From Boots and Sabers(http://www.bootsandsabers.com/index.php/weblog/permalink/crapper/) an interesting take on how we select toilets. It is clean and safe for work.
“Most of us learned what we like by experiencing a variety of toilets throughout life instead of trying a variety of them in a show room as one would a mattress, couch, or chair. Given how much time some folks spend perched on porcelain, it seems that there would be more shitter showrooms.” Edited to add title.
The muse had absconded for a time with my wordsmithing abilities. Couple that with work clusterflops(you know the real word) from everywhere. A brief recap of events.
Little bro is getting married. Making it to the wedding is looking more and more dubious.
Despite all the haters, Transformers 2 was a damn fine movie. The money quote was “It’s supposed to hurt, it’s an ass kicking!”
Ultimatums don’t sit well with this stubborn snipe. Me or them almost always leads to Me choosing Them.
My current big gray floaty thing failed miserably at our last mission. A very simple go hither and support those assets that shall not be mentioned. We weren’t even halfway hither when the fertilizer hit the rotating air movement device. Details left out for Mr. OPSEC. Dead in the water for a bit and then RTB. In peacetime, safety of the crew is paramount. Had that been a wartime mission, we would have made do and strove(strived?) forward.
Lady problems. She tried the choose me or choose them and I ran like hell. She realized her error, and now I am left with a conundrum of biblical proportions. Return or not return. Dad thinks return carefully but watch for warning signs.
One of the many burdens of military service is seeing good men die. I was going to post a memorial Day poem, but that seems trite. As I write this, I am seeing the faces of men from my hometown, and men from my “A” school that are KIA. One of my best buddies from Great Lakes, IL at Service School Command was among the KIA on the USS Cole. I wept for his family and sent a letter to his Mom. That was one of the hardest letters I ever wrote, as I met his family when they came to visit. He has joined the ranks of “those who have gone before to defend freedom and democracy around the world”. On second thought, here is a link to a poem poem that means much to me.
http://www.lindavdahl.com/FrontPage_Links/Poem-This%20flag%20may%20fade.htm
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace
We beat the pirates. That is one of the Navy’s oldest skill set, and along with the Marines from time to time(to the shores of Tripoli and all that) our raison de’etre. Roommate, Mrs. Roommate and I were discussing this today. Three shots three kills. HOO-YAH! As for their violence and retaliation, phthhh!(or however you spell it). We were trying to figure out who gave weapons release. It made for an intellectual discussion.
Stand Navy out to sea
Fight our battle cry:
The flag/banner we have flown from naval warships in a couple differnet times of war is now on a sign of belonging to a “right-wing” militia.
Morgan Freeman is offically a badass. I have always liked his acting. Now he shows that he is not another brain dead HollyWeird type. HOO-Yah Mr. Freeman.
As I have been perusing the blogs I read, I realized one thing. I have had front row seats to tomorrow’s history. I very distinctly remember Sadaam’s capture thanks to one Damage Controlman Third Class(E-4 firefighter). On the CG, it was my habit to sleep in my shop on duty days when I was the Duty Fire Marshal. Everyone could find me, and I never got more than a couple hours sleep anyway. It was early in the morning, and DC3 came tearing ass into the shop and woke me up thus: HT2, WAKE UP! WAKE UP!. Being woke up like that as Fire Marshal usually means the fertilizer has hit the ventilator. I bolt up and get ready to run to wherever. “Dude, turn on the TV.” There, in living color, was Sadaam being pulled out of a spider hole by some US soldiers. I will probably remember that day as long as I live thanks to DC3 M.
www.snipeme.com/archive.php?year=2008&rant=pussy_america
has a great rant about the pussification of america.
When I see a kid who acts like the f’ng world owes him something, I know good and damn well it’s because he’s been locked in a f’ng bubble his whole damn life cuz mommy and daddy were too afraid to ever let him get hurt on his own, make his own freaking mistakes, etc. So yeah, the generation entering the workforce does indeed have a problem and that problem is AGEISM. Ageist over-protective stupidity that’s permeated our society has created a generation of FREAKING PUSSIES!
Read the whole thing. I first started this blog to document the effect of the pussification of America on the US Sailor.
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