Andrew Klaven on the Leftists Hate Monkeys
7:22 am in Andrew Klaven, Domocrat Socialist Party, Law Inforcewmewnt, Leftists Hate Monkeys, Liberals, Military by skyzot63
This is a great article It should be required reading.
Back in 1964, my Dad was dying, I was given an emergency transfer back to te states. I arrived by mistake to SFO instead of Oakland where my wife was waiting. When I entered the terminal area from the plane, I intended to catch a cab to take me to Oakland, there was no such thing as a cell phone. In the terminal, I was confronted by three of these Hate Monkeys. The idiot in front was the apparent leader. He got in my face and began screaming at me, calling me a baby killer (He was I’m sure, pro abortion, so I think that made him the baby killer). Now you have to visualize the picture here, at the time I was a six foot two, 250 pound Military Policeman facing a six foot person that I had no fear of him and/or his buddies. In the midst of the screaming, is pea brain decided it would be cool to spit in my face, which he did.
Now I had been trained quite well in how to deal with civilians, in those days you just wiped your face, which I did. That should have ended it. Not for this fool though, he dug deep and hacked a big luggy on the brass on my collar some dripped on my spit shined shoes. In reflex, I struck out and broke his nose in a magnificent manner, it splattered all over his face. He dropped to the floor screaming in pain. His buddies started screaming “Assault” this got the attention of a couple of Deputy Sheriffs, one of the deputies approached me with a grin on his face, he asked me very politely what happened. I explained what happened and pointed to my shoes and soiled brass. He then pointed to my duffle bag and asked me if it was mine when I answered in the affirmative, he picked it up and said “follow me”. He led me to a side door where the police car was parked. He tossed my bag in the back seat and told me to get in, not in the back seat but in the shotgun seat. He asked me where I was headed, I explained about the mix up in air ports and that all I wanted to do was find a cab so I could meet my wife. He replied that the car we were in made a pretty good cab. As we headed to Oakland we talked. He asked me what unit I was in, he said that he had seen the crossed pistols on my collar and knew that I was an MP. The rest of the trip we just chatted. Turns out he was an Army Vet. He praised me for my restraint in dealing with the “Anti war whacko’s”, He understood that with my size and training, I could have caused all three of them to be in the hospital. I quietly told him, “Sir, it is one thing to have someone spit in your face, but no one can spit on my uniform, especially my brass”.
I am very sorry that I did not get more than his first name, “Gary”. He delivered me to Oakland Airport and made sure hat I hooked up with my wife. I owe him a debt of gratitude. Thank you sir. Unfortunately my Father passed away twenty minutes before I got home. I did not get the chance to say goodbye.
But enough about me, back to the real storey here, Mr. Klaven truly hits it out of the park with THIS ARTICLE please go read it.
