As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
Most of you have probably never heard of Colonel Charles Askins. If you have, you probably were some troll on some wide eyed peckerwood page, all pecker stroking over that Goddamned eulogy which keeps being quoted by Massad Ayoob, a Syrian who like that swammy Dinesh D'Souza, read some stats that a White man published, absorbed it and suddenly was the quoted expert, because he was telling the White race the propagnda they wanted to hear. It is why you have this endless array of Niggers on BBC programs like Doctor Who and the manifestation of that Designer Negro, Barack Hussein Obama, some Caucasians just need to hear things from a half wit wog, because in their youth, when the White kids were beating the bajesus out of them for being fags, there was that darkie janitor or Aunt Jemima they suckled tit from until age 8, telling them all that sage wisdom by listenind to them crybaby over their butt hurts.
Syrian Ayoob called Askins a racist, and would probably call the facts above racist too, and term me a racist, for skinning the cover of lies off the facts of what everyone knows and will not speak now in being afraid of some label put on them.
Ayoob was the source in a memorial of all places, which without source stated, "Askins once told a friend he thought he was as psychopath and that he hunted so much because he could not kill humans any more". Ayoob should be a man and name the "friend", but anyone with any reasoning can figure out that he was the one Askins told that statement too, and never told anyone else, like his friend Skeeter Skelton who wrote a nice memorial about the one of a kind legend of Charles Askins.
As this is an Askins apology, let me doing some explaining to the shit for brains out there, that starts with Massad Ayoob and his wide eyed masturbators. In my Brier we had and still have allot of hard ass characters. One day while "deer hunting" with beloved Uncle, which meant I was along to open gates as he checked traps, we came across a local tough named Spindy. We had just talked to this guy who said he was looking for a deer he wounded, had been doing it all morning. So we talk to Spindy, and Uncle mentions about the deer, and Spindy gets this look of contempt on his face and says, "I just told that guy that as I don't like him. He never hit that deer".
After we drove away, Uncle gave me a warning, "That is the way Spindy is, if he don't like you, he will do things like that to you". I never forgot it.
I also when he got pissed off at me for some crime he conjured up I had offended him with, went over and visited with the sulker and in leaving said, "It was nice seeing you and I enjoyed visiting with you". He smiled.....and said he enjoyed it to. Last time I saw Spindy he was living in a dog shed, in his pick up. We went over and bullshitted with him in the parking lot for awhile and he was smiling, because this huge man, a bully, was now a broken down old man, but I was showing him the respect he deserved and he never forgot that.
There are allot of people like that and the dumb asses do not know how to talk or handle people like that. Charles Askins was allot like General George Patton, who showed bravado, because that is what the men expected from him, a show, a fear of him more than the Germans. Charles Askins served under George Patton in Africa. He was the scrounge officer, and did it so well that it was implemented into the US Army. Askins worked by night with his crew to haul back equipment from the front and have it repaired, and they slept by day. It was the ultimate scout position and says a great deal that he never ended up dead, but the enemy did.
I never met Charles Askins, but I have read enough of the contacts of this gentleman with people he respected, which in the reality were White, law enforcement, military and they showed him respect which he had earned as national pistol champion, the person in the hot zones of Spain and Vietnam on diplomatic tours, and a paratrooper tough as they used to be before they needed special boy groups like Delta to get their hard on.
Askins was never recorded as a racist, a murderer, a psychopath by any of these men. That tells me that Charles Askins was a great deal like Donald Trump, in sticking it to fools and enemies, and like Spindy, just doing it, because he did not like the son of a bitch.
In Askin's last column he grouched about editors all being self absorbed assholes and they are. Most of you never think in reading this blog what it is the Lame Cherry represents as you do not get content like this anywhere else, because Mockingbird, Corporate and Editors all have this fucking idea about how you are supposed to write and that they know more about the world than you do. Ayoob is of that ass kisser fraternity, and he got published with his racist shit about Charles Askins, because this Syrian served a purpose in sticking the knife into the dead guy who could not respond. A similar line was written by General Nelson Miles about his friend General George Custer, after Custer died, in, "It was easy to kill a dead lion". People that did not deserve one ounce of respect and Askins never gave it, decided to smear him when he was dead.
Askins used to deliver a line to the pansy boys who would ask, "How many men have you killed?" They would get a scowling look and Askins would say, 26 men and then brighten and say, not including Blacks and Mexicans. Not a thing racist about that. That was fact and it was from the old west which Charles Askins was raised in. You have to be an American to understand this, as Boston Custer, the brother of George, appeared in the west, and the other brother Tom, told the kid that there were water rocks, rocks that stored water in them, and in on the arid plains, people carried them as they always got thirsty. This Michigan kid for days was lugging around big ass rocks and everyone was laughing their asses off at the joke, and the kid finally wised up and knew he had been had. That is what Westerners do. There is a rule in most rural parts of America, in if people are talking to you, they either like you or they are going to make a fool of you and if they are not talking to you, they hate you.
I suspect that Askins sat often enough with this self absorbed FBI stat number cruncher who though he should be respected, so Askins fed him lines that fed into Ayoob's prejudice about White Americans.
President Donald Trump as I have related was that kind of man. He never has to tell people what he is doing to make a fool out of people. As long as he knows, that is all that matters. One period in this, Charlie Sheen pissed off Donald Trump, so Trump bought fake jewelry for one off Sheen's weddings and gave it to him, knowing Sheen would try and pawn the stuff some year, which Sheen did, and then told the press what Trump did. It was enough for Donald Trump to know what he had done, that Sheen was fooled and that Trump would be right in Sheen would betray a gift and try and pawn it.
Charles Askins said things he thought that most people would not say. Like the time he said, "if my old pard, George Parker, was ailing, I would put a 22 behind his ear and end it". That got the wide eyed children stunned, but while it was fact, Askins said it out loud for effect, and to reinforce what people knew, in he was one of a kind from a different world, a world where his 6 year old son died during World War II while he was away. That kind of stuff never appears with Charles Askins as he never wrote about the human side we all face as that was his private life. He was a showman and knew he had an image to live up to.
As the founder of Forensic Psychology, I can tell you that Charles Askins was not a psychopath. He was not a racist. He was not a murderer. Pansy asses can twist anything to make anyone guilty or nuts, but Askins was none of the above. He had sense to kill violent people unfairly as being fair gets good people murdered. He knew the shortcomings of all races and that Whites need a kick in the ass to man up as they get so get along that they go limp. If Charles Askins were a psychopath, there would be dead bodies still cropping up. He was just a man like numbers of combat Soldiers were in he liked shooting the enemy. I once saw a guy on PBS, telling of shooting around a dozen Germans in a row. There was no remorse at all, none of that tit whining. He stated plainly that he liked it and why not like it, as that is what your country is paying you to do, is kill lots of people who are going to steal all the stuff you worked for, from your mama's pussy to grandpas gold watch.
I end this apology with someone who knew Colonel Charles Askins and respected him and other men we know to write about him and post a few pictures from the real life of Mr. Askins. Here is the quote.
My Grandpa grew up with a fellow named Charlie Askins. Charlie Askins left Ames, joined the United States Army, and eventually became Col. Charles Askins, marksman, author and noted firearm expert. Along the way he fought Apache Indians, chased Zapata into Mexico, became the World's Pistol Shooting Champion 5 different times, and bagged every big-game animal in the world, except the Bengal Tiger. That tiger will forever elude him. Boots, as he was known to his friends, passed away a few years back. But he was a fascinating man to talk with. He had a million stories, and all of them exciting as well as true. He was one of the last of the truly tough hombres. I am fortunate enough to have an autographed copy of his autobiography. It is entitled Unrepentant Sinner, and is one of my prize possessions. Reading it is just like having him there talking to you, telling you the stories in person. As I said, he was a remarkable man. He also wrote several other books including the renown Askins on Handguns. To this day it is still the definitive handbook on pistols and revolvers, as is his father's book on shotguns. His books are published by Tejano Publications in San Antonio, Texas.
I think Charles Askins would appreciate how he has endured longer than Rush Limbaugh who was a flash in the pan and no one quotes. I would though believe that in God's Heaven he has a hell of a lot better things to do than think about things in this shit hole going toward Armageddon. He was a man who loved horses and dogs. I figure that we hunters not only have our favorites, but we have all the game we killed in Heaven, as God wastes nothing. That would keep a man like Charles Askins involved in what is important and not mind about what he was smeared with or the legend of what he knew he would become like Jeff Cooper in a pansy ass world.
You can read Skeeter Skelton's memorial as he was a friend. That is the one which holds water as Charles Askins was not saying things for a fool to scurry away with to cast stones on him after he was gone.
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