Dave Kalahar

Barbara Walters writes: Unfortunately, many have forgotten and still countless others have never known how Ms. Fonda betrayed not only the idea of our country, but specific men who served and sacrificed during the Vietnam War. The first part of this is from an F-4E pilot. The pilot's name is Jerry Driscoll, a River Rat. In 1968, the former Commandant of the USAF Survival School was a POW in Ho LoPrison, the "Hanoi Hilton." Dragged from a stinking cesspit of a cell, cleaned, fed, and dressed in clean PJ's, he was ordered to describe for a visiting American "peace activist" the "lenient and humane treatment" he'd received. He spat at Ms. Fonda, was clubbed, and was dragged away. During the subsequent beating, he fell forward onto the camp commandant 's feet, which sent that officer berserk. In 1978, the Air Force Colonel still suffered from double vision (which permanently ended his flying career) from the Commandant's frenzied application of a wooden baton. From 1963-65, Col. Larry Carrigan was in the 47FW/DO (F-4E's). He spent 6 years in the "Hanoi Hilton". . . The first three of which his family only knew he was "missing in action." His wife lived on faith that he was still alive. His group, too, got the cleaned-up, fed and clothed routine in preparation for a "peace delegation" visit. They, however, had time and devised a plan to get word to the world that they were alive and still survived. Each man secreted a tiny piece of paper, with his Social Security Number on it, in the palm of his hand. When paraded before Ms. Fonda and a cameraman, she walked the line, shaking each man's hand and asking little encouraging snippets like: "Aren't you sorry you bombed babies?" and "Are you grateful for the humane treatment from your benevolent captors?" Believing this HAD to be an act, they each palmed her their sliver of paper. She took them all without missing a beat. . . At the end of the line and once the camera stopped rolling, to the shocked disbelief of the POWs, she turned to the officer in charge and handed him all the little pieces of paper... Three men died from the subsequent beatings. Colonel Carrigan was almost number four but he survived, which is the only reason we know of her actions that day. I was a civilian economic development adviser in Vietnam, and was captured by the North Vietnamese communists in South Vietnam in 1968, and held prisoner for over 5 years. I spent 27 months in solitary confinement; one year in a cage in Cambodia; and one year in a 'black box' in Hanoi. My North Vietnamese captors deliberately poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a nurse in a leprosarium in Banme Thuot, South Vietnam, whom I buried in the jungle near the Cambodian border. At one time, I weighed only about 90 lbs. (My normal weight is 170 lbs.) We were Jane Fonda's "war criminals." When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi, I was asked by the camp communist political officer if I would be willing to meet with her. I said yes, for I wanted to tell her about the real treatment we POWs received. . . and how different it was from the treatment purported by the North Vietnamese, and parroted by her as "humane and lenient." Because of this, I spent three days on a rocky floor on my knees, with my arms outstretched with a large steel weight placed on my hands, and beaten with a bamboo cane. I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda soon after I was released. I asked her if she would be willing to debate me on TV. She never did answer me. These first-hand experiences do not exemplify someone who should be honored as part of "100 Years of Great Women." Lest we forget. . . "100 Years of Great Women" should never include a traitor whose hands are covered with the blood of so many patriots. There are few things I have strong visceral reactions to, but Hanoi Jane's participation in blatant treason, is one of them. Please take the time to forward to as many people as you possibly can. It will eventually end up on her computer, and she needs to know that we will never forget. See less

RE: Minnesota as Organized Crime Over the last 48 hours we have learned that the violence against ICE in the lawful conduct of its duties is tightly coordinated via sophisticated, encrypted messaging apps, unlawful use of private driver and taxpayer information pulled from government records, and dynamic shared databases used to attack and intimidate ICE agents and their families in their homes and on their phones. This is a formal organization with tiered, redundant leadership cells. Since this coordinated effort is all intended to violate 18 U.S.C. § 111 (which criminalizes forcibly assaulting, resisting, opposing, impeding, intimidating, or interfering with federal officers), it is entirely fair to say that Minnesota has been taken over by a vast criminal conspiracy. The only question at this point is who is at the top? We already are aware of informal coordination between this conspiracy and Minnesota’s governor and lieutenant governor, but what if that coordination is more than informal? What if Walz is the de facto leader of the conspiracy? I do not believe we have seen anything quite like this since the end of the Civil War.

Everyone who really knows me gets this. I’m an immigrant. So is my husband. We come from two different continents. The second we speak, our heavy accents give us away. No way to hide it. We’ve been in NYC for over 30 years, married more than 20. This is the capital of liberalism, full of Democrats, leftists, and socialists everywhere you look. And here’s the hard truth we’ve lived, the people shouting loudest about “protecting immigrants” and hating on ICE don’t actually care about immigrants like us. They care about looking morally superior. That’s it. During Covid, when I volunteered at food pantries, unfortunately mostly serving immigrants in my area, you couldn’t spot one single Karen helping out. But they were the ones crying on social media that people were going hungry because of job losses and city shutdowns. We’ve talked openly about our so-called liberal friends here. Most of them treated us like outsiders at best, like trash at worst. Americans who, outside our tennis club, never once hung out with immigrants on purpose. The only people of color they ever spent real time with were the ones they met at parties in our house. These are the same people who post nonstop about diversity and inclusion. Yet in their real lives? Almost no immigrants, almost no people who look or sound different from them. Then we voted for Trump. Overnight they called us racists, cut us off completely, and even stopped our kids from playing with theirs. Kids who grew up together, shared everything, all gone just like that. This isn’t me playing victim. It’s what happened. They don’t care about actual immigrants, the ones who came legally, worked hard, paid taxes, and built lives here with thick accents and all. They care about the idea of immigrants as a symbol that makes them feel good and righteous. Right now the anti-ICE rage and pro-immigrant talk are the same thing. It costs them nothing. It lets them feel noble while the real pressure hits schools, housing, and neighborhoods. Their hands stay clean because the mess lands on someone else. The hypocrisy runs deep. They preach compassion but practice exclusion. We’ve seen it up close for decades in the middle of the most “progressive” city in America. So when they lecture about empathy and kindness, remember, they only love the concept of immigrants, never the reality of people like us. We’ve lived behind the curtain. The whole performance is about them feeling better about themselves. Nothing more. So spare me the lectures on empathy from people who only love the idea of immigrants, never the reality. We’ve seen behind the curtain. The emperor has no clothes. It’s just a megaphone and a mirror.

You couldn’t even keep the promise to your husband. All you did in Congress was: -rename a post office -made over $20 million from congressional stock trading

Give me a break. You were basically AWOL at the DOT.

I spend my whole day dealing with your neglect and cleaning up your messes. Sit this one out.

Two kids in Colorado were kicking around a soccer ball when an unexpected teammate showed up