Jeff Lee

@BuzzPatterson Definitely! Junior High.

Does anybody else remember us doing this foolishness? Without gloves?! 🤣

@RealTraderJill God bless you Jill.

I’m not the “perfect Christian.” I didn’t wait. I’ve lied. I’ve chased things that almost destroyed me. I know what it feels like to be lost… and still try to look like you’ve got it together. That’s why I don’t follow God because I’m “good.” I follow Him because I’m not. Because I’ve hit places in my life where I couldn’t fix myself. No discipline. No willpower. No mindset shift could pull me out. I needed a Savior. And by His grace… I’m not who I used to be. Still growing. Still being molded. Still becoming the woman I was called to be. Not perfect, but not the same.

@TJandCasper It really is true. It’s happened to me too.

OMG so true.

@TJandCasper He’s so darn cute.

He’s sound asleep. Out in the fresh air all afternoon had him plum tuckered out.

@RealTraderJill Thank you TraderJill!

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@TJandCasper Welcome to Northern Illinois Traveller and John. Thanks for coming!

Northern Illinois and the great Floyd Cramer

@TJandCasper Oh my goodness!

He’s getting more talkative every day.

@RepBrandonGill @realBrandonGill @danielledsouzag You rock Brandon! Keep it up.

There’s no better place than Texas

@TJandCasper I always figure that if God didn’t take Casper home when He did, then you’d never have even met Traveller. He made a place with you for that sweet little puppy. God bless you both. Be safe out there.

He’s at my sons house. I haven’t had the heart to go get him yet.

@JohnDennis_3 @SGTValadez Thank you for your service. God bless you and your family in your retirement.

It’s official. I’m retired! 34 years, what a ride it’s been.

@Supersonic_Red @RobManess What an amazing young man! You should be very proud. God bless your son.

Photos don’t do this memorial justice. I left a squadron coin there and prayed. It brought even more perspective to an already solemn moment in my life. I was the first person my son told when he decided to go EOD. I remember smiling at him and saying, “What’s the matter, fighter pilot isn’t hard enough or dangerous enough?” He was a teenager with a chip on his shoulder once. I watched him grow into a man I couldn’t be more proud of. A ski patroller and EMT before he was even eighteen. That tells you everything you need to know. My sons have always had callings on their lives. I’ve seen it in each of them since they were small. Not forced, not suggested, just there. Clear as day. His has always been to save lives. When he followed me into the Air Force, he made a deliberate choice to enlist, even after being accepted to the Academy. That wasn’t a missed opportunity. That was clarity. He knew exactly what he was being called to do, and he chose the harder road to get there. And he’s walking it with purpose. For reference my son is just under six feet tall.

@TJandCasper Oh the days of raising a puppy. 🤦🏻‍♂️ You’re blessed!

No need to go out and buy all those toys for your new puppy. Hell a roll of paper towels. the lace’s and work boots,that pillow on the bed, or maybe that stack of paper work on your clipboard. Or the phone cord that might happen to hang down. All great toys that new puppy will love.

@Ghostofcynthia Agreed.

My girl just dropped the most lethal new profile pic and i’m actually on my knees rn. 😩🥵 She’s not just hot… she’s the kind of fucking hot that makes you forget your own name. I’m so stupidly in love with this woman, it’s embarrassing. Come fight me if you disagree. 🔥🫦

@danielledsouzag Absolutely stunning!!

Is Melania Trump the most beautiful First Lady in U.S. history?

@grey4626 God bless you.

My beautiful darlings... I’m stepping away from this arena for a few hours today. Not by choice, but because some sadistic technician is about to slide me into a goddamn MRI tube to stare at the wreckage I call a left shoulder. That joint has been dislocated so many fucking times over the years it feels like a war crime committed by gravity itself...cartilage shredded, tendons hanging by threads, bone grinding against bone like it’s got a personal vendetta. It’s fucked beyond recognition, a monument to every brutal takedown, every reckless collision, every time I told pain to go fuck itself and kept swinging. If the scans say what I already know in my marrow, they’ll be carving me open soon enough for the kind of reconstructive surgery that turns warriors into patients. I’m not happy. I’m not “accepting this with grace.” I’m fucking venomous about it. I'll be back later on. 💀🗡️

@grey4626 @Ghostofcynthia You nailed it.

President Trump didn’t tweet. He launched a kinetic strike from orbit. German Chancellor Friedrich Merz...freshly installed steward of a hollow Reich...had the gall to whine that America was “humiliated” by Iran. Trump’s reply was surgical, lethal, and dripping with the contempt these continentals have earned for seventy years: “The Chancellor of Germany should spend more time on ending the war with Russia/Ukraine (Where he has been totally ineffective!), and fixing his broken Country, especially Immigration and Energy, and less time on interfering with those that are getting rid of the Iran Nuclear threat, thereby making the World, including Germany, a safer place!” Boom. The mask slipped. The vassal state that can’t keep the lights on, can’t seal its borders from the Third World tide, and can’t even pretend to deter Putin suddenly lectures the only adult in the room about “humiliation.” Fuck you, Merz. Fuck the entire post-1945 European pathology that produced you. Let’s speak the truth these salons will never stomach. Psychology of the Cuckold Continent. Europe isn’t just weak; it is pathologically dependent. Post-WWII, we pumped the Marshall Plan into a continent that had gutted itself twice in thirty years. We gave them the nuclear umbrella, the 70-plus percent of NATO’s actual combat power, the logistics backbone that lets their militaries play dress-up. In return they cultivated a psychic complex: moral superiority married to strategic impotence. It’s battered-spouse syndrome in reverse...the wife (America) keeps handing over the paycheck while the degenerate husband (Europe) drinks, cheats, lectures, and resents the very hand that feeds him. They hate us because we expose their castration. Every American strike that actually neutralizes a threat...whether Soleimani, bin Laden, or now the Iranian nuclear program...reminds them they lack the will, the balls, and the arsenal to do it themselves. Historical Betrayal on Steroids. NATO was forged to stop Stalin’s hordes from rolling to the Channel. Fine. Mission accomplished in 1991. What followed was the greatest strategic grift in history: Europe deliberately demilitarized, offshored its energy security to Putin’s pipelines, opened the gates to mass Islamic migration that now runs its no-go zones, and then had the nerve to call America “unilateralist” every time we lifted a finger. Germany...yes, the same Germany that once fielded Wehrmacht panzers...now fields a Bundeswehr that can barely muster a brigade without American airlift, fuel, and ammo. Their energy policy is a green suicide cult. Their immigration policy is national suicide by demography. And still they posture as the adults in the room. Military and Geopolitical Reality Check. The United States subsidizes European defense so Berlin and Paris can virtue-signal about climate accords and lecture us on “rules-based order” while Iranian proxies swarm the Red Sea and Russian artillery turns Ukrainian fields into moonscapes. Trump just reminded the world: when America moves against an existential nuclear threat, the planet...including the Euro-cucks...gets safer whether they like it or not. Merz’s bleating is projection. Germany is humiliated daily...by its own impotence, its own demographic replacement, its own energy poverty. The only humiliation America suffers is the self-inflicted kind: staying married to this welfare queen alliance. We are the abused wife who keeps coming back with fresh bruises and a new credit card. “But the kids!” they cry...meaning their precious European social model built on American blood and treasure. Bullshit. The kids grew up spoiled, soft, and sneering. Time for the divorce. GET THE FUCK OUT OF NATO. Let the continent that invented total war face the wolves it invited. Let Germany discover what actual security costs when the American ATM is closed and the 101st Airborne isn’t riding to the rescue. America First isn’t isolationism...it’s sanity. We will keep the seas open, the nukes ready, and the homeland defended. But subsidizing effete ingrates who piss on our boots while demanding we bleed for their mistakes? That era ends now. Trump sees it. The American people are waking to it. Europe had seventy years of the free ride. The bill is due. Pay it yourselves...or watch the house burn while you lecture the firemen on their tone. 💀

@nickshirleyy Bought a hoodie and for my daughter’s birthday, she loves it!!

Important to remember that none of the fraud being exposed to this level would have been possible without David. He investigated this on his own for years, and we exposed the fraud together. David is a patriot in the truest form. He doesn’t care about the recognition; he just wanted to help his country 🫡 A lot can be leared from David’s example and hopefully inspire others to make a difference in their own neighborhood.

@TJandCasper Traveler is a very handsome pup!

I pity da fool that try’s to gets I’m my truck.

@BuzzPatterson Dollar Store Obama.

Hakeem Jeffries nauseates me. How about you?

@BuzzPatterson Great story Buzz!! Thank you.

Hey kids, tonight’s “Buzz’s Bedtime Stories” is a thriller.  A really inconsequential anecdote, but an insightful one in understanding the Air Force “airlift community.” And the inherent risk of flying big jets. One morning, very early, I was scheduled to fly a C-141 mission from Charleston AFB, SC, to Navy Norfolk, VA, to Rota, Spain in the first day. And then down range into the Middle East for the next week. Normal stuff. Long days, cool adventures, and the experience of a lifetime! I was also flying with one of my best friends and was excited for the upcoming adventures. He was a blast, and there was never a shortage of things to talk about in the cockpit. He is a professional artist and a brilliant pilot. He drew the image attached. We arrived at NAS Norfolk to gas up for the long leg to Spain, file our flight plan, and upload our Navy cargo. Back in the day, we had to go into Base Operations to manually fill out an international flight plan. By hand. Thankfully, that has changed over the years. But, in the day, the pilots would head to “Base Ops” and file the flight plan, while our crew of flight engineers and loadmasters took care of the jet. Preflight, loading, unloading, it was a ballet. We grabbed a coffee at the passenger terminal after filing our flight, got back to the jet, performed our checklists, and took off for Spain. The runway at Navy Norfolk is relatively short, and I knew we were heavy. As we took off and reached takeoff decision speed, we were committed. Try to abort now, and we’d be off the end of the runway and onto a heavily trafficked roadway. Then probably into the water. Although I realized the jet wasn’t responding normally. Very sluggish. I took every last foot of the runway and finally rotated. It was all I had. We climbed to about 300 feet initially, and couldn’t climb any more. Power was all the way up. I didn’t have anything more other than to nurse our 325,000-pound aircraft into the sky. We were flying over the Norfolk Bay, inching up ever so slowly. Passing over ships with masts and sailboats, my inclination was to pick up my feet. We were that low. The cockpit was very silent as I tried to inch every bit of altitude and airspeed I could. Eventually, we started to eke out a climb. Very slowly and very grudgingly. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, we finally reached our cruise altitude for our flight over the Atlantic. Normally, it’s about a 20-minute climb. I hopped on the HF radios (long range) and chatted with our HQ. “Something’s off. Can you guys take a look when we get to Rota?”  “Of course,” they said. We seemed very heavy. And I’d been flying this aircraft forever. It felt like a part of me. Pilots develop that affinity for their machines. I know it sounds weird, but it’s true. Upon arrival in Spain and an uneventful landing, the Air Force impounded the plane. They tore into it and weighed the cargo. We went into crew rest, and I was contacted by the USAF routinely. They called me in my BOQ (Bachelor’s Officers' Quarters) room. They informed me that we were 25,000 pounds overweight. Our absolute max was 325,000 pounds, and we took off at 350,000. The Navy had hidden cargo within the pallets and fudged the numbers! And we almost died. Heads rolled back at Navy Norfolk. Several members of their load team were fired. The copilot and I went to the O’Club for a beer. Just another day flying “the big iron.”