The VA is Still “Dysfunctional” with “Unaccountability at Every Level”

Doctors, staffers, and a top official are captured on hidden camera speaking about the problems that continue to plague the Department of Veterans Affairs. VA doctor tells undercover Project Veritas journalist: “We’re way below water in terms of the ability to supply, to meet the requests that’s demanded.” According to VA Undersecretary/ Brigadier General: “Once you’ve entered the appeals process all bets are off, the only solution to that is changing the law or more people.”

This coupled with the story about the veteran who was turned down service at a Georgia VA clinic just proves the government has zero capability to run health services in this country.

First Lt. Clayton Nattier poses for a portrait after receiving the medals he earned for his service during WWII. Three WWII veteran prisoners of war are awarded the medals they earned but never received by Ed Perlmutter, Colorado’s seventh district representative, on Thursday, July 2, 2015 at Red Rocks Community College in Lakewood, Colorado. (Photo by Callaghan O'Hare/The Denver Post) @callaghan_ohare #wwii #veteran #vet #ww2 #wwiivet #pow #lakwewoodco


Assault of Fort Bliss Soldier Sgt James Brown inside El Paso County Jail by Riot Police

Texas War Veteran Dies In Custody Telling Guards ‘I Can’t Breath’ 20Times

‘Brown, 26, was an active-duty soldier at Fort Bliss in Texas who has served two tours of combat duty in Iraq. He had no previous criminal record.

When he self-reported to the El Paso County Jail in July 2012 to serve a short sentence for driving while intoxicated, he said in writing that he was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, according to jail records’

Watch what happened next.

‘The family’s attorneys, Jason Bowles and B.J. Crow, said the video poses some serious questions about the county jail’s treatment of Brown.

When a 26-year-old man checks into jail for a court imposed sentence on a Friday, and he leaves Sunday in a casket, something went horribly wrong there,“ said Crow.

Brown’s family said he had shown no history of sickle cell crisis and that they believe his treatment in jail caused the medical emergency.

Crow added the claimed stress that brought about Brown’s sickle cell crisis at the jail was apparently more stress than the soldier had undergone while twice coming under fire during combat.

He was bleeding out the ears, the nose, the mouth, his kidney’s shut down, his blood pressure dropped to a very dangerous level, and his liver shut down,” said Crow.

Brown’s family, meanwhile, wanted the public to know what happened to him at the El Paso County jail’                        /source/

Here is another illustration of the American Law enforcement system. James’ family wants the story became public, I hope that we will help to fulfill their will. In fact, such cases usually stay a mystery to the public, this time motherfuckers responsible for the murder won’t escape punishment.

I’m sure this is not the only case occurred in this prison. If the cops patrolling the streets are a real danger to people, then imagine how dangerous it’s to deal with the cops who work with prisoners. Damn! It’s so wrong…

#James Brown #LawEnforcementAbuse #Texas 

Surprise Veterans Reunion Highlights Brenau Graduation Ceremony

When Brenau University President Ed Schrader gave his welcoming remarks at the 2015 commencement, he gave a special acknowledgment to the active duty military personnel and veterans among the graduating class. Schrader singled out one veteran: Debra Cooper from Winder, Georgia, who was about to receive a diploma for a Master of Occupational Therapy degree.

Not only had Cooper served in the U.S. Army herself, Schrader said, but also her daughter, Staff Sgt. Markita James of Dublin, Georgia, was currently serving in Afghanistan.
Then Schrader corrected himself.

“Actually Sgt. James is not in Afghanistan,” he said. “She is here so that she could be with her mother at graduation.”

James had stealthily positioned herself in the audience behind the graduating class, but when Schrader said the words “not in Afghanistan,” mom Cooper got the hint and began frantically looking around. The run-hug-squeal-cry mother and daughter re-union became an instant “YouTube” moment.

“She’s my she-ro,” James later said about her mother.

Read the full article at the URL and view a photo gallery from graduation at


It’s impolite to stare. But when it comes to severely injured soldiers, maybe we don’t look enough; or maybe we’d rather not see wounded veterans at all.

That’s the message you get from photographer David Jay’s Unknown Soldier series. Jay spent three years taking portraits of veterans returning from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, but before that — for nearly 20 years — he was a fashion photographer. His stylish, artful images appeared in magazines like Vogue and Cosmopolitan.

“The fashion stuff is beautiful and sexy — and completely untrue,” he says.

Truth became the focus of Jay’s work for the first time about 10 years ago, when he started The SCAR Project, a series of portraits of women, naked from the waist up, with mastectomy scars. Around the time he was taking those photos, he was also trying to comprehend the news coming from Iraq and Afghanistan.

“We hear about ‘this number of men were killed’ and 'this many were injured,’” Jay says, “and we think of them — maybe they got shot — or we don’t really picture what these injured men look like.”

It’s Not Rude: These Portraits Of Wounded Vets Are Meant To Be Stared At

Photos: Courtesy of David Jay/Unknown Soldier

RE: veterans

You know that feeling after you finish a series of books? Or when you finish a really amazing TV show? 

That feeling of wistfulness. Feeling like you have no idea what you’re going to do next? 

Multiply that feeling by 1000. 

When i came home, the world had changed. I was gone for more than a year, and in that time i went from thinking the Sidekick was the most amazing phone to buying an iphone. 

Imagine missing everything that happened at home for a year. 

It was so hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that life kept going while i was gone. A year is a long time to be deployed. It’s even longer for those we love to be without us. 

I came home and spent my days begging for something to happen. I lived an adrenaline filled rush for more than a year and came home to an apartment and a cat and nothing else. 

What do you do with yourself after you’ve been on an adventure? 

So many of us have died because we don’t know how to come home. 

I haven’t been able to hold down a steady job for more than a few months since i came home. I’ve been unable to commit myself to anything. I avoid treatment because of my anxiety. 

I didn’t have someone teaching me how to be a civilian when i came home. I still don’t have it right. I’m so lost. 

I’m broke and sick. Sad and broken. 

I don’t have the money to fix me. And i can’t make money till i fix this. 

How is it that so many politicians say they support the troops and yet, i feel abandoned? 

My Life Driving Uber as an Iraq War Veteran with PTSD

Stuck on my dashboard where everyone can see is my Combat Infantry Badge. It’s a medal given to soldiers “who personally fought in active ground combat… engaged in active ground combat, to close with and destroy the enemy with direct fires.” It’s supposed to be a conversation starter, a way to bridge the gap between the passengers who are constantly coming in and going out of my car.

Almost no one notices it, or they notice it and just don’t care.

I’ve picked up countless fares and only two have asked me what it was. When I told them it was an award I earned in Iraq, one guy went on a monologue—to impress me, I guess—about a distant relative of his who was in the Special Forces. The other said nothing beyond, “Oh.”

Far more people ask me why I have a plain black-and-white Uber decal on my windshield and not one of those “cool” glow-in-the-dark ones instead. Others ask why I don’t also have a pink mustache. But mostly my passengers spend the ride staring down at their phones, treating me like a machine while my thoughts drift, inevitably, to the voiceovers from Taxi Driver that have been rattling around in my head for months.

Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.

Except I’m not standing up. I’m sitting down, watching the city fly past my windshield.


World War II veteran from Belarus Konstantin Pronin, 86, sits on a bench as he waits for his comrades at Gorky park during Victory Day in Moscow, Russia, on Monday, May 9, 2011. Konstantin comes to this place every year after WWII finished. This year he was the only person from the unit.

COPS: We all know how bad you want to imagine that you’re in a combat zone. We see daily how quick you are to draw down on an unarmed black person. We watch as you dress yourself in military gear, military weapons and shield yourself in a military mentality. 

I have news for you:

You’re cops. Not rangers. 

The gear I see you wearing is the same gear i saw my best friends die wearing… In iraq. In combat. The weapons you carry and point at peaceful protesters, I used in combat. And let me tell you something: If i EVER pointed my weapon at an innocent civilian or someone i did not intend to kill, my ass would get chewed the fuck up. And yet, i see groups of you pointing your rifles at AMERICANS with your fingers on the trigger, safety off, ready to kill someone. 

Every time i see a group of you walking down the street or buzzing down the road in a squad car i see an occupying force. I see presence patrols. I imagine that the Iraqi people saw me the same way America sees you.

You occupy our streets and live outside of normal American society. You isolate yourselves. You stand secluded from the rest of us so you can more easily see us as someone to shoot at. I know your mentality. I lived it. 

Your toxic masculinity and inflamed bravado can be smelled from miles away. You love your gear. You love wearing your tactical vests because you think it’s cool. 

You’re supposed to be our protectors, part of the community. You’re supposed to be walking the beat and interacting with families and small business owners. Instead you intimidate the people around you. The people of this country don’t trust you to do the right thing anymore. You’re dogs with the taste of blood. 

Remember, you’re cops, not rangers.

Dress for the job you have, not the job you want.   

Help a vet and his family

Hey guys, I never ever post, and hardly ever repost these because I don’t want to bombard people with posts they’ve already seen or what not. I know times are hard for everyone right now, but I have a great friend with two lovely children that are having difficulty even eating right now.

He’s a veteran, and VA has been screwing him over with benefits, and debt companies are garnishing his wife’s pay, illegally. It was hard enough for them to find a place to live recently, but they really need help and it would mean a lot to me if you guys could pass around his gofundme, or even donate. I know I don’t have a lot of followers, but I want to help him in some way.

Please if you can reblog this for me it would mean a lot. His gofundme is here.