Wednesday, October 21, 2020
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
Monday, October 19, 2020
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
His wife Sybil is now a thin POC… I guess fat shaming is okay if it’s a white female who is erased. Vetinari is a female. Dr. Cruces of the Assassin’s Guild is a female. CMOT Dibbler is a female. And on and on…. What we have here is the classic example of the Ultra Left killing a cultural property and then proudly wearing it as a skin suit. End quote
It's deeply hateful is what it is. I agree with the other commenter there who asked a simple question; why would you watch anything put out by studios today? Well, to be honest, we watch what we like on netflix and amazon and that seems to be enough entertainment. It's not like we could go to the movies even if we wanted to.
Here's a link for what it's worth. https://darkherald.net/2020/10/12/i-need-eye-bleeeeeech/
Saturday, October 3, 2020
Friday, October 2, 2020
Sunday, September 27, 2020
For about 20 years I chronicled my life. I pulled the last book off the shelf tonight and read it. It does what it was designed to do and proved evocative. I thought about things I hadn't thought about in decades. I stopped writing them in 99. There was a tiny hiatus until I took up blogging. I fucked up and got married. It proved to be the death of literature or words I wrote for myself.
Friday, September 25, 2020
America is a country of muts. Has been for years. The countries of Europe were bastions of namism. An Englishman was English or possibly Scottish, by luck, Welsh. A French woman was purely French, Spanish were the all the same. Of course that is all not true anymore. Which made this more amusing than it had to be. If you have not read On The Beautiful and the Sublime, try it again and laugh out loud as you see what once was: incontrovertible.
The only difference between a home invasion and the cops with no knock home invasions is that the cops wear bullet proof vests. In either event, go for head shots.
Yeah, I watched that video of a woman in a stadium arrested and cuffed after a long struggle by a cop simply because she wasn't wearing a mask in light density arena.
Some of them do a difficult job well enough. The rest are indistinguishable from the SS.
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Thursday, September 24, 2020
Well, not exactly a bird but I did something tonight I have rarely done before and that was I deleted two blog posts that were extremely cryptic but where the lack of my words was to be explained by the hypertext links I put into the posts. In both cases the links were broken and unrecoverable so rather than simply confound people with nothing at all, I elected to delete them and so they are gone. Thank you to those who pointed out that the links were dead.
I typically like to confound people with my brilliance. I sometimes hear a "meh" from below and know I've overstepped my undeniable brilliance. She is my best critic.
This was murder by cop you don't have to agree but we should end it as a practice where the cops shoot innocent people in an armed invasion and where the ones who shoot back in response are charged with crimes against cops. I'm not alone in thinking this way. Every single person I've known over the last 55 years would treat a home invasion by cops exactly the same way they'd treat a home invasion. Just how cops don't understand that is beyond me.
Invade a man's castle? He has a right to self defense. WACO. TWICE.
The latest gen, whatever they're called, probably don't see it. Their mother's didn't ever allow them to shoot guns in the boy scouts or the military service they declined and to be honest most of the sailors I knew were in that large group the admiral talked about that should never be allowed to handle firearms. "they'd do an injury to themselves." One might laugh but still it was tragic.
The ones in this country shooting the shit out of others are mostly black youths who just point and shoot as directed or when the whim takes them. Read https://secondcitycop.blogspot.com/. It is a description of an epic man made tragedy that just goes on and on.
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
I have never met any man like me. There was one who lived next door one year but I never really got to know him. My loss for he died. I still remember coming out the back door one day in the sun and he was sitting next door grading papers and he called out cheerily and asked if I was the Curtis writing to Lex on his blog and I said yes and then we knew each other briefly.
It turns out that he too had a book I read and enjoyed in college long ago but not as long ago as the book was written shortly after the Civil War. I'm reading it again late into the night. What are the chances that 2 men would read a hundred and 30 year old book? My copy died in the fire that consumed everything I had but here it is again in a different binding but of nearly the same vintage.
Copyright 1894. The roaring 90's. I lived/live in the place where that era thrived and made a country great. One place was a summer place for the creators of the era and the other place is one of the engines of that creation. If one counts silicon valley, I've lived in them all.
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
I was replying to a comment posted below when it occurred to me to write a little about a fireman who reported aboard my ship in the month we spent in Diego Garcia getting a Tender Availability from arguably, the second worst tender in the Navy. USS Puget Sound was famous for several things but the one that endeared it to me during a TAV in the Persian Gulf alongside out at anchor in Sitrah was that it hadn't been able to fix its own air conditioning systems for over 3 years. I think it also got underway once out of San Diego and anchored off the Hotel Del Coronado and lost its anchor and 15 shots of anchor chain because it turns out when they hauled out the chain earlier that year, laid it on the dock, sand blasted it and then painted it they forgot to connect the bitter end to the padeye in the chain locker when they reloaded it onboard which meant the chain and anchor just roared off the wildcat when they took off the brake. Might be apocryphal. But I'd believe anything of them. I was told one of the 2 minesweepers in San Diego went out and found and buoyed the anchor and chain for recovery.
At any rate the Proteus was an AR and dated from the Ulithi Atoll in the second world war. It was old. In the parlance of the era, they had to sign off on the work list we submitted via our Damage Control Assistant, a CWO who flew to meet that ship where it was homeported in Guam. He gave them our list of required repairs and they promptly signed off on 998 of the 1000 jobs we wanted done. They utterly failed to sign off on the only two that mattered most. Both of them were my equipment as Auxiliaries Officer.
Our 16,000 pound weapons and cargo elevator was destroyed by a chief electrician who used a comb to bypass all the interlocks and safeties on the elevator which then overtravelled the top deck bending 19 inch eye bolts over the sheaves and snapping 2 of the 4 cables. It then fell about 10 feet before the elevator safety system kicked in. Unfortunately those are little diamond knurled rollers that are kicked out by centripetal force as the elevator plunges towards the 6th decks down landing force magazine filled with explosives. It was locked in place and we couldn't shift it and they didn't try. They also refused to try to fix the bastard Bridging and Aircraft Crane that leaked about 3 gallons of 2190 TEP every single damned day. They took all the easy jobs and patted themselves on the back and then reassembled one of my diesel generator engines putting all the bearing surfaces in in reverse order which meant we couldn't start the damned thing until we took it back apart and put 1 through 6 bearing surfaces back in the proper positions. Irritating.
My CHENG was also a little irritated. He meant to rebrick both our boilers but that worthless AR shifted most of their resources to provide services to a nuclear submarine that showed out of the blue and it turned out that WE were the only ones that could provide steam power to the sub which meant we kept a boiler alight despite our plans to take power from the diesel AR and that meant that rebricking the boilers was done on boilers that didn't really have a chance to cool down before men had to climb in and replace the firebrick. Irritating.
My brand new fireman flew into Diego Garcia with a draft of 98 other men for our ship. We were a little undermanned by this point. In fact the snipes had been in port and starboard inport and underway for about 8 months. Hallelujah! We got new guys and things were looking up.
My new guy overstayed liberty on his first night in Diego Garcia which meant Article 15, captain's mast and the CHENG had just received the National Agency Check (NAC) that every sailor has run on him/her. He made it through boot camp which was about 8 weeks back then but the results of the NAC didn't show up until just that morning when he returned from AWOL. He had a 7 page rap sheet with multiple armed robberies in Chicago. The CHENG asked, "do you want to keep him?"
If you look at the other pages on this blog at the top right you will see that I give every dog a free bite on my ass before lowering the boom. In this one case my answer was, "no!" He was put ashore before noon to head back to the States to answer to fraudulent enlistment charges. We didn't even bother to hold captain's mast on him we just administratively discharged him with an other than honorable and he was gone.
Now this is the same draft of new guys that included an EN2 fresh from the Alcohol Rehab Facility on his second chance. I met him at the bar in the United Seaman's Club where we were both waiting for the liberty boat ride back to the ship. He turned out to be special too but in a thoroughly good way even though I watched him drink 6 rum and cokes before the boat showed up. He was pure BM2 material but an EN2. The Chief found a really good niche for him, one that he excelled at.
I still laugh when I remember the Chief telling me that he was on one of the LCM 8s when he heard the EN2 reply to 2 defaulters that were cleaning the engineroom bilges of the Mike 8 boats. "We can't scoop any more water out of these bilge pockets Petty Officer P***** and his response was, "use a straw."
Years later I lived on the top floor of the Mannai Plaza for a year and my rooms overlooked the punishment grounds of the FAST platoon we imported from Diego Garcia after the Khobar Tower bombing up in Saudi Arabia. Every morning before sunrise I would awaken and run to the airport and back and the FAST platoon's defaulters had an NCO who was down there to encourage them to fill sand bags as rapidly as possible while another defaulter emptied them back into the bin and another was doing pushups and another was sprinting around a fairly large block. As the sprinter returned the pushup guy took the shovel, the emptier started pushups and the shovel guy sprinted around the block and it went on for a full hour.
Every time I called either of the two captains out to chew their ass or the Major out to chew his ass I was grateful I didn't work for them. They were easily of the same type as EN2 P*****. And they came from the same place. We refer to it as EMI. Extra Military Instruction. At the NCO level it could be brutal. We didn't practice that sort of art form in the Navy I was part of. If you got EMI you at least got it from the Commanding Officer, not the Corporal or Gunny.
We drove over to the neighborhood on the other side of the tracks and it was still an eye opening experience. The houses were no different from the ones on our side of the tracks but they had a generation or two of neglect. Unpainted, sagging porches, boarded up ruins and yet these were the same house types found a few streets over in perfect condition. We were bound for the house in perfect condition and I mean perfect condition. It had been occupied by a genteel woman and her mother in the unit above. Pristine. We were there to pick up some material that her children didn't want or need. We don't want or need it either but it filled up an SUV and we took it home. We'll figure out what to do with it and send it along to someone who really wants it.
On the way we passed through the blight. We once stopped in the blight and I was instructed about the Hough Bakery, home to the Hough riots long ago and while we were stopped there at the curb a black man came out of the house we stopped in front of and urged us to move on. A man came out of his house to warn us that it was too dangerous for two people like us to pause in his neighborhood where her father used to work long ago.
Everything is now a sere and bloody hate and the ones on the alleged losing end are promoting it just as fast and nastily as they can. NOTHING done in the last couple of years was done in the name of alleviating racial unrest. It all seems to promote racial unrest. There is nobody decocking the triggers and urging real and shared understanding. No. It is all about race, race, race, race.
I watched the video of two cops shot in LA by a miserable little shit . What can I say? There are forces and players at work seeking to make a war out of race during this election year. It is likely time to turn their animus against them and end them. There are some really evil people out there fomenting this hatred and we'd all be better off without them.