The Bear Knows His Classified Material
First, bona fides. The Bear served in the 265th Army Security Agency Company (now called something else, he is sure) an XVIII Airborne Corps asset attached to the 101st Airborne (Air Assault) Division. He held a Top Secret Crypto clearance. His MOS was 98G (now has a different designation) for Arabic Linguist Voice Intercept.
What he mainly did was run around in the woods of Ft. Campbell, Kentucky doing radio direction finding and voice intercept while pretending other Screaming Eagles were some sort of Arabic-speaking enemies. In other words, tactical Electronic Warfare.
He used to joke that no Arab enemies invaded Kentucky on his watch. Nowadays, that doesn't seem so funny.
We called that sort of intelligence SIGINT. As you may have guessed, it stands for "signals intelligence." Some SIGINT can be further designated Special Intelligence. That means the very fact that we are obtaining it is a big secret, because the enemy might change things so it would become unavailable to us.
Then there is HUMINT: "human intelligence." (The Bear always got a cheap laugh out of that.) This is particularly tricky. It comes from a person with access to stuff we want to know who passes intel along to us. Like special intelligence, we don't want the people we are spying on to know about our guy on the ground. If the Bear has to explain why, then you have a bright future in Hillary Clinton's administration.
You are Never Careless With Intel. NEVER.
Hillary Clinton deliberately put our ability to gather intelligence, and the lives of our people on the ground in jeopardy. In 2012 there was an email about a "green on blue attack."
That was the year the Bear's son was downrange. He was an 11 Bravo, a paratrooper with the 82nd. He still amazes me. (His brother, too, who was a Korean language version of his dad.) He was attacked by Afghan "allies" the very first night in the FOB, with loss of life, including his sergeant and his teammate. The email happened to be about an October attack, and his attack was on March 1st. Even so, this is too close to home for the Bear.
Hillary's Selective Amnesia: Whitewater All Over Again
Hillary Clinton, when interviewed by the FBI, remembers nothing, of course, Again and again, she says, "I don't recall." It's deja vu from the Whitewater investigation. In the Bear's experience as a lawyer, people who pretend to suffer selective amnesia are lying. The Bear remembers Rush Limbaugh's Paul Shanklin song about her brain being "Jello" from way back then.
She cannot be president. Folks, this isn't even close. The Bear gets it. You don't like Trump. He's an ass. It doesn't matter. At least, not to the Bear. The Bear is outraged by this, because he appreciates how inexcusable and dangerous Hillary Clinton's mishandling of Top Secret material was.
He thinks about his son downrange, depending on people in government to keep his secrets.
Then the rare blue light shines in his eyes, and if you were to see him, you would never think of him as an adorable clown again.
Hillary Clinton must never be POTUS. She has completely disqualified herself by deliberately mishandling classified material. Forget that she will probably get us into another unnecessary war, consolidate the socialist state, and make a new Supreme Court. She has demonstrated a fundamental disregard for proper handling of the stuff that our national policy and war fighting depends upon.
You just don't do that. Ever.
The Bear reads this over and realizes he has not communicated the gravity of this matter. It is not just another scandal. Hillary didn't give a damn about the safety of my son, and many other sons and daughters. Not about our national security. Do you really want to see her president because you can't hold your nose and vote for Trump?