Category Archives: Without Apology

Commentary, views and observations by Publisher, Jeffrey Bennett

Get Off My Lawn!

It’s the morning of January 11, 2009. I saw a movie last night, and today I feel like the main character in the film. Walter is a veteran of the Korean War, just buried his wife of 45 years, has no relationship with his two grown, married sons, and doesn’t know his grandchildren – all of who are waiting for him to croak, so that can get what’s theirs – or his. He hates, ‘Zipperhead’s, ‘Gook’s, ‘Slopes’ and ‘Buddha-heads’. He has no tolerance for most ethnic peoples – including 3 ‘spooks,’ with whom he has an altercation, while defending his next door neighbor – a ‘Gook.’ I didn”t sleep well.

The year is 1972, and life was simpler for my wife and I. We lived in a small, third-story walk-up at the far Northern border of Chicago, in Roger’s Park just before the bend that took us past Calvary Cemetery leading into Evanston. Our bedroom window overlooked the parking lot of the next complex, with a view of a beach the shore of Lake Michigan. Each weekend, we could go down to the beach, and the Hare Krishna’s always had a pot of free ‘veggie stew’ to offer. They had taken over a massive old apartment building called “The Yacht Club,” which was at the south end of the beach. Later that year, we bought our first home.  Continue reading

Seventeen Years and No More Counting

The Purge is nearly 93% complete…

July 24, 2001: The Federal Observer was launched – a mere seven weeks before the tragedy of September of that year.

At that time, few websites of our type existed and there was a tremendous amount of gifted writings to be seen. Somehow we were able to draw from some amazingly unique and talented writers. Many have moved on to what are now BIGGER and maybe better blogs. And far too many of those who became good friends have passed on into the next life. Still others continue to submit their work to Kettle Moraine Publications for posting.

With 17 years of this publication behind us, and 24 years of short-wave, satellite and Network broadcasting behind us, the question comes to me each day – “What difference have we really made?”

I fear, not enough – other than with individual people and/or families. OH – in conjunction with my friend, retired commercial airline pilot, Dennis Jackson – we co-authored a petition, which was posted three days after 9/11 calling for the rearming of commercial airline pilots once more (a regulation which had expired during the same month as the launching of our web-site). The petition went viral on The Federal Observer, and later was carried onto the floor of both houses of the United States Congress – one by then Representative Ron Paul, the other by then Senator Bob Smith. What began with two guys from Arizona (and not supported one bit by the NRA or Gun Owners of America), was passed into Law and signed as such by President George W. Bush.

I should have let it go once we accomplished that, but…

Within a matter of weeks, Federal Observer will be turning the lights out.

In the words of the fictional character, John Coffey in the movie, “The Green Mile,”

I am afraid that there is nothing that any of us can do to change what Coffee felt.

To each of our long time contributors, I want to express my greatest appreciation for all that you have done or attempted to do to awaken a dying nation (Empire) for all of these years. I know that many of you will not give up – and neither will I. I will just be doing it in a different manner. Soon I will be opening a personal Blog, but included within it – will be links provided for each of you who currently maintain your own blogs.

The goal of this new venture, will be for my own writings and musings, however there will be a section within, where I will be bringing over a small sampling of writings from the Federal Observer – each of them timeless and worthy of keeping said columns out there – most of them from those whose names are listed below.

I want to first pay homage to my co-Editor for the first 10 years of publication – a brilliant writer and amazing graphic artist in his own right ~ Louis Turner, who assisted in posting over 80,000 columns during that first decade and sometimes we did 30 to 40 columns per day – without pay. Since then, Louis has done the art work on most of the book covers for books published by Kettle Moraine Publications. A gratified ‘cawinky-dink‘ to you old friend.

I will not attempt to post names in alphabetical order here, nor is the order meant to place preference or fondness for one writer’s work over another, but once again – my heartfelt thanks goes out to…

I know that there are more whom I have forgotten – both living and deceased, but it’s late – later than we think.

The Federal Observer website will remain on line for a while longer, as we prepare the transition to the new endeavor, but you’ll note – that the Purge is nearly complete. Within two weeks – we’ll have a link on board directing readers to our new project, which will be more of a personal blog – but with a few surprises. If you have a blog or site of your own, please insure that you provide me with the correct address so that we may make a link available for our readers.

Without Apology,

I’ll see you at Sundown.

Life was good… I was 10: Jazz on a Summer’s Day (1958)

It’s summer time and I am back home at Coleridge – the place of my birth and my first three years on earth. Uncle Charlie and I are sitting on the grass listening to the (1957) World Series Champions battle it out for another National League pennant. Milwaukee County Stadium was only about an hour away, but we sat on the grass – getting bit by the ants.

Across the country, something else was taking place – something that I was not aware of, even though I knew of many of the “players” and singers. I was introduced to music at an early age – and seven decades later it is still an important part of my sanity.

Tonight – I struck ‘Gold’ – and wasn’t even looking for it. How simple life was back then. How beautiful, enjoyable and exciting – oh – and the America’s Cup trials were beautiful to watch as well.

THIS is our history. Enjoy a Summer’s Day from long ago.

Oh, and the Milwaukee Braves lost to the the New York Yankees in the World Series that Fall.

See you at Sundown…

Jeffrey Bennett

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In Remembrance…

IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. Continue reading

A Whiter Shade of Stupid

January 26, 2009The subject matter of this column alone, should draw the attention of the NAACP, the KKK, Abe Foxman, Morris Dees, and a sundry of other ‘special interest’ idiots. Do a ‘Google’ search on the term, “white identity”, and 5,780,000 links will pop up, many articles, blogs and columns being ‘racist’ in nature. It seems that it’s ok to identify with ‘black identity,’ or ‘red identity,’ or ‘Mexican identity,’ or what ever – and that’s ok – but DO NOT identify one’s self as being white – ’cause you ain’t right!

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America’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave

The following was published on the Eve of the 2016 Presidential Election. It is worth the look back at this time. It would seem that we were well ahead of the curve here. See you at Sundown my friends. The Darkness approaches…. ~ J.B.

santafetrailmasseyhanging“I am only walking as God fore-ordained I should walk. All my actions, even the folly leading to this disaster, were decreed to happen long ages before this world began. But I cannot remember a night so dark as to have hindered the coming days, or a storm so furious as to prevent the return of warm sunshine in the country at peace. I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land can never be purged away but with blood. I let them hang me. I forgive them and may God forgive them, for they know not what they do.” ~ Raymond Massey as John Brown, Santa Fe Trail, Warner Bros. Pictures, 1940
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June 5, 1968: ‘Is everybody OK?

Before the shots rang out…

12:15 a.m. (PDT); June 5, 1968: I was waiting in a holding barracks for the order to embark. Several hours earlier as I sat on a bunk bed I began to write a letter to Carole. I wrote to her regarding what I was seeing on the faces of many of my cohorts also waiting for the order – fear, trepidation, concern – and I guess that some didn’t even care.

Shortly after midnight, the word came on the radio that Robert F. Kennedy had been shot at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles after a campaign speech. It shook me hard that night for several reason. Bobby Kennedy had announced his running for the Office of the Presidency on April 1 of that year. Three days later, April 4 – Martin Luther King was assassinated. This was a tough way for a 20 year old to enter a war. Continue reading

Dustoff Medic Remembers Vietnam

On this day in 1968, some ten years after I sat in a bank in Mukwonago, Wisconsin – where I purchased my first silver coins out of a bag in a Vault – I landed in Viet Nam where I would experience a twenty-one month long adventure – one that would guide me for the next half century. Although I was not a Medic – I flew along side them on each flight that I participated in – as a ‘Patient Protector’ and assisted them in many  of their medical procedures – including one particular flight where we were transporting a wounded enemy combatant to a hospital – he grabbed for the Medic’s sidearm once too often, and thus the ‘patient’ learned to fly – from a 3,000 foot altitude. No apologies here – not even to this day so many decades later.

The following is a personal commentary of one of my Brothers. ~ J. B.
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A ‘King’ for a KING…

One of my favorite videos – of the best piece of music ever performed by Elvis Presley. I was going through  a page on Facebook about an hour ago, and the discussion of Presley came up. I had to post the following, and then reading through the viewer comments, what follows the video was well worth the read. I await the end of my Trials. Enjoy. ~ Ed.

As a son of The South, Elvis Presley well knew that “Dixie” is more than a lovely song; it was an anthem of The South and of the Confederate side of The Civil War. Likewise he well knew that The Battle Hymn of the Republic was an anthem of The Union, those who were ready to “die to make men free,” an anthem despised by Southerners (then and now). It was no accident that Elvis created this trilogy, and his meaning is clear. “All our trials will soon be over” when the triumph of the truth is acknowledged and the victory of righteousness is accepted. Elvis was the embodiment of the cultural blending of white and black American culture, a blending that is an important part of America’s greatness. In “The Trilogy” he makes his feelings clear: he loves The South, he is of The South, and he also sees that the victory of true equality for all Americans is The Truth that shall keep marching on in glory. So Elvis was delivering a strong message of reconciliation and racial equality by making the triumphant climax of the song, not Dixie, but The Battle Hymn of The Republic. ~ Rebob Bob

Preface: In the Garden of Eden

“Write drunk; edit sober.” – Ernest Hemingway

~ Preface ~
The Vietnam War in picture 03February 15, 1968 – Being the Chef, bartender and janitor at the off-post Officer and NCO club near the North Point, Germany home of the 619th Ordinance unit, I was cleaning up the club after the monthly combined wives club luncheon, when Holroyd informed me that I had a call from Division Headquarters which I needed to take. It was Frank (our former Company clerk) telling me that my tour of duty was nearly at an end, and asked how many days leave I wanted to take in the States. I told him that I had no desire to return home, “What’s up?” The answer was the one, which most of us dreaded at that time. TET had taken its toll that month in Viet Nam, and I was being called up. “Oh shit,” I thought to myself, but, what the hell? – I was ready for a new adventure anyway. After all – it was easy in the movies, wasn’t it, John Wayne and all? I told Frank that I would take 45 days and began to make my preparations. Continue reading

In the Garden of Eden: A Tribute… and thanks

~ Forewords ~
Several years ago on a reunion trip with several of my cohorts from the rice paddies, the boys went out for lunch, while I stayed behind at the hotel in Newport, California to make some notes and write a bit of remembrance. The three of us had spoken for several years about collaborating on a book about our time together over ‘there’ – but I began to realize that both of the guys were bullshit artists, and really had no desire to follow through, and so I decided to write a preface – to what I hope would become my story about the twenty-one months I spent in the Far East – VietNam. What came out of that several hours of peace, can be read HERE. I would highly recommend that you read it before you continue… but – at your discretion…

As for now – we pick up where we left off… ~ Jeffrey Bennett, Publisher and Veteran
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Do you believe?

There are times late at night and in the wee small hours of the morning, that I return to this song. It has great meaning to me. Whether you are a fan of country music or not – this video has to move you. We all had an ‘Old Man Wrigley’ in our life. Me? I have Granny. ~ J.B.

I raise my hands, bow my head
I’m finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there’s more to life than just what i can see

…of greater importance!

July 24, 2001 – the day that Federalobserver.com was launched. Much has transpired in these nearly seventeen years – and little of it has been good – maybe other than the births of my two eldest granddaughters and the acceptance of the older granddaughter by Arizona State University into the Bio-Medical Engineering program , and yet…

The Federal Observer has limped along these past many years, declining from its high of 6 million (yeah – that magic number) views per month beginning shortly after 9/11. There were few web-sites of its type around then – they are a dime a dozen today – each one copying the other. Continue reading

The Heart of the Problem

It matters not what the problems of the nation are – illegal immigration, gun (read, “people“) control, employment, abortion, health, education, welfare or anyone of a hundred or a thousand different issues – the problems will NEVER be resolved by those who we have been repeatedly sending over back to Washington, D.C. – some of them for many decades. Continue reading

I have been away…

For those regular readers of the Kettle Moraine Publications family of web-sites/Blogs – whatever you wish to call them you’ll note that with one exception, Metropolis Café we have been away for several weeks. Have we been fishing? In a round-about way, I guess so – but not for my usual desirable ‘catch’ – that is only for a past life. I’ll not bore you today with what I have been up to, other than to say it has also affected my daily broadcasts. I have been on extended hiatus there as well. I will return to the airwaves soon, however consider the following… Continue reading

First came September 11, 2001, and then…

Victory!: It’s a Good Day to Die

“In the beginning of a change, the Patriot is a scarce man and brave, hated, and scorned. When his cause succeeds, however, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a Patriot.” ~ Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)

If the Heavenly Father should choose to call me home this day, no one can say that I haven’t been involved with the fight. And on this day, we have come out the victor in a major battle with the United States of America, Inc., for by this hour on Thursday night, the United States Senate voted in favor of Senate Bill (SB) 2554, commonly known as Arming Pilots Against Terrorism and Cabin Defense Act of 2002.

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All Praise Osteen the Profit

Singing ‘Amen and Hallelujah’ to the Electric Company

I have watched this story all week long and it makes me sick. I’ll not recant the saga – if you don’t know it by now – you never will. Yet this morning, I went to one of my normal trap lines and came across the Divine Profit Osteen’s * latest variation on his story of turning away people from his Lakewood Church in Houston – people who were seeking safety.

Oh – you’ll want to see the complete photo essay that accompanies the written word. God knows Houston can handle this. Oy Vey!

And it all reminded me of the circus surrounding Jake and Elwood you know – the Blues Brothers!

* Reference to the not so-good ‘Profit’ – not the Prophet.

It’s finally happening, BUT…

What will be the Consequences?

Since President Trump (it’s nice for the first time in over eight years to be able to say that word, ‘President‘) signed his Executive Order dealing with the blockage of ‘refugees’ from 7 Nations – all hell seems to have broken loose… and it’s about time, BUT…

Deportations which have been getting swept under the rug for years, if not decades are beginning to happen, yet no thanks to the 9th Circuit Court – unvetted, questionable individuals are being allowed to not only enter the country, but to come and go as they please. Who are they? What are they? What do they represent? What do they REALLY want? Continue reading

Dedication

As I near the end of my sixth decade in this life, I continue to look back in awe of all of the many changes which have occurred – not just in my lifetime – but throughout history. History… something that is no longer dealt with to any degree of honesty in this nation – especially in the public education system. When did it all begin to change? When was TRUTH removed from our system? It may have left the system – but it has not left me.

I look back at my (somewhat) formative years, and to this day I can still remember the names of over 90% of my teachers. Those who I cannot remember, obviously had little impact on me. Some were neighbors, others became tutors to me in troubled areas – long after they were no longer a part of my daily life, and still others I met some years later, and were surprised that I could actually instruct them. But as with many of us, there is always one…

It was 1958 and that year I attended the Crestwood Elementary School in Northbrook, Illinois. It was this one fortuitous year that I would receive the greatest gift of my ‘formal’ education – a year to remember for many reasons – chiefly among them was my teacher – Donald Adair… [Continue to the Metropolis Café}

The Desire for Change….

With today’s offerings – I return to the issue, which angers me the most – the intentional  invasion and ultimate destruction of this Nation.

The following five offerings (the first since returning from my ‘fishing’ trip) were a part of my broadcast, Life, Liberty & All That Jazz on December 19, 2016.

If I had one single issue, which I could address each and every day – the Invasion of America would be that subject – and with it – the desire for change… Not only the change of taking America back from those who have sold us out, but the name of this website.

For those of you who served “in Country” back in the 1960’s and 70’s – you (‘no Dinky Dau’) will understand the meaning of my desire for change…

The development of a brand new website, called: didiMau.com, which translates loosely into…

Get the phuock outta here!

But for now – you’ll need to continue to find our commentary on this issue posted within the pages of the Federal Observer.