14 September 2017


For you paratroopers out there, September 15 marks the 73rd anniversary of the launch of Operation Market Garden ... the largest airborne operation ever ...as in EVER.

Even though it failed to "end the war" it was a gallant effort nonetheless with troopers from all the allied commands. 

The movie ain't bad, but the book is great. They both go by the title A Bridge Too Far. The movie starred "everybody" on both sides of the pond, and the book was written by Cornelius Ryan.

You might also want to check It Never Snows in September, by Robert Kershaw (a look at Market Garden from the German side), or Arnhem, by Major-General R. E. Urquhart (yes, THAT Urquhart).

05 July 2017


Especially liberal-run ones. They're just so ....fuzzy warm. And — thanks to such strict gun control — they're soooooo safe.  GO HERE

01 July 2017


One Republican (Congressman Justin Amash- R-MI) and 156 Democrats (a list of these asses is HERE) have said — by voting no against Kate's Law — it's OK for illegal immigrants to kill American women. Hell, it's OK to kill ANY American.

Spin this however you want, but the fact of the matter is that 157 self-absorbed, low rent, long-leeching idiots, think a non-citizen has more rights that YOUR wife, daughter, niece, aunt, etc., etc.

Kate's Law was named for Katie Steinle, a San Francisco woman murdered by an illegal immigrant who had been deported multiple (I believe it was five) times. She was killed July 1, 2015 by Juan Francisco Lopez-Sanches who shot her in the back with a .40 cal.

Kate's Law increases penalties for  deported aliens who are caught on return to the US (this in lieu of a fucking wall).

Another bill passed by the House denies federal grants to those sanctimonious purveyors of sanctuary city filth (better termed "shooting gallery cities").

Both bills passed the House.

Let's see what all those 'courageous' representatives (who live quite well on our dime) in the Senate do.

30 June 2017


I would have written this on Facebook, but for some reason, anything I write lately comes off with all kinds of weird spelling — so much so, that one Trumpette (a neuter noun, mind you)  accused me of drinking prior to posting.

So ...to avoid being slurred (which, by the way, I found quite offensive...in that case. But kids are kids), I'll do my posting from LRRP's World from now on.

Here's my proposal.


1) The President should cease and desist from using an un-monitored computer.

2) Tweets by President Trump are off limits for discussion. Tweets are for assholes. If he wants to be an asshole, that's his problem.

3) Trumpettes shall cease and desist from picking every mosquito-sized scab proffered, produced or otherwise published by media (this includes FOX, MSNBC or [God forbid] CNN, Al Jazeera, PBS). If you can't find better sources (and they exist!), then STF, because you really don't know what's happening, going on, or you're just an opinionated asshole, like the President. Unless you're getting your info from the National Enquirer. They, at least, vet the hell out of their sources, which is why they were nominated for a Pulitzer. The rest of the media gets Pulitzers for making news, not breaking it.

4) If you don't research anything you're pissed off about that emanates from the President, you can't comment on it.

SIGNED [electronically]

Gary P. Joyce

Those who want to have intelligent discourse please feel free to sign in. Those who have opinions (like assholes, we all have an opinion) stay on Facebook, please. — GPJ

31 May 2017


Sooooo. June 1, 1975. I’m dressed in white. White jacket, pants, shirt, shoes. So’s the girl who is supposed to be standing next me. Or so they tell me.

We’re at the Huntington Town House (Long Islanders know it, since most of us had our proms there.). There’s still time to back out of the deal.

We’re at the Townhouse instead of church because I just got back from getting divorced in Santo Domingo. It was close, but that’s what happens when you forget minor things like a previous marriage.

Linda — LA, the girl in white — was kidnapped by two of her guy friends who offered to buy her a plane ticket anywhere, as long as it was away from me. I don’t know this, but she’s on her way to JFK.

She’s late for the wedding


I’m standing there getting a little insertion antsy (a few of you know what that means)— and she’s still late and I’m getting knee-pumping nervous. I look at my buddy/best man, Danny. “She ain’t coming,” he says, and does that laugh that Danny always did. My other buddy, Jack, chimes in with the same sentiment. Jack’s a big guy so his snort sounds even worse than Danny’s.
Thanks, guys.

But she reallllly is late.

My future brother-in-law — all of 16 — hit’s me up for a $50.

There’s a good crowd. My family — mom, Kevin and The Chief —a whole crew from Aer Lingus and a bunch of her people with Italian surnames that all start with Joe, Rose or Angela. And that’s the McCarthy side of my — hopefully — future family.

Finally she shows … looking absolutely fucking radiant — and cool as always.

It’s pretty cool when it still feels the same 42 years later.

Okay … let’s not kid ourselves. But you know what I mean!

Happy 42 to me and LA …

20 April 2017


I made the mistake of commenting on something on The New York Times site.

Being published by the Grey Lady (the paper's age-old sobriquet) — for a writer — is a big deal. Unfortunately, I'm somewhat jaded in that I published there when I was a rookie writer, so the mystique was kinda' lost on me. Admittedly it looked good on my queries, but  (this is freelance writing bullshit ... bear with me).

Anyway ...

I made the mistake of commenting on an article written by someone who I think I used to debate and lecture with (he was anti-war, I was "pro" war [if there is such a thing]) back in the early 70s. We got along fine back then.

However ....

I mentioned in a "comment" that I knew the author.

Then some arrogant, self righteous elitist made some silly comment about about how proud he was for having been an anti-war protestor.

When I went back to respond, the subject was closed. (You can do that when your the mouthpiece of all that is liberal, glowing and unreal in the world.)

What I wanted to say to that little asshole and all the anti-war protestors of the Viet Nam era is this:

Since you are sooooo proud of what you did, please ALSO be soooo proud of supporting a genocide.

You chose to support those who literally committed genocide on the mountain tribesmen and the South Vietnamese army personnel. Of course, you only have to deal with abstract, not reality. I understand that. BUT ...you ARE responsible for a Nazi-like genocide. That's a fact.

I went back in 1994. I saw what YOU and your actions did.

Please sleep with that when you're feeling righteous.

Gary P. Joyce
RVN: 8/68-1/71

PS: It's time to go Kent State on all these KKK-chickenshit masked protestors.

23 February 2017



I've got a pen and I've got a phone - and I can use that pen to sign executive orders and take executive actions and administrative actions that move the ball forward. 

That's the good thing about being president, I can do whatever I want. 

We, the People, recognize that we have responsibilities as well as rights; that our destinies are bound together; that a freedom which only asks what's in it for me, a freedom without a commitment to others, a freedom without love or charity or duty or patriotism, is unworthy of our founding ideals, and those who died in their defense. 

I believe marriage is between a man and a woman. I am not in favor of gay marriage. But when you start playing around with constitutions, just to prohibit somebody who cares about another person, it just seems to me that's not what America's about. Usually, our constitutions expand liberties, they don't contract them.