A right good story

One of my buddies from USS Last Ship is taking my spot when I leave.  He is also an HT2.  We were swapping sea stories and news of mutual friends one day, and I remembered a doozy of a knee slapper.  This is a good place to remind you I was more fresh air than snipe on the last ship.

I was on Shore Patrol with a Chinese-American EM.  She spoke Chinese.  I was picked because of my size.  She was very well endowed for a female of Chinese ancestry.  We were tsked with walking around and “showing the flag”.  Junior sailors could ask us for directions, or we could help them make proper decisions.

Late in the evening, the Officer in Charge (OIC) tasked us to wander into the various no-tell motels and herd the E-4 and junior back to the ship.  We walked into the first one, and the mama-san spoke to my partner in Chinese.  I speak about three words of Chinese.  I am fluent in pissed off though.  And EM1 sounded pretty pissed off when she replied.  We finished our assigned task and went back to patrolling. I asked her why she sounded angry when she was talking to the mama-san.

“HT1,” she said, “She thought I was a hooker!”

I cracked up.  Lucky for me my brain to mouth filter kicked in, or I would have probably been in trouble.  I wanted to point out that her extra large chest region may have led to that assumption, but I kept my mouth shut out of decency.  I laugh about that incident often.

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Reveille Rooster Randomness

This morning I got to be the reveille rooster for engineering.  I found a new video.  Another grown man is calling BS on stuff.  I give him bonus points for the stogie.  I love that we are free to express our opinions, regardless of their popularity.  A rare gentleman indeed.  You won’t be disappointed.

I must say I am jealous of AD, Lawdog and Old NFO.  They are at an NRA Convention with press passes.  All are linked on my sidebar.  Go read their comments.  The best one yet is about not bringing Skittles to a gun fight.  As the Democrats say, vote early and vote often.

Woe betide the wolf

Shortly, I will be practicing standing between the wolf and the sheep for a few weeks.  This post will be an update of sorts to try to keep this humble little blog at least at trail shaft.

In the homefront, the future Mrs. Snipe and Pocket Monkey will be arriving in time for Christmas at my Dad’s house.  Nuptials to follow shortly. 

In the chow front, the last bit of my turkey is going to end up as a turkey vegetable soup ala BSA Troop 4. 

Take a few cans of soup vegetables(beans, corn, onions, etc) and empty them into a pot. Take a can of chicken stock(boneless turkey this year, so no homemade stock). Mix in a pot and simmer with your preferred spices.  In my version it will be a bay leaf or two, minced garlic, black and red pepper, and cilantro.  So easy a snipe can do it.  As Tanker at http://mostlycajun.com is fond of saying, it ain’t rocket science, adjust spices according to your taste, and you have something good. 

In the …”against all enemies foreign and domestic” front, I think this TSA security theater is getting more and more unconstitutional.  I will put a couple of videos up in that regard in order to do my small part.  If enough people do one percent, pretty soon there is some pretty good numbers.

Now for the Sunday funnies regarding our government getting too big for thier britches. Enjoy.

The guy above is a local hero in this neck of the woods.

That is all for now.  When I go on Christmas break, I will probably add some links.  Woe betide the wolf, when i stand guard at the door.