06/8/18

Liars & Leakers

Washington DC is filled to overflowing with classified information, classified information which continues to regularly appear in the media from the New York Times to the Washington Post to the Internet news sites. It is an epidemic.

It is a crime (Sec 793 of the Espionage Act lays it out) to reveal classified information.

 1. Reveal national defense information to someone who is not cleared to receive it — gets you a fine plus up to 10 years in prison.

 2. If you “steal” that information, you get 10 years and a fine.

 3. If the information is classified and pertinent to US or foreign communications intel activities – means and methods – yep, 10 years and a fine.

 4. If you obtain access to classified info by means of computer access without authorization or beyond the authorization you hold, you get 10 years plus a fine.

 5. If you disclose the identity of a covert agent (of any part of the government), directly or indirectly, you get 15 years plus a fine.

 6. If you lie to the FBI or obstruct a criminal investigation about classified information, you can be sentenced from 5 to 20 years in prison.

This is some serious stuff; and, yet, it happens all the time.

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03/1/17

Politics, Not Everything Is Political

Big Red Car here and I’m really angry. Vexed. Irked. Pissed off. I have waited until almost noon to write this so my anger might dissipate and my calm might temper my comments. It has not worked.

Last night during President Trump’s State of the Trump talk to a joint session of Congress, the President honored the widow of SEAL Ryan Owens.

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The press reported it as the longest sustained standing ovation in the history of such things. Watching Carryn Owens cry on public display was a touching moment. If you were untouched, then go see your doctor and ask him, “Do I have a heart?”

It was heartbreaking, because when everyone else went home last night to their loved ones, she did not. Her husband SEAL Ryan Owens was killed on a raid against terrorists in Yemen.

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12/19/15

House/Senate Republicans Denied Access to Men’s Rooms

Big Red Car here. The Boss is in the ‘Boat sliding down the slopes with little sticks attached to his big feet. Why? Why, Boss?

Meanwhile, here in the ATX, me and the house sitter are enjoying the 65F sunny weather with the top down. Haha. Do not tell The Boss.

So, in a surprise announcement the House and the Senate Republicans were caught flat footed when the Capitol police informed them that they would no longer be allowed to use the men’s rooms in the Capitol and the Capitol Complex. Continue reading

12/24/13

Keeping Faith With The American Soldier

Big Red Car here.  So The Boss is back for Christmas.  Not like him to leave Steamboat when the snow’s still good but the babies — the Investment Banker and the Perfect Daughter — are coming home so he had to be there to greet them.  Still, the snow was damn good.

So The Boss is exercised about the recent budget deal and the provision to reduce the military pensions contained therein.  [The Boss is a Veteran and his Old Man is a retired Sergeant Major, so he comes by his interest honestly.]

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10/25/13

What Food Stamps Tell Us About the Economy

Big Red Car here.  Ya’ll know what’s cooking in the ATX, right?  I’m not going to tease you.  It’s fabulous.

So The Boss is talking to one of his professorial buddies and they’re talking about the economy.  Ooooh, the economy is not doing very well, Grasshopper.  You knew that right?

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10/2/13

The Pettiness of Failure

Big Red Car here.  The Boss’s Old Man — 95 years old and a career Army guy who received a battlefield commission fighting the Germans in Italy in World War II — has seen a lot of history.  He opines that the current administration is the least accomplished in his lifetime.  There is much evidence to support that assertion.

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06/8/13

Size Matters

Big Red Car here.  Nice cooooooooooooooool night but WTF about this humidity?  Almost 80% — that’s like freakin’ Houston.  Houston, we’ve got a problem!  Haha, Big Red Car, you are starting early today.  Cut the crap, Big Red Car and get on with today’s story.

So the house sitter runs the snot out of the Big Red Car last night but almost forgets to fill me up with gas — petrol to you Brits.  The kid forgets to gas me up.  The Boss is going to hear about this, you can bet on it.  I limp into the gas station and finally get filled up after the kid finally finds my gas tank behind the license plate.  Where do they get these kids from?

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