Denver Colorado
May 22, 2012
Operation: BRAVE URBAN SHIELD
Type: US / NATO / Russian war game
Incident Report: 20:12 hrs 05-21-2012
Incident type; Fatal Live Fire with Multiple Fatalities
Incident Report Commander; Colonel Campbell, Richard
Incident Location; DEN, SE, Checkpoint Susan
REPORT:
Colonel Campbell; “Corporal, for the record, please state your name and rank.”
Corporal Jenkins; Jenkins, Timothy, Corporal US Army.
Colonel Campbell; “Thank you.”
Colonel Campbell; “OK, Corporal Jenkins, yesterday, shortly after 20.00 hours, there was a live fire incident at your checkpoint, please describe the events that lead up to the incident.”
Corporal Jenkins; “At approximately 20:10 hours the subject approached the checkpoint t a high rate of speed and filed to slow s he approached the checkpoint, Sir.” “The operations manual states that such failure to yield within 15 meters of a checkpoint clearly indicates a threat, Sir.”
Colonel Campbell; “OK Corporal Jenkins, but that section of the operations manual deals with motor vehicle traffic and as I understand it, this as a pedestrian who was approaching the checkpoint?”
Corporal Jenkins; “Well, …er, yes Sir, he was on foot, Sir, but he was coming up awfully fast.”
Colonel Campbell; “Well Corporal, What were the conditions like and how did the subject appear?”
Corporal Jenkins; “Well, Sir, it was raining out and about 45 degrees.” “the subject was about 6ft tall, muscular, skin-head and wearing rubber soled boots, a trench coat and gloves, again sir, the operations manual states that Neo-Nazi types may be dressed in this manner, Sir.”
Colonel Campbell; “Well Corporal, the medical examiner’s report states that the subject as a 50 year old male, balding, wearing an “Eddie Bauer” rain coat and galoshes over dress shoes… and the rain coat had a hood that as up over his head?”
Corporal Jenkins; “Well, Sir, it was raining out as I said and the subject was 45 feet away, and it was hard to see him through the bio/radiation suit hoods, what with the hood goggles fogging up and all…”
Colonel Campbell; “Well Corporal, nowhere in the logs does any order for the donning of bio/radiation suits appear, why were your men wearing their bio/radiation suits?”
Corporal Jenkins; “Well, Sir, the men weren’t wearing the whole bio/radiation suits, just the hoods, Sir.”
Colonel Campbell; “And why was that Corporal?”
Corporal Jenkins; “Well, Sir, we never did figure out the whole suits and how they were supposed to work, so we figured that the hoods alone were better than nothing, Sir.”
Colonel Campbell; “OK, Corporal, never mind that the order to don the bio/radiation suits was not yet ordered, what else about the subject caused your men to fire on the subject?
Corporal Jenkins; “Well, Sir, He was carrying a large plastic bag that may have been an explosive device.”
Colonel Campbell; “Corporal, the medical examiner’s report states that the subject was carrying a shopping bag with a store bought hot chicken dinner and a tub of macaroni & cheese as well as a loaf of French bread.” “Could your men have been mistaken about the explosive device?”
Corporal Jenkins; “Sir, Yes Sir, but it was the medium sized child he had with him, the one who’s hand he had tightly gripped in his…” “The child had this puffy like coat that might have concealed a suicide vest. That was the clincher, Sir, It really set us on edge, sir.”
Colonel Campbell; “Corporal, the medical examiner’s report states that the subject was accompanied by his twelve year daughter and that she was wearing a down filled coat.” “It was raining out and cold, what was it about this scenario that so frightened your men that they decided to open fire on a pedestrian carrying groceries and holding his daughter’s hand in a rain storm?”
Corporal Jenkins; “Sir, you have to understand… this was an urban terrorist exercise, and well, these two could have been urban terrorists.” “At least that’s what the operations manual said. Right?”
Colonel Campbell; “OK Corporal, OK.” “Corporal, what ordinance were used to subdue the subject?”
Corporal Jenkins; “Sir, 43 rounds from the .223 machine gun emplacement at the checkpoint by private Thomas, Peter, and 16 Desert Eagle .357 rounds by Private Kenny, Richard.”
Colonel Campbell; “Corporal, are you saying that almost a full .223 machine gun clip and more than two clips in a Desert Eagle were needed to bring down a civilian and his twelve year old daughter?”
Corporal Jenkins; “well sir, all the .223 rounds went into the male subject. You know, they fire like hell when you pull the trigger… and well, Private Kenny kinda’ went overboard on that little girl.
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Bye Bye
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
This IsTheEnd,My Friend,Thisis End...
Sorry for no posts in a month, I suspect that all 10 readers might have noticed. I have been poorly affected by the Fukishima radiation raining down here at 41 degrees North. What energies I still retain are directed to helping my brother with the garden and a new chicken enclosure as I intend to eat right up to "Last Day." Vegetable omelets are good things. He's doing all the work and giving my crippled ass half the credit, God Bless Him.
Change is inevitable, this is the only "constant" of our universe. Time changes, Radioactive decay rates slide to-and-fro, our perception of everything tends to be malleable, yet on a higher plane, we know what we know and that is only altered and integrated by new and sound information. Sound information is difficult to discern in the "age of information," or more rightly, "the age of disinformation and obfuscation." If you just now stumbled onto my personal blog, you should go out and research Fukushima Japan, the four (4) nuclear meltdowns and its effects on the Northern Hemisphere, The Economy, and a few other relevant bits of news and then come back. You may benefit from listening to Clig High's Wu-Jo (where the Do-Jo meets the Wu-Woo) at http://halfpasthuman.com/clifswujo.html and www.urbansurvival.com, or even www.Rense.com (but beware, here lies disinformation strewn amongst the truth.)
I suspect that I might just be one of the 2.8 billion casualties of the radiation disaster in Nippon (Japan), my limited resources do not currently allow me to avoid the bio-accumulation of Cesium-137 or sStrontium-90, but since I had lost my Thyroid to Chyernoble disaster, the radioactive Iodine is no issue. It is just that while milk and Pacific seafood are off the menu, I still must have the California Produce, butter & cheese. I figure if it kills me, then I'll die happy. I am eternal in essence and do not fear reaching the design limits of my machine. Mean-time-to-failure rates may have be miscalculated as my machine is "Fearfully and wonderfully made," As King David noted so long ago.
I have had many blog entries pass my mind in my absence, but I demurred from writing them for fear of getting the wrong attentions of our government... free speech these days may get me on "The List" for the Night of Long Knives. I'll likely have enough trouble surviving the physical assaults on my machine, let alone dodging the thought police and the re-education camps soon to become active. Not my cup of tea, thank you. So I won't write the truth of the call to arms as I might have when I was a younger man. You all will just need to decide on your own course of action. I suggest a regimen of conscience expansion exercises, truth telling and love of your fellow humans. All three of these are in short supply and will be needed in the near-term future.
As an aside, my brother and I lost two cats (of six) in the last two weeks, one young cat to an accident in the street in front of the house (poor Cracker-Jack we loved him so) and one to old age (15 years, was Boo-da-Pest, The butter lover)… I only hope that they both went off to the ether to fight for us against the Alvah Consciousness. A fitting afterlife to our beloved friends with fur. Both are sorely missed on this plane of existence. God bless the Cats!
I may not be able to post for awhile.
Den
Change is inevitable, this is the only "constant" of our universe. Time changes, Radioactive decay rates slide to-and-fro, our perception of everything tends to be malleable, yet on a higher plane, we know what we know and that is only altered and integrated by new and sound information. Sound information is difficult to discern in the "age of information," or more rightly, "the age of disinformation and obfuscation." If you just now stumbled onto my personal blog, you should go out and research Fukushima Japan, the four (4) nuclear meltdowns and its effects on the Northern Hemisphere, The Economy, and a few other relevant bits of news and then come back. You may benefit from listening to Clig High's Wu-Jo (where the Do-Jo meets the Wu-Woo) at http://halfpasthuman.com/clifswujo.html and www.urbansurvival.com, or even www.Rense.com (but beware, here lies disinformation strewn amongst the truth.)
I suspect that I might just be one of the 2.8 billion casualties of the radiation disaster in Nippon (Japan), my limited resources do not currently allow me to avoid the bio-accumulation of Cesium-137 or sStrontium-90, but since I had lost my Thyroid to Chyernoble disaster, the radioactive Iodine is no issue. It is just that while milk and Pacific seafood are off the menu, I still must have the California Produce, butter & cheese. I figure if it kills me, then I'll die happy. I am eternal in essence and do not fear reaching the design limits of my machine. Mean-time-to-failure rates may have be miscalculated as my machine is "Fearfully and wonderfully made," As King David noted so long ago.
I have had many blog entries pass my mind in my absence, but I demurred from writing them for fear of getting the wrong attentions of our government... free speech these days may get me on "The List" for the Night of Long Knives. I'll likely have enough trouble surviving the physical assaults on my machine, let alone dodging the thought police and the re-education camps soon to become active. Not my cup of tea, thank you. So I won't write the truth of the call to arms as I might have when I was a younger man. You all will just need to decide on your own course of action. I suggest a regimen of conscience expansion exercises, truth telling and love of your fellow humans. All three of these are in short supply and will be needed in the near-term future.
As an aside, my brother and I lost two cats (of six) in the last two weeks, one young cat to an accident in the street in front of the house (poor Cracker-Jack we loved him so) and one to old age (15 years, was Boo-da-Pest, The butter lover)… I only hope that they both went off to the ether to fight for us against the Alvah Consciousness. A fitting afterlife to our beloved friends with fur. Both are sorely missed on this plane of existence. God bless the Cats!
I may not be able to post for awhile.
Den
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