Pennsylvania: Republican veteran who lost leg in Afghanistan running for Congress against incumbent Dem

“I look at this impeachment as a waste of time and a waste of tax dollars,” he said. “For the past few years, this has been the approach of the other side — trying to take the current commander in chief out of office, and it seems like all it’s doing is costing us money.”

FOX: Earl Granville is a Pennsylvania Army National Guard veteran who lost his leg while serving in Afghanistan. He now says he wants to give back to the people who helped him heal by representing their interests in Congress.

“I want to give back to the people here and continue to serve them, just like they served me,” he told Fox News. “It’s just so important for me to understand what these people need here. I want to be a good voice and representative for them.”

Granville, a Republican, announced his candidacy on Tuesday for the seat in Pennsylvania’s 8th Congressional District, currently held by Rep. Matt Cartwright, a Democrat.

Given that President Trump carried the district by nearly 10 points in 2016, it’s set to be one of the more notable congressional races nationwide. Cartwright, who has held the seat since 2013, still enjoyed strong support in his district, however.

“You look at the divide in Washington, D.C., and it’s caused a huge division among the people in the United States,” Granville, 36, said.

“I would like to get my foot in the door and get people to just do their jobs and be leaders to work together,” he continued. “I think when they start working together, no matter what their political differences are, you’re going to start seeing the people come together.” read more

Mansfield lovell DECEMBER 14, 2019 AT 12:32 PM
“Better yet, he could take his prosthetic leg off and beat his opponent about the head with it”

…you think you’re joking, but that’s a thing. I’ve seen it.

Back in the day when I was on squad, we had a frequent flyer who found out that money doesn’t change the man. He won a $4M lottery jackpot somehow and the first thing he did was go out and buy the biggest, baddest car he could find, which in the ’80’s, you could still get some pretty sweet muscle cars if you had the cash, so it was pretty bad.

The next thing he did was wreck it up GOOD, so much so he lost his leg.

He went back to his presumably now paid-off house in a middle class neighborhood that came complete with a backdoor neighbor he always had the most exciting feuds with, and learned to use his leg for perambulation purposes well enough to go after his neighbor, so we got to see lots of both of them with all kinds of cuts and contusions and stuff, never any weapons used so they never managed to kill each other, that I know of.

…well, at least ONE time, a weapon used.

…seems that Leanin’ Steven (Not his real name) decided on this particular occasion, since his leg had come unstrapped in the festivities and all, that it would, in fact, make a dandy club, which he proceeded to do. Actually, it’s kind of a sucky club because of the articulation that doesn’t lend itself to really laying down a swing or having it land exactly where you expect, but it was good enough to clock Surly Sam (also not his name), escalating the occasion to where LEO felt a more vigorous response was needed, so they handed out some bruises of their own, quieted both combatants, and sent for the magic bus of which Supernightshade was the right hand man on that particular evening.

We normally didn’t have that big a deal schlepping him, but we were informed pretty quick that his leg wouldn’t be making the journey with him as it was now seized as evidence due to its newfound role as a potentially lethal weapon. No big, we took Leaning Steve and got him situated while the squad captain called down a second unit for Surly, as they wouldn’t be good travelling companions for obvious reasons.

Then he routed us both to the same hospital, pretty much a bucolic sort of relaxed one that didn’t have much of a security presence at the time.

We dropped Leanin’ in one bay while the other unit dropped Surly in another, again in places the hospital assigned, and all was peaceful long enough for us to start the massive task of retiring to the squad room and writing the requisite book on both these funguys, with extra care seeing as how it was pretty much a “lock” it would be on the table at some trials, and discussed by some high-hats who may have a few questions for US while they were at it.

…well, that had to wait as some screaming and things falling suggested that all was not well on Fast Track that night, because Surly found out about Steve and decided their personal business was not concluded, and that it would be fun to continue proceedings in a more clinical venue.

Our own LEOs had decamped because it was not in their jurisdiction and they were satisfactorily delivered, and the hospital for God knows what reason decided their own security was adequate until such time as the local yokels could arrive at a leisurely Code 2. This mean there was no uniformed presence in the area to disrupt the resumed festivities but two squad crews and a security guard who, as far as we could tell in a hurry, was off somewhere with a newspaper and his pants around his ankles, which isn’t a great fighting posture )although it could inspire disarming laughter if his junk was small or a dangling turd were to break off during the attempted cuffing), so no help there, we got to sit on top of BOTH combatants, because Leglacking Lou was in no way out of the fight although it was mostly ground game, and hospitals being full of sharp pointy things and a plethora of poisons, aren’t on the whole great places to let the unholy rollers continue rolling.

…just an aside, fighting patients as a medic REALLY sucks. First, it takes some explaining to the jury why you were doing MORE damage, and second, you are obliged to TREAT whatever additional damage may be inflicted as soon as the combatants are quietened. So we sat on them.

Happily, Herbert Hero had hastily (I hope) wiped, completed his crossword, and appeared after we had done most of the work, and the local LEO talent arrived around the same time because some thoughtful nurse (no cellphones then) thought to invite them to quicken their pace, so we were able to again separate the gladiators, put One Side Steve back on his cot so the docs could ascertain his OLD damage, the damage the FIRST police had done to him, the damage that WE did to him, the damage the SECOND police had done to him, and what to do about his stump pain since he was lacking his fake limb still; but Surly Sam proved to be a bit more of a challenge even to our doughy representatives of civil order, apparently since HE had leg to stand on and did so, and – in fairness – the POs were somewhat reluctant to shoot the fellow in a hospital oveure, and so attempted to wrestle him into a squad car instead.

Which must have had an oil leak or something, because he managed to, uh, “fall down” a few times in the gravelly hospital parking lot despite the close, loving assistance of two honked cops, earning himself yet more damage and a newfound yen to be very cooperative with the hospital folks, us included, and go into an actual walled exam room they had for more – difficult – cases, with a fellow wearing a Sam Browne belt paying rapt attention to him from that point on, should he need additional assistance or something.

…so, one leg, tons of chaos. I think we deforested some significant part of wherever our squad logs came from (no electronic records then) just in the ensuing write-up and also covering ourselves with hospital and Workers’ Comp claim forms for having to participate in rolling around on middlingly clean hospital floors and getting blood around a few minor wounds that both combatants exchanged with us in turn in their lust for each other’s throats. Also, quite a mess in the ER and I’m sure the other patients were less than thrilled with their hospital experience that day, but that part was beyond my purview or concern, so I hope they had a nice day afterwards.

I mean, they COULD have HELPED…

…So don’t tell ME that an artificial limb can’t be used in combat.

You won’t have a LEG to stand on…

5 Comments on Pennsylvania: Republican veteran who lost leg in Afghanistan running for Congress against incumbent Dem

Will Saturday, 14 December 2019, 12:15 at 12:15 pm

Go for it! You can still kick the crap out of that democrat.

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Anonymous Saturday, 14 December 2019, 12:27 at 12:27 pm

OT….I just got a notice from my election board in commiefornia that if I want to vote for President I have to re-register as a Republican. However there was no provision for Republican on the form. Only Libertarian, Independent and of course Demorat. To register as a Republican you have to go online and change your status there. How many people will do that? Especially the elderly who don’t do the internet and there are many more than you think.

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Mansfield lovell Saturday, 14 December 2019, 12:32 at 12:32 pm

Better yet, he could take his prosthetic leg off and beat his opponent about the head with it

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Supernightshade Saturday, 14 December 2019, 13:12 at 1:12 pm

Mansfield lovell DECEMBER 14, 2019 AT 12:32 PM
“Better yet, he could take his prosthetic leg off and beat his opponent about the head with it”

…you think you’re joking, but that’s a thing. I’ve seen it.

Back in the day when I was on squad, we had a frequent flyer who found out that money doesn’t change the man. He won a $4M lottery jackpot somehow and the first thing he did was go out and buy the biggest, baddest car he could find, which in the ’80’s, you could still get some pretty sweet muscle cars if you had the cash, so it was pretty bad.

The next thing he did was wreck it up GOOD, so much so he lost his leg.

He went back to his presumably now paid-off house in a middle class neighborhood that came complete with a backdoor neighbor he always had the most exciting feuds with, and learned to use his leg for perambulation purposes well enough to go after his neighbor, so we got to see lots of both of them with all kinds of cuts and contusions and stuff, never any weapons used so they never managed to kill each other, that I know of.

…well, at least ONE time, a weapon used.

…seems that Leanin’ Steven (Not his real name) decided on this particular occasion, since his leg had come unstrapped in the festivities and all, that it would, in fact, make a dandy club, which he proceeded to do. Actually, it’s kind of a sucky club because of the articulation that doesn’t lend itself to really laying down a swing or having it land exactly where you expect, but it was good enough to clock Surly Sam (also not his name), escalating the occasion to where LEO felt a more vigorous response was needed, so they handed out some bruises of their own, quieted both combatants, and sent for the magic bus of which Supernightshade was the right hand man on that particular evening.

We normally didn’t have that big a deal schlepping him, but we were informed pretty quick that his leg wouldn’t be making the journey with him as it was now seized as evidence due to its newfound role as a potentially lethal weapon. No big, we took Leaning Steve and got him situated while the squad captain called down a second unit for Surly, as they wouldn’t be good travelling companions for obvious reasons.

Then he routed us both to the same hospital, pretty much a bucolic sort of relaxed one that didn’t have much of a security presence at the time.

We dropped Leanin’ in one bay while the other unit dropped Surly in another, again in places the hospital assigned, and all was peaceful long enough for us to start the massive task of retiring to the squad room and writing the requisite book on both these funguys, with extra care seeing as how it was pretty much a “lock” it would be on the table at some trials, and discussed by some high-hats who may have a few questions for US while they were at it.

…well, that had to wait as some screaming and things falling suggested that all was not well on Fast Track that night, because Surly found out about Steve and decided their personal business was not concluded, and that it would be fun to continue proceedings in a more clinical venue.

Our own LEOs had decamped because it was not in their jurisdiction and they were satisfactorily delivered, and the hospital for God knows what reason decided their own security was adequate until such time as the local yokels could arrive at a leisurely Code 2. This mean there was no uniformed presence in the area to disrupt the resumed festivities but two squad crews and a security guard who, as far as we could tell in a hurry, was off somewhere with a newspaper and his pants around his ankles, which isn’t a great fighting posture )although it could inspire disarming laughter if his junk was small or a dangling turd were to break off during the attempted cuffing), so no help there, we got to sit on top of BOTH combatants, because Leglacking Lou was in no way out of the fight although it was mostly ground game, and hospitals being full of sharp pointy things and a plethora of poisons, aren’t on the whole great places to let the unholy rollers continue rolling.

…just an aside, fighting patients as a medic REALLY sucks. First, it takes some explaining to the jury why you were doing MORE damage, and second, you are obliged to TREAT whatever additional damage may be inflicted as soon as the combatants are quietened. So we sat on them.

Happily, Herbert Hero had hastily (I hope) wiped, completed his crossword, and appeared after we had done most of the work, and the local LEO talent arrived around the same time because some thoughtful nurse (no cellphones then) thought to invite them to quicken their pace, so we were able to again separate the gladiators, put One Side Steve back on his cot so the docs could ascertain his OLD damage, the damage the FIRST police had done to him, the damage that WE did to him, the damage the SECOND police had done to him, and what to do about his stump pain since he was lacking his fake limb still; but Surly Sam proved to be a bit more of a challenge even to our doughy representatives of civil order, apparently since HE had leg to stand on and did so, and – in fairness – the POs were somewhat reluctant to shoot the fellow in a hospital oveure, and so attempted to wrestle him into a squad car instead.

Which must have had an oil leak or something, because he managed to, uh, “fall down” a few times in the gravelly hospital parking lot despite the close, loving assistance of two honked cops, earning himself yet more damage and a newfound yen to be very cooperative with the hospital folks, us included, and go into an actual walled exam room they had for more – difficult – cases, with a fellow wearing a Sam Browne belt paying rapt attention to him from that point on, should he need additional assistance or something.

…so, one leg, tons of chaos. I think we deforested some significant part of wherever our squad logs came from (no electronic records then) just in the ensuing write-up and also covering ourselves with hospital and Workers’ Comp claim forms for having to participate in rolling around on middlingly clean hospital floors and getting blood around a few minor wounds that both combatants exchanged with us in turn in their lust for each other’s throats. Also, quite a mess in the ER and I’m sure the other patients were less than thrilled with their hospital experience that day, but that part was beyond my purview or concern, so I hope they had a nice day afterwards.

I mean, they COULD have HELPED…

…So don’t tell ME that an artificial limb can’t be used in combat.

You won’t have a LEG to stand on…

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PHenry Saturday, 14 December 2019, 13:14 at 1:14 pm

Godspeed good sir. We could use 200 more of such individuals to join Jim Jordan, Matt Gaetz, Ratcliffe, and other rock ribbed conservative warriors.

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