Friday, December 14, 2018


He covers the ignorant with nitric acid, explosives and a dead pan delivery. He and Sunny are some of my favorite humorists in the age after Wiley Post and Will Rogers


Thursday, December 13, 2018


Press shocked that President Trump isn't asking them to attend his Christmas party at the White House this year. I think it's funny and the only way it could be funnier is if he invited them to the altpress party in Washington's sewers. Srsly, it's like the vapid airheads running the largest news networks in the world just don't get it that their constant, non-stop, incessant attacks on the man largely leave him with a deeper and deeper abiding hatred of them. Srsly?
The decision is hardly shocking, given Trump’s constant attacks on "fake news" and the overwhelmingly negative coverage of him and his administration. In recent weeks, the White House pulled the credentials of CNN's Jim Acosta after he refused to give up the microphone at a news conference and restored his pass only after the network filed a lawsuit.
I haven't even bothered to look but I think President Trump has held roughly 256,000,000 more press conferences in the last two years then both Hillary and obama combined. Where was the press then?


All of a sudden we lost sonar. It's not a big deal unless you're mine hunting with sonar. CIC had repeaters for anything the bridge had. They were right there in front of me and showed that our engines were near their limits for driving the ship backwards. That prop wash completely wipes out sonar at any depth we used in the fields.

Even in the blacked out CIC, I had the con. I was the one driving the ship. I didn't order flank reverse and never would (I was CHENG and reverse power blows the hell out of weaker engine head gaskets.) So I didn't do it, while wearing a rig that made my every breathing word audible to every single person on the 1MC which included the helmsman and lee helmsman. 

At which point came the voice of the aft lookout on the 1MC screaming that there was a mine we were now backing into.

We found the rest on my way out of the mine field.

People reach positions of power far beyond their acumen. They are dangerous. They will kill you.

Allow me to tell you just precisely who those people are:

They graduated from Harvard.
They graduated from Yale.
They graduated from Princeton.

If you can kill them before they take office, we all might survive. To be honest, if I still had them, I'd nuke every single one of them. They are nothing less than the utter embodiment of absolute evil. They love and snuggle with Cuba and Venezuela and they're too obtuse and stupid to realize how devastating socialism is.

Yea, the pitch. 3 full feet in reverse. Waukeshas could barely handle that, my home ship would have exploded as every single cylinder blew out on Packard's. Been there, done that, a lot.

What was amazing to me that it was my DCA who gave the order over the Bitch Box to Main Control and he knew better. 

He's probably a Congressman or Senator by now.

Tuesday, December 11, 2018


This is a science anyone in ice country should know. Unfortunately there is absolutely nobody in charge who teaches it. All those rotten b@stards say, "stay off the ice". As one of them in spades, stay off the ice!

This is a lesson on how to survive being an idiot and falling through the ice

I death rolled a laser about 20 times on the downwind leg of a race under the Throgs Neck Bridge in late November. There was no ice but there sure as hell was a suspicion there would have been if it wasn't thoroughly polluted by New York, New York. I don't even want to think about what kept the surface from forming ice. At least, in Newport, you had a reasonable expectation that the ice you were breathing in Frost Biting was mostly seawater.

Oh sure, looks harmless in summer.


I have done all that can be done to keep those little bast@ards out. I am sick to death finding bats up here every time I venture to the Bat Cave.

If I am forced to I will use grenades.

The books on the left were all written by me and sometimes I dive in to a different era. Not lately though, on account of the damned bats living on top of them.

I had a little help with the sign for the window.


The definition has changed since then but all these die-hard anti-trumpers are left wondering why hasn't two years of special prosecutial hell on earth star chamber investigation into trump led to charges. Every single crime of the clintons is simply glossed and air brushed out of the feature.

Some of us wonder if the special hell is reserved for people with IQs in the 60s, you know, the special hell.

Sunday, December 9, 2018


I'm looking for the source of a dimly remembered quote from a story I read, "oh no, there is most of heaven and all of hell between the current state and war."

It's proving elusive and the maddening thing is I don't know if it's of recent vintage or something from Paradise Lost.

From the not too distant past and Writer-At-Arms, Robert Frezza,
“No, Juffrou Bruwer, it is not. There is most of heaven and all of hell between the unstable situation that exists and war. Until the Afrikaner nation has taken up arms or until I say fiat justitita, ruat caelum, let justice be done though the skies fall, there is no war.” 
Immediately, he softened his voice. “I realize that the heavens appear to be falling around you. You, Burgemeester Beyers, a few others, are straddling a widening abyss. Still, however likely it may be that war will manifest itself within this next week, it is not yet, and I greatly dislike inaccuracy.” 
“I do not understand you. Are you saying there is no war?” she asked, the unexpected way in which he expressed his thoughts dulling her intellect. 
Vereshchagin ran his thumb across the surface of the pipe he was holding in his hands. “May I clarify? The situation is volatile and unstable. Within a very few days, if no cause intervenes, the fanatics who initiated this sterile conflict will begin to suppress moderation. Yet as a nation, at this moment in history the Afrikaners have not yet chosen a course of action. Your work with Shimazu, I take it, has given you an understanding of the narrowness of the support the fanatics presently enjoy.” She made no answer for several minutes. “Are you saying that there does not have to be war?” she asked solemnly.
The above was written as fiction about war on another planet. The author worked for the CIA or State or one of the other shadow governments and yet it is very much a paradigm of our times. We in the West are kind of settled and it is the darker war that we fear now. We know who the dark are but since none of us are butted up against their countries, we pretend not to know or fear. Every single one of them is primed to explode.

At the end of the day, there is a little problem with multi-culti.

It isn't real. It is nothing more than a fiction that people of the West believe in the face of 80% of islamics who are quite willing to set alight those who screwed up and think they can get away with a little thing like Apostasy


I'm more than tired of these deep states shits. I would ask if there was anyone to rid us of these turbulent scum but the idiot that leaped to answer would shoot all the wrong people.


Is it ignorance or apathy? Hey, I don't know and I don't care.

Jimmy Buffett

1. When you come to a fork in the road, take it.

2. You can observe a lot by just watching.

3. It ain’t over till it’s over.

4. It’s like déjà vu all over again.

5. No one goes there nowadays, it’s too crowded.

6. Baseball is 90% mental and the other half is physical.

7. A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.

8. Always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise they won’t come to yours.

9. We made too many wrong mistakes.

10. Congratulations. I knew the record would stand until it was broken.

11. You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I’m not hungry enough to eat six.

12. You wouldn’t have won if we’d beaten you.

13. I usually take a two-hour nap from one to four.

14. Never answer an anonymous letter.

15. Slump? I ain’t in no slump… I just ain’t hitting.

16. How can you think and hit at the same time?

17. The future ain’t what it used to be.

18. I tell the kids, somebody’s gotta win, somebody’s gotta lose. Just don’t fight about it. Just try to get better.

19. It gets late early out here.

20. If the people don’t want to come out to the ballpark, nobody’s going to stop them.

21. We have deep depth.

22. Pair up in threes.

23. Why buy good luggage, you only use it when you travel.

24. You’ve got to be very careful if you don’t know where you are going, because you might not get there.

25. All pitchers are liars or crybabies.

26. Even Napoleon had his Watergate.

27. Bill Dickey is learning me his experience.

28. He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.

29. It was impossible to get a conversation going, everybody was talking too much.

30. I can see how he (Sandy Koufax) won twenty-five games. What I don’t understand is how he lost five.

31. I don’t know (if they were men or women fans running naked across the field). They had bags over their heads.

32. I’m a lucky guy and I’m happy to be with the Yankees. And I want to thank everyone for making this night necessary.

33. I’m not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did.

34. In baseball, you don’t know nothing.

35. I never blame myself when I’m not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up, I change bats. After all, if I know it isn’t my fault that I’m not hitting, how can I get mad at myself?

36. I never said most of the things I said.

37. It ain’t the heat, it’s the humility.

38. If you ask me anything I don’t know, I’m not going to answer.

39. I wish everybody had the drive he (Joe DiMaggio) had. He never did anything wrong on the field. I’d never seen him dive for a ball, everything was a chest-high catch, and he never walked off the field.

40. So I’m ugly. I never saw anyone hit with his face.

41. Take it with a grin of salt.

42. (On the 1973 Mets) We were overwhelming underdogs.

43. The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase.

44. Little League baseball is a very good thing because it keeps the parents off the streets.

45. Mickey Mantle was a very good golfer, but we weren’t allowed to play golf during the season; only at spring training.

46. You don’t have to swing hard to hit a home run. If you got the timing, it’ll go.

47. I’m lucky. Usually you’re dead to get your own museum, but I’m still alive to see mine.

48. If I didn’t make it in baseball, I won’t have made it workin’. I didn’t like to work.

49. If the world were perfect, it wouldn’t be.

50. A lot of guys go, ‘Hey, Yog, say a Yogi-ism.’ I tell ’em, ‘I don’t know any.’ They want me to make one up. I don’t make ’em up. I don’t even know when I say it. They’re the truth. And it is the truth. I don’t know.

I ate a late dinner just now and laughed out loud at some of his words. I wish I had that power.


Night fell many hours ago. OK, didn't fall, it was tripped and pushed over only to be mugged but I did mean to write something light this evening. It actually featured my favorite mongoose who did, ultimately, make a cameo in the very very very long post you won't see because once we left Nag dead we sort of went crazy writing which is a hazard of the profession.

We had a dinner party tonight which was fun, enjoyable, wonderful, rich in exotic food (corned beef on  rye) and much other good stuff. Unfortunately for the blog, it brought out the pompous in me. You don't want to see me being all pompous.

When it happens, I think back to a couple of aviating gentlemen bloggers who could take the pompous out with total class. I think the exile in Portales would cavil at being called a gentlemen. Tough. I outrank him. I'm pretty sure Lex would have agreed with me.

I would like to think it is a night of reverie.............and it is.......for values of is.

Just waiting for the crew to have all gone to bed.........we had about 6 kinds of yummy dessert that I missed and which is waiting in the kitchen for me softly calling my name. I hear and obey.

Friday, December 7, 2018


It was supposed to be a simple there and back again. Easy peasy. I worked in customer service jobs, heck, I was Fleet Liaison for all our fleets for almost 5 years. This evening took the biscuit, the french toast, all the chocolate cake and the coconut cake leftovers.

I joined a line of about 20 customers to buy some meat. Yeah, yeah, my bad. I like meat!

I stood in that line for almost 15 minutes while it didn't move because there were customer service types, 8 EIGHT OF THEM right there on the other side of the counter.

Every single one of them studiously ignoring us. No kidding. One or two would glance at all the waiting customers and then go back to ignoring us.

I reached my limit and the two loaves of rye bread I was holding in line, I tossed them over my shoulder as I headed out the door.

Every now and then, the shape of reality is shown to me and I see it. This was downtown Mordor and I had just had a wonderful interaction at all levels at a different food shop deeper into Mordor but where 100% of the staff and the owner were pleasant, nice and helpful. Vienna is running 0 for 2.


As a rule, I don't do posts about the past. On the other hand, the past caught up to me this week in a large way and I liked it.

It's the day America remembers that we let our fleet get slaughtered by Japan because we had absolute idiots in charge.

No thing has changed since 1941. You would have to be a chump to believe different. Me? When I was still in the uniform, I used to wonder why we had every kind of service ship in San Diego at our second largest west coast base but there was not one single solitary cruiser or destroyer allowed to radiate or protect the base because that would interfere with garage doors in Chula Vista. Yeah, the Russians could have Pearl Harbored us again any time they wanted. Let us thank God they were not blood thirsty killers.

Srsly people. You're supposed to learn from history.

Thursday, December 6, 2018


I ran across this today. I really liked that show. I never saw it in broadcast but I own it now.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018


Out of the blue last night I heard from the one I love as a daughter. Haven't really heard from her in years. She is still nought but a young teen in high school and will be forever young in my reckoning of ages. Because the universe exults in irony, I had been listening to a rarely heard song from my youth that I remember listening to when picking up my sister at softball practice a long time ago.

Tuesday, December 4, 2018


From one of the usual places.


I read this story about a man who has been sailing the seven seas for the last thirteen years on the same ship. He hasn't gone ashore in ages and these days he is just about blind but still he sails. He has settled into a routine. That was where I heard the distant echo of another man at sea in eternity as he fled from his nemesis.. It was a good story and yes, the two men in the story settled into a routine. On the gripping hand, one of them had died over a hundred thousand years earlier.

Fiction is fairly rich in stories of the man who sailed forever. It includes the stories by Larry Niven and The Boat of a Million Years by Poul Anderson and any number of other stories that probably had their start before time was recorded but in my case started with the The Man Without a Country by Everett Hale.

I saw the stories about the giant liner that one can buy passage on to sail on forever about 14 years ago. A few years ago I read the zombie apocalypse by Ringo and it didn't seem like a good deal to me. Then too, I spent quite a bit of my own time at sea.

Mind you, I don't think it is a bad way to spend time. I certainly enjoyed that life.

Monday, December 3, 2018


This was true to a sad extent. A dozen men out there on the street after midnight, a crying women and all of us armed with guns, knives, baseball bats...... and she said no, she was just crying and don't hit him.

And out of the blue this followed.

We aren't always there. I've brought guns and knives to the "No NO NO! a time or two. One feels
a little silly standing there armed to the teeth for confrontation and hearing, "no no". We persevere and say, "just you stand up and come to my side of the street and say that, that's all and I'll go away." And they do and you go back inside.

Some of us were raised on the story of Kitty Genovese and we are not ever going to let that happen on our watch. But it ultimately isn't our call. In the half dozen calls I've never once had the girl accept our offer of help. On the other hand, each case seemed to resolve without violence then or later.


It is almost hard to believe that the ever obtuse Maureen Dowd of the New York Times slime rag penned this about the Clintons this week.
Nothing they have done lately suggests that they have learned anything, including their obtuse post-#MeToo comments about Monica Lewinsky, who has been far more candid and sympathetic in the 20th anniversary retellings of the impeachment saga. The Clintons are still unable to hold themselves accountable. The formerly golden couple who dominated their party for nearly three decades is traveling North America in a bubble, shockingly un-self-aware.
It was her and those like her that relentlessly, persistently failed to remove the scales from their eyes and see those two as they really are. Not one single aspect or characteristic of either Clinton has changed one iota since Dowd, the New York Times and every democrat in the world swooned over how wonderful the two of them were and how good they were for America.

It is hard to believe that she just outed herself and all the rest like her as hopeless dupes.

Sunday, December 2, 2018



Ripped off from Gunsmoke and Knitting.

I watch the River Dance and the rest of Irish Dance and think of the flow. I like it.

Saturday, December 1, 2018


He was, for all his faults, a naval aviator who flew against the Empire of Japan in World War II. He was a far better man than Clinton ever was and even with all the decades after leaving behind his final office, he was better than any who came after him or tried to be his rival. It was under his Presidency that the decades long Cold War finally came to an end we could all cheer for because there really was no loser in that War save those who fought and died and were wounded in the proxy wars that culminated in an enduring peace.

LTJG Bush piloting an Avenger in World War II

United States Ambassador to the United Nations
Chairman of the Republican National Committee
Envoy to China
Director of the CIA
As Vice President he stood fast after the assassination attempt on President Reagan.
As President, ended the Cold War with the fall of the Berlin Wall and collapse of the USSR.
Led the nation as it fought the 100 hour war that gutted Iraq in the First Gulf War.

A lifetime of service to the Nation.

I would just like to add for the sake of George jr., I was out of town and living in a tent on Ford Island in Hawaii when President Nixon died. I was midway between San Diego and San Francisco when President Reagan died and I was away in Ann Arbor when President Bush died. George, if you want to pay me to stay home for a few years/decades, you can reach me care of this blog.

Friday, November 30, 2018


It is sorry I am to see the light that failed at sondrakistan.

This is gone. She was the essential kibosher.

About a decade ago I asked KIP to keep her in lieu of any of the wanna-bees.

Thursday, November 29, 2018


He was the voice of the people in Congress. We will miss that voice of reason as the new Congress presents itself to we, the people. 

While a House ruled by the Nazgul will prove entertaining, it will put an end to the pursuit of equal justice under the law and preserve the right of the Kennedy's and those beyond the law to, as whossname said, maintain. Thankfully, the Senate, which holds the rule of law in its orbit still presents an almost meaningful facade of lawful intent.

Sadly, they are the ones most bought and sold by the Trusts and the plutocrats.

Wednesday, November 28, 2018


I am left wondering today if what President started with and continues with will become the minimum requirement for the nation's next president. I have included his voice on my blog roll lately because what Americans and the rest of the world see now is a ruler who speaks directly to the people without having his words filtered by his administration, his spokesman or the editors and news jockeys of the press. In other words, we get a direct pipeline from the mind of the President of the country to us without all the smoothing and spin applied, as they have been for decades, by the main stream media.

I know vast numbers of people object to his approach but I laugh at them much the way the media tries to laugh off the Presidential broadsides he levies against them every single day. No, no, I don't read his stuff everyday. I seldom look at it unless there is breaking news of that ilk and I'm curious what his take on it is. For instance, we drove by Lordstown on Monday on the Ohio Turnpike enroute to Latrobe, Penna and saw that at 1015AM, the lot was empty. It has been that way for some months as we saw GM ramp down Cruz production. It was no surprise to drive back by Lordstown at 1745 Monday and see an empty lot.

On Tuesday I read about GM's decision to let go 14,000 auto workers including everyone who worked at Lordstown. I was curious to see what the President's take on this matter would be and there it is, in the blog roll for all to see because I don't think Jack Dorsey or the other SJWs at Twitter have the balls to shut down President Trump's twitter account.

Yes, I know, there will be another loser deep in the bowels of Twitter who will decide, unilaterally, to shut down the President's account for violating twitt's terms of service. I imagine half the country is looking forward to that day and hoping for sooner rather than later.

I don't see how any candidates from the popular and progressive party of loose communism and die-hard socialism could fail to tweet their every passing thought if they hope to beat Trump at this game. Likewise, I don't see America accepting a candidate so vile and weak that he or she cannot lay out his or her thoughts in clear definitive script for all to read. Twit makes the standard obfuscation difficult to say the least and encourages clear thinking and brevity over all other considerations, even for politicians.