Back Stabbing USMC Reservist Corporal Matt Sanchez Is A Traitor And A Kapo

Note: My experience in the Marine Corps is that there is nothing worse than a back-stabber, which is what Corporal Sanchez has proven himself to be by betraying every gay person in America by consorting with their enemies on the Right.

From a recent correspondence:

On 3/7/07, Nyc W. Alberts wrote:

I'm curious, under the 'don't ask, don't tell' provisions, isn't Cpl
Sanchez in some sort of violation of the UCMJ if he's still receiving
any sort of residual income from his film work? Do you know anyone that
knows what sort of statute might apply to that or who may be able to
follow up on that angle?

Semper Fi,

~nyc


Anon Blogger wrote:

nah - i won't go after him... he did serve, after all...

Nyc W. Alberts wrote:

2 kinds of Marines, Reservists, and those that wish they were.

Now I'm going to get serious, because all kidding aside, none of this is a laughing matter and is as grave as a heart-attack.


I had a gay, black, Annapolis Lieutenant, that looked like Denzel Washington, (that took a liking to me, because I went to the College that's directly across the street from the Naval Academy in Annapolis), avidly pursue me on the Base I was stationed at in 1989, that I had to forcefully rebuff his sexual advances towards me, that I didn't turn in because, a) I would never do that, b) it would have been a waste of his very expensive taxpayer education and promising career and c) I thought the policy was/is retarded and d) oh, right, I'm as straight as an arrow.

However, I believe this guy, Matt Sanchez's, case is different than my Butter bar Lieutenant's was in that he's already been outed, and he's gotten into bed with people that are trying to outlaw people like him who have his sexual orientation, for nothing more than his personal gain and enrichment and he doesn't care that those that are orientated like him have been, and are going to be, treated like second class citizens, or worse.

I view gay Republican/Conservatives like him in the exact same way that Jewish Nazi Death Camp Prisoners viewed those among them who co-operated with their Nazi jailers, they had a name for them, "Kapo". http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kapo_%28concentration_camp%29

A traitor, is a traitor, Mike, and this guy totally qualifies, he did pose with Coulter immediately after her Edwards slur, with a big smile on his face, too, and I believe a valid question is if he's a traitor to his own people, then is that someone you really want representing the Marine Corps?

Max Blumenthal did a really good job of conveying this same point here: http://maxblumenthal.com/archives/39

There is of course nothing inherently wrong with Sanchez being a gay porn star or a male escort. His past is only notable because he chose to join a movement that exploits anti-gay sentiment for political gain. Coulter’s now-famous “faggot” remark was not an aberration, but rather a symbol of the politics of resentment that propels the conservative movement and its elected Republican surrogates; a reflection of the bigotry conservatives have sought to write into the Constitution through the so-called Federal Marriage Amendment. The ascendant “family values” wing of the right is also responsible for sabotaging legislation allowing homosexuals to serve openly in the armed forces, a maneuver that may now spell the end of Sanchez’s career.

Now, I'm not going to lead a charge to nail this guy to the tree, but I do want to get across the magnitude of what it is he's doing by his attempt to get with people who want to vacate the civil rights of an entire class of people, that he belongs to, in this country, and just because he served doesn't automagically entitle him to a pass, in fact, just the opposite applies in his case, because he's serving, and selling out at the same time, he should be held to account, maybe not by you or me, but by somebody he is causing harm to.

Aight, that's enough of that rant.

Semper Fi, My Brother In Arms Corporal Jason Dunham

"The good part is that we get to make new memories and bring new people into the family; the bad news is there will be no new memories with Jason.” Deb Dunn, Mother of Jason, 10 November 2006

Do you really need any further proof that when George W. Bush utters the word "Sacrifice" it means that an another innocent American will die?

Coming on the heels of last night speech, the sheer naked political opportunism of exploiting Corporal Dunham's valorous, and needless, death by broadcasting the posthumous Congressional Medal of Honor ceremony on live, national TV is a new low, for someone I thought couldn't possibly go any lower.

First he debases the Presidency, and now he's gone and used the most sacred and hallowed ritual of our Military for his own ends like this?

What's up with that?

(Note to any Chickenhawk whack jobs that want to turn around and say that I'm doing the same thing, you can go to hell. The difference between what I'm doing here is that I want this insane slaughter of my Marines to STOP, whereas you and your President want it to go on for as long as you can get away with it, and that's just disgusting, and you know it.)

Not a doubt in my former military mind that the only reason this BuschCo White House is bestowing the Nation's Highest Honor on you Marine, is that for them it's just your luck that you're birthday is the same day, 10 November, as our beloved Marine Corps.

Which means that this, your death, is just another one of their cheap PR gimmicks for them.

It's what they do and what they always, always, always will do

Truly he has no shame, or any sense of it, or he would have done the right thing and recused himself from this ceremony.

I dread to see what he does next.

On behalf of a grateful Nation, A Pen Warmed In Hell offers its deepest condolences to Corporal Dunham's family, we hope that someday you will find it in your hearts to forgive this man for taking away your son.

Semper Fi, Devil Dog.

From the Halls of Montezuma
To the Shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
of United States Marine.

Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in ev'ry clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job--
The United States Marines. Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines!!!

Happy New Year Except For the 3,000 Dead Americans in Iraq

Hot Off The Press, 3,000 American Military Dead In Iraq

All fatalities with active DOD links have been confirmed by The Department of Defense.
3,000 Americans Murdered In Iraq

Happy New Year.

BOOM!!

Gee, Matt, you prick, where's your flashing blood Red Siren now?

You're a pig.

Michelle Malkin Watch: "Troops love Fox News: "The greatest thing"

This just in from that America's Favorite, Chicken Hawk, our Michelle:

"The New York Times published excerpts this weekend from Iraq war veterans who have contributed on-the-ground diary accounts to the New York State Veteran Oral History Program. This one was eye-catching:

First Sgt. Kevin Lyons, Third Armored Cavalry Regiment

FOX NEWS

Finally some local Iraqis went across the Syrian border, and they were buying televisions and satellite dishes. So this squadron bought one — and Fox News! It was like the greatest thing. It was the biggest event we had in two months. They hooked up the satellite dish and there was Fox News. I’m sitting there in Iraq and we’d go up to the briefing room, and if we didn’t have anything to do we’d sit there for hours at a time. At night we stayed up late just to watch Fox News.

Now, that is an endorsement!"

Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't this professional, cowardly, (don't see her volunteering to go to Iraq, though she looks able-bodied, for a Chicken Hawk), racist just loathe The New York Times?

Except when it serves her purposes, I guess.

The troops love of Fox News might explain this bit from the same New York Times this past weekend:

"The marines had been on a continuous foot patrol for several days, hunting for insurgents. They were lost in the hard and isolating rhythms of infantry life.

They knew nothing of the week’s news.

Now they were being told by an Iraqi whose house they occupied that Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld, one of the principal architects of the policies that had them here, had resigned. “Rumsfeld is gone?” the sergeant asked. “Really?”

Mr. Menti nodded. “This is better for Iraq,” he said. “Iraqi people say thank you.”

The sergeant went upstairs to tell his marines, just as he had informed them the day before that the Republican Party had lost control of the House of Representatives and that Congress was in the midst of sweeping change. Mr. Menti had told them that, too.

“Rumsfeld’s out,” he said to five marines sprawled with rifles on the cold floor.

Lance Cpl. James L. Davis Jr. looked up from his cigarette. “Who’s Rumsfeld?” he asked."

Wow.

This grunt didn't even know who Rumsfeld was before he signed up.

Wonder what role Fox News, and America's great Public School system, had to do with that, Michelle?

Happy Marine Corps Birthday!!!

Can't think of a better gift to our Marines and troops than Don Rumsfeld being dismissed, can you?

November 10, 2006

Marines Get the News From an Iraqi Host: Rumsfeld’s Out. ‘Who’s Rumsfeld?’

By C. J. CHIVERS

ZAGARIT, Iraq, Nov. 9 — Hashim al-Menti smiled wanly at the marine sergeant beside him on his couch. The sergeant had appeared in the darkness on Wednesday night, knocking on the door of Mr. Menti’s home.

When Mr. Menti answered, a squad of infantrymen swiftly moved in, making him an involuntary host.

Since then marines had been on his roof with rifles, watching roads where insurgents often planted bombs.

Mr. Menti had passed the time watching television. Now he had news. He spoke in broken English. “Rumsfeld is gone,” he told the sergeant, Michael A. McKinnon.

“Democracy,” he added, and made a thumbs-up sign. “Good.”

The marines had been on a continuous foot patrol for several days, hunting for insurgents. They were lost in the hard and isolating rhythms of infantry life.

They knew nothing of the week’s news.

Now they were being told by an Iraqi whose house they occupied that Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld, one of the principal architects of the policies that had them here, had resigned. “Rumsfeld is gone?” the sergeant asked. “Really?”

Mr. Menti nodded. “This is better for Iraq,” he said. “Iraqi people say thank you.”

The sergeant went upstairs to tell his marines, just as he had informed them the day before that the Republican Party had lost control of the House of Representatives and that Congress was in the midst of sweeping change. Mr. Menti had told them that, too.

“Rumsfeld’s out,” he said to five marines sprawled with rifles on the cold floor.

Lance Cpl. James L. Davis Jr. looked up from his cigarette. “Who’s Rumsfeld?” he asked.

If history is any guide, many of the young men who endure the severest hardships and assume the greatest risks in the war in Iraq will become interested in politics and politicians later, when they are older and look back on their combat tours.

But not yet. Marine infantry units have traditionally been nonpolitical, to the point of stubbornly embracing a peculiar detachment from policy currents at home. It is a pillar of the corps’ martial culture: those with the most at stake are among the least involved in the decisions that send them where they go.

Mr. Rumsfeld may have become one of the war’s most polarizing figures at home. But among these young marines slogging through the war in Anbar Province, he appeared to mean almost nothing. If he was another casualty, they had seen worse.

“Rumsfeld is the secretary of defense,” Sergeant McKinnon said, answering Lance Corporal Davis’s question.

Lance Corporal Davis simply cursed.

It did not sound like anger or disgust. It seemed instead to be an exclamation about the irrelevance of the news. The sergeant might as well have told the squad of yesterday’s weather.

Another marine, Lance Cpl. Patrick S. Maguire, said the decisions that mattered here, inside Company F, Second Battalion, Eighth Marines, were much more important to them than those made in the Pentagon back home.

There are daily, dangerous questions: When to go on patrol, when to come back, which route to take down a road, which weapon to carry, and, at this moment, which watch each marine would stand, crouched up on the roof, in the cold wind, exposed to sniper fire.

His grandfather fought at Iwo Jima, he said, and his father was a marine in Vietnam. This was his second tour in Iraq. “Here’s the deal,” he said. “Someone points a finger at you, and you go.”

“The chain of command?” he added. “You know how high I know? My battalion commander is Lt. Col. DeTreux. That’s how high I know.”

And so between the marines and Mr. Menti and his family, the split reactions to news of Mr. Rumsfeld’s resignation made for surreal scenes.

Mr. Menti, 50, a radiologist by training, spent part of the afternoon trying to impress the meaning of the news on the young sergeant beside him on the couch.

The war policy was soon to change, he said.

“I think in one year you return to America,” he said.

The sergeant sat implacably.

“This is good for you,” Mr. Menti said. “No?”

He spoke of years of fear. Under Saddam Hussein, he said, they were afraid. Now, with the American troops and insurgents fighting in Anbar, they are still afraid. He returned to the news of Mr. Rumsfeld’s resignation.

“People in America are very happy,” he said. “I saw this on TV. And I am very happy. Thank you, American people.”

He pointed at the young marines before him, smoking on his couches, drinking his hot, sweetened tea. “These soldiers, in Iraq, they make freedom?” he asked.

“Yes,” Sergeant McKinnon said.

“What kind of freedom?” he asked.

He had been talking about the living conditions in the province since the night before, when the marines appeared at his door.

There are almost no schools, he said. There is almost no medicine. There is little food, and no electricity except from generators. The list went on. No water. No work. Violence. Abductions. Beheadings. Explosions.

His son-in-law had been kidnapped by insurgents seven months ago, he said, and a note the insurgents left said he was abducted for being friendly with American troops. He has not been seen since.

In Baghdad, he said, Iranian-backed death squads were killing Sunni citizens. The country was falling apart.

“You like freedom?” he asked the sergeant. “This kind? This way?”

“No,” Sergeant McKinnon said.

“I think you and I and many people do not like freedom in this way,” he said. “I believe this. I am sure.”

“It is wrong, the American Army coming here. It is wrong.”

He looked at Sergeant McKinnon, who is younger than many of his 14 children. He was trying to draw him out.

“If American Army came here for three months, four months, O.K.” Mr. Menti said. “But now is four years.”

If there were no American military presence in Iraq, he said, there would be no insurgents. One serves as a magnet for the other.

Mr. Menti spoke to the sergeant as if he were an American diplomat, as if he had some influence over the broad sweeps of American foreign policy. The sergeant remained quiet and polite.

“I don’t think he realizes that we’re trying to make this country safer for him,” he said to Lance Corporal Maguire.

“I think he realizes that we’re trying to make it safe, but that the more we stay here the more people come in and make it worse,” Lance Corporal Maguire replied.

They went upstairs, to pack their gear for the next move, planned for after dark, to another house and another night of looking down on the roads, waiting for an insurgent with a bomb to step within range of a rifle shot.

Sergeant McKinnon spoke of the squad’s isolation. “I only found out yesterday that the Saddam trial was over,” he said. “Another Iraqi told me that.”

He turned to the task of planning for the night’s fire support.

Up on the roof, Lance Corporal Maguire mused about the news. Whatever Mr. Rumsfeld’s resignation might eventually mean, it did not matter here yet, and it would not keep them alive tonight.

Another marine, Lance Cpl. Randall D. Webb, was scanning traffic through his rifle scope, worried that they had been spotted and the insurgents would soon know where they were.

“I think they see us,” he said.

“Man, they all see us,” Lance Corporal Maguire said, and lighted another cigarette.

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