening around the world. In particular, I always kept an eye out for any news from the place that I had only recently spent nearly eleven months of my life serving my country thus staying up to date.  Only, now when I read of the news from this far away land that I had originally read about nearly thirty five years earlier it was no longer an abstract place for me but a real one of sites, noises, smells, emotions, and memories.

I had seen many headlines from this country, and I had read these stories with detached emotion recalling some of the place names and even some of the places themselves.  Though for obvious reasons to me, many many specifics were left out of these stories and so I could only imagine the full details.  This day, however, came the news that three people were killed in an attack in Afghanistan’s the capitol city of Kabul.  Two of my fellow countrymen and the other from a country allied with my country had lost their lives.  Three killed in an attack perpetuated by a people who were willing to kill themselves in a manner calculated to instill terror. 

In my office I was asking myself, “where did this attack take place and will I get enough information to satisfy the pressing curiosity rapidly blossoming inside of me?”.  Now in a sort of coordinated rapid fire movement between my eyes, fingers, and mind I was clicking open, reading, and digesting all the accounts that had been posted from the far away land’s capitol.  Yet again two of my countrymen, one military and one civilian, and one soldier from an allied country were attacked near my country’s embassy on the road to the airport.  Not only that but the attack was near a base used by my country.  I saw photos from a distance of smoke from the attack and immediately recognized the building to the left of the smoke. 

Safely in my office in the United States my breathing slowed, my focus narrowed, and I was no longer in the office but rather I felt the rhythmic pulse a helicopter I was riding in.  A memory came back and the narrow valley I was flying in was giving way to the vast bowl ringed by mountains inhabited by the far away country’s capitol city.  Directly ahead of me flew the other helicopter in our party and the sprawl of the capitol stretched out ahead and to both sides.  A capitol city that essentially is an ancient and modern intersection with roads leading from it going to the north, south, east, and west.  In my peripheral vision the machine guns hung out of the helicopter I rode in and like quills they stuck out of the flying vessel in front of me. I could look to the north and see where we were going and the map of the city in my mind overlaid with the reality below.  Back in my office in the United States my mind grasped the enormity of the city and yet I could pinpoint the exact location of the attack on the map I had mentally recalled in my mind as I had not to recently driven through that section of the capitol so many times.

 Once again, I was aware of my breathing and this time on the ground in Kabul at the exact location of the mark on the map that I had mere seconds earlier recalled.  I could see the intersection whose current incarnation consisted of a large roundabout with a hub in the middle and roads leading out of the hub like spokes on a wheel.  An intersection that invading armies from the north, east, and west had crossed countless times in their reach to conquests beyond this land.  An intersection that numerous merchants had crossed plying their wares and spices going back centuries if not millennia. An intersection that had been fought only recently for control of by warring tribes from within the country itself.  An intersection that continued to be an intersection of death.

A sculpture rises out of the hub in the center of the roundabout honoring a recent native general and the armored sports utility vehicle I am riding in has broken down.  In the corner of my eye I can see the building in the picture immediately to my left.  We are piling out of the vehicle and moving to the vehicle in front while a tow strap is connected from the lead vehicle to the broken down vehicle that I had been in.  In a matter of seconds, the ladies in burqas scurry past and I notice many eyes turning in our direction. Some of the eyes clothed in the countries traditional garb and some clothed in the countries national police uniform.  Some of them armed and some of them not armed. I am instantly aware of the location of my weapon and the exact location of the members of my traveling party as I get into the lead vehicle which is now physically tethered to the broken down vehicle. We pull away and all eyes in and next to the intersection are fixated upon us.  That and I see more of the local police starting to file out of their check post to the right of the intersection in front of my country’s embassy.

Just as suddenly as I became aware of the helicopters and remembered the vehicle breakdown, I heard the occupant of the office across the hall from me in a lively conversation on his telephone.  Back to my computer screen I asked, “Do I know any of the people killed in the attack?”  The facts read on my computer screen tell me that one of the dead was a civilian from my country and the two military killed were one from my country and the other from the allied country.  I thought to myself, “They could easily have been working from the same location that I had been working so few months before”.  I again ask myself, “Are there any names? “Then I have to remind myself, “No, it is still too soon after the attack for the names to be released.” At this point I could do nothing but say a silent prayer for the souls of those who had left us.

Back to this morning, my computer finishes booting and despite my work calling me the call of news from the faraway place is stronger.  In a matter of several clicks I opened the news and see the headlines that the identities of the service members have been released.  I hesitated for a moment, yet again, knowing that I would open the article.  It was as if bracing myself emotionally unlike any other time I had read about events from that place.  A double click later and I read the names and sticking out amongst the three was the name of a man who I had five months earlier bid a “good luck” to on my way out.  A man who I had smoked a cigar with and who had slept in the same building I had.  A man who I would see in passing at work and who was nearly the same height as me.  A man who left behind a wife of eighteen years and three children.  A wife who was now a widow and three children who would never see their dad again.

On this Memorial Day I say thank you to all who have given their lives and may all your soul’s rest in peace.

The Vietnam Veteran: The Forgotten Generation of American Patriots (Originally Posted on Veteran’s Day 2018)

When I was young, I started out in the work force and considering I was born when the Vietnam War was in its heyday, I could not help but find myself working along many Vietnam War veterans. In the eighties at a time that the end of the Vietnam War was slightly over a decade in the past. I can remember a gentleman who hid a beer can inside a hallowed out seven up can and could not get through the day without a couple of beers. I learned later that he had gone out on a patrol and was the only survivor of his squad. Another gentleman picked up a stick and within two days carved out a k bar knife in excruciating detail. He had been a US Navy SEALS and did not talk too much about what he did, but he did share a couple of telling items. The first was a story was about being dropped off in Seattle after his enlistment. In the story he was in a bar and someone called him a baby killer. He said within seconds he had the person on the ground and was about to tear the guys throat out when someone pulled him off. In retrospect how grateful he did not kill that man. The other about how one of his teammates had gone completely off the grid somewhere in the Northern California woods and would only talk with his Vietnam team mates. Yet another gentleman that I worked with woke up at 4:00 every morning to take care of farm animals before coming into work for a long day of sometimes manual labor. His eyes would at times go far away and mist up. He had been in the US Army Special Forces and he did not talk about what he had done or saw.

Moving forward slightly over a half a decade later I worked with a gentleman who had served in Cambodia and Laos in the US Marine Corp. He too almost killed someone when he returned home because he had been spat on. This, of course, was in California. He credited the Marine Corp with getting him some psychological help that calmed him down. He made the comment that if he had not been on active duty at the time and had not received the treatment, he probably would have killed someone and ended up in prison.  Later in life, when I was preparing to go to Afghanistan, a gentleman that I had met as a professional insisted that he meet with me before my deployment. A person who I had known for more than ten years and had worked on several projects with confided in me that he had served as a young enlisted man in the US Marine Corp doing a tour in Vietnam. During the conversation he asked me to keep confidential that fact because the people in the industry that we were professionals in would have, in his opinion, not favored his service favorably. He too mentioned the shame that our country showed toward these returning veterans upon their return from Vietnam.

I have spoken with many Vietnam Veterans and they all seem to have had some variation of the same story.  This was the shame that was heaped upon them when they returned home. Fortunately for me many lessons were learned and upon my return from war it has been so much easier to talk about PTSD and the lingering effects of being in a war zone and etc. I thank heaven this is the case because it is not easy and it is real, speaking from personal experience, and I now have a small glimpse about what they went through upon their return and what they probably still experience. I say this because being a uniformed member of the armed services in a war zone has changed me in ways that I would have never expected.

Yesterday I went to my first Veteran’s Day parade and I must admit I was nervous about attending. For many reasons I was fearful about what my emotional response would be. I experienced a spectrum of emotions including, as previously mentioned, fear, stoic tension, anger, laughter, and relief. I will not go into details, but I am glad that I went. Next year I may even try to cajole my family along since after all they are a veteran family.

What struck me is the overwhelming majority of Vietnam Veterans in the parade. I am pumped up that some many of them are stepping up to keep the tradition alive considering what they went through upon their return and in the years afterwards. What I believe is somewhat of a lost generation of men in this country is and has found its way back into society. It saddens me that essentially some of the best years of their lives were wasted thanks to Hollywood figures such as Jane Fonda and the leftist antiwar movement demonizing the everyday soldier. However, thanks to their sacrifice I and others of my generation did not experience that. I was heartened to see one banner that essentially said though the Vietnam Veterans are the lost generation we will never leave behind another generations. They truly are living up to that and I thank them for that. Happy Veterans Day to all the veterans and their families and thanks to all for their service.