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Jane's Flock of Friends

When I left home in the dawn of a bitter Saturday to head to the Gathering of Eagles, I was warmed in the knowledge that I was on my way to meet two gentlemen about whom I had only dare fantasize speculate.

Sniper One--my Blogfather, sugar daddy and erstwhile virtual shack-up who lets me keep some lingerie at his place, with the blessing of a very indulgent wife. And V5, a flirty commenter and self avowed Janiac with a lust for all things literary and political.

I drove a little faster as my heart quickened with anticipation. When the moment arrived to meet V5, he drove up in a black SUV Jane could get way used to. (I ache for my old Suburban. So much for that WAR FOR OIL, eh comrades?) After a convivial train ride into D.C. where V5 shared his stories of Desert Storm and his adventures with DKos buying him a computer (no lie!), my cell rang and who was on the other end, looping endlessly around the Washington Monument but a dazed and confused Sniper One. We vectored him to the Mall, he parked, and the adventure had begun.

The electricity of patriotism pervaded the Eagles "roost" where there were more American flags and hawt red-blooded Retrosexuals in leathah than one happily married white girl should be asked to ignore.

But I had my Hunky Husband approved dates already. Two of the finest escorts a lady could want to squire her through the rancid ANSWER wastrels. [Sniper in the hat he bought out of desperation to keep warm and V5, the Buckeyes fan.]

At one point, we were trying to get V5 into the staging area proper and it was a four inch deep mud pit any way you attacked it. All it took was a fleeting look of puzzlement and twelve strangers banded together to get him where he wanted to go.

They laid down plywood, they pushed, they shoved until he decided the result would be worse. So the same patient and determined strangers backed him out of the mire the way he came in. Jane got a little misty seeing the naked devotion of Vets to a brother.

Speaking of naked, at one point , V5 seemed to lag, as if stuck in the sidewalk. I leaned in to ask, "Are you hung, Buddy?". An instant flash of recognition at an advantage and he quipped,"You'll have to ask the Ex-wife. Heh." Match point, V5.

Getting to experience history with two virtual strangers was surreal, to be sure, but an experience I have relived many times in my mind since Saturday. I am blessed.

The mutual admiration society continues over at Sniper's place and at Blackfive, where until he gets his own shingle, V5 can be seen regularly harassing the management.

CAPITAL XOXOXOXOOXXOOXOs to you two. ; )

Jane's GoE Photos at Flickr (Updated!)

It Should Only Take One Flapping Moonbat To Gather A Flock Of Eagles

Many of the monuments in Washington were constructed of granite and marble and will stand long after The Gathering of Eagles is a forgotten footnote of revisionist history.

30,000 patriots were moved to brave ice storms, financial hardship and the stench of human debris to ensure that no harm came to the Vietnam Memorial last Saturday at the hands of Leftists armed with spray paint.

And yet, just a few blocks away, the most important testament to the very freedom of speech and assembly we celebrated remains under siege. Tucked safely under glass, this national treasure is safe from those who would outwardly do it harm.

But who will stand against those who seek to shred it from within?

I am worried for our future when the mainstream media is so corrupt that it turns a blind eye to the truth of our numbers in favor of populist propaganda.

As we enter the winter of our country's history, it will surely take more than the flags and fanaticism of a few dedicated patriots to ensure that our Constitution will remain written in stone.

The Gathering of Eagles Was HAWT!

Patriotism is sexy.

Perhaps it is Jane's kink for leather, but I have never been in one place so full of hunky Retrosexual men with American flags in all my life. The Eagles were 20 to 1, men to women, so ladies, if you weren't there, you missed way more than a chance to visit The National Zoo of The Unwashed. The few female Eagles were feisty to say the least and equally arrayed in cowhide and bunting.

By one park policeman's estimate, the Eagles outnumbered the ANSWER crowd almost four to one by 11:30am. Since he had patrolled the entire area, I would be inclined to agree with him. He added that everyone was minding their manners so far.

The smattering of protesters that ANSWER scraped together for the event could easily have been piled up in a stiff breeze using only a fan rake. The Libs attempted to create the illusion of numbers with the standard strident womyn screeching into an overblown speaker system exhorting all 400 or so protesters to bunch up close to the stage so they could be counted.

The Eagles needed no such encouragement to be counted. They were there with a job to do. They strung themselves along either side of the sidewalk and taunted the Peaceniks, plenty of whom did not back down. Metal detectors at the mouth of the Vietnam Memorial were enough to keep all but the hard core patriots from visiting The Wall. Libs may stand in line for handouts, but not for a cavity check.

This day was a testament to an American patriot's willingness to report for duty in spite of miserably cold conditions, show restraint in the face of immeasurable temptation, and do it all with style.

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More details coming, but enjoy Jane's first batch of GoE photos on flickr :

Next post, I meet up with some cyber buddies, some for the first time.