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Famous Last Words

“Hey y’all, watch this!”

Apparently drunken fools don’t just happen in the American Southeast.  Two Swedish gentlemen got a bit, shall we say, tipsy, and decided to test out a knife-proof vest.  Rather than strap it to an inanimate object and attack it with various stabby implements, one of them put the vest on and the other tried stabbing him.  After one successful test, the young reveler with the knife decided to test another area on the vest.  Imagine his surprise when the knife punched right through the unarmored spot he had chosen. The “victim” was treated for a minor wound.

It makes me feel better to know that dumbasses aren’t just concentrated in my general vicinity.  It would seem they can be found on other continents.  Of course, this means that if I ever try to escape, there is nowhere to go.

A Generation Passes

The last American World War I veteran died Sunday at the age of 110.  Frank Buckles lived a long, full life, and was touched by both World Wars.

When the United States entered the First World War, Mr. Buckles tried several times to join the military, and eventually found an Army recruiter who believed he was 18, even though he was only 16.  How many 16 year olds tried to fake their way into the Marine Corps after September 11th?   He served in France until after the war ended, then returned to civilian life.  He was in the Phillipines when the Japanese attacked during World War II, and spent several years in an internment camp.  He dedicated his later years towards re-dedication of the World War I monument in Washington D.C. as a national memorial.

It boggles my mind the things that Mr. Buckles and his generation lived through:

  • World War I
  • The Roaring 20’s
  • World War II
  • The Post War Peace and Prosperity
  • Korea
  • Vietnam
  • The Cold War
  • The IT Revolution

I remember several grandfathers when I was growing up who wore World War I medals with their buddy poppies on Memorial and Veteran’s Day.  Mr. Torkelson, who shared a pew with us in church every Sunday, had left an arm in France in 1918.  Now they are all gone.  These men, and their sons and daughters who fought World War II, built the world we live in.  Without their hard work, even if the World Wars had not occurred, our world would be much smaller and poorer.  We owe Mr. Buckles and all who served with him a great debt.

My Day So Far

04:45:00 – Lights in bedroom snap on.  Irish Woman yells “There’s a tornado warning!”  Adrenaline takes over. 
04:45:05 – I pull on my clothes, wake up Girlie Bear, and tell her to get downstairs in the study with her bugout bag. 
04:45:30 – Girlie Bear is downstairs in the study with her BOB.  I am taking BooBoo out of his bed to take him downstairs.
04:46:00 – At the top of the stairs with BooBoo, I walk past the back door and notice that no warning sirens are going off.  We are exactly 300 yards as the crow flies from the siren.
04:48:00 – BooBoo is safely downstairs, still asleep.  Girlie Bear is still a little freaked, but is reading a novel.  Irish Woman is running through the house looking for things to pitch into the basement so they will survive the coming maelstrom. 
04:48:30 – Turn the television to our preferred local station.  The head weatherman, who normally works during the afternoon and early evening, is talking almost gleefully about the tornadoes in the area.  I now know why the sirens are not going off.  The funnel clouds and reported tornado touchdown are in the next county over.  To put that in definite terms, the closest any of the twisters come to our home is 20 miles.
04:50:00 – After reminding myself how much I love my wife, and what a wonderful life partner and mother to my children she is, and how fortunate I am to have her in my life, I ‘calmly’ inform Irish Woman that we are OK.  She comes in, sheepishly watches the weathercritter for a few moments, then admits that she may have overreacted. 
05:00:00 – The kids are back in bed. I am wired from the adrenaline rush, but can tell I’m going to crash at some point. Irish Woman is walking around clucking about how it’s a good thing she moved out to the couch last night when I started snoring, or we could all be dead in our beds from a tornado.
05:15:00 – ZZZZZZZZZZZ

Since then, other than school being delayed a couple of hours because of a safety concern of sending school buses out in high winds, it’s been a pretty standard Monday morning.  I’m going to chalk this up as a drill, and make adjustments accordingly. 

Thought for the day

Ever done the math to figure out if slamming on your brakes to piss off the guy tailgating you at 75 miles an hour is worth the risk of getting rear ended and having to buy a new car?  Turns out, it’s an inverse ratio to how nice your car is.  I was very close to the break even point tonight.  Older, paid off minivan versus getting the asshat from Ohio to get off my butt on the freeway.  Tempting, tempting…….

I’ve seen this face before

The above picture is the reconstructed picture of Otzi, the man whose body was discovered in a glacier some 5,300 years after his death.  Scientists have spent years pouring over his body and clothing to discover details that bones alone cannot tell. 

A Dutch team have used the data taken from his face and skull to construct an image of how he appeared at the time of his death.  This face would fit in in any rural community where hard work in the outdoors is the norm.  I’ve seen faces like this sitting around a stove in a country store in the South.  If you shaved it, it would resemble the older farmers who came into town for church in North Dakota.  In Arizona, it’s the face of a rancher who’s tanned so thoroughly that the color never fades.

In short, this man was a man the same as any of us.  He is care worn, but still human.  He was not a brute, or a shaved ape (no more than the rest of us, anyway).  The only difference was that he lived in an age where all lives were hard lives. 

Well, no kidding

Pakistan is apparently quite butt hurt over a perceived preference for India by U.S. when it comes to nuclear weapons.

Well, no kidding there, Sparky.  Let’s break it down a bit:

India

  • Functioning Democracy
  • Trade Partner
  • Received $73.5 million dollars in aid from the U.S. in 2008
  • Actively works against Islamic terrorism, probably because it’s been a target of it on multiple occasions
  • Has stopped nuclear testing
  • Hasn’t given or sold nuclear technology to anyone
Pakistan
  • Dysfunctional quasi-democracy, sort of
  • Doesn’t export much to us other than Khyber Pass Rifles and some tee shirts
  • Received $976.2 million dollars in aid from the U.S in 2008
  • Plays both sides of the fence in regard to Islamic terrorism.  Cashes our checks and promises to give us intel, but provides an entire province along its border with Afghanistan to the Taliban and Al Qaeda to act as a safe haven while its intelligence agency actively provides intel on our troops to terrorists.
  • Hasn’t agreed to stop nuclear testing
  • Allowed one of their top nuclear scientists to sell “Nuclear Weapons for Dummies” to North Korea and whoever else could pay.
So you tell me, who should we be having cozier relations with?  A functional, productive democracy who is working with us against a common enemy, or a failing state that actively helps our enemies in their efforts to kill us and destabilize entire regions?
Someone needs to tell the Pakistani government that it’s long past time for them to pick a side and stay on it.   Paying them off and treating them like grown-ups is tiresome and counterproductive.

Are jelly donuts allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?

This morning, I went to see my rheumatologist.  Just a checkup, and overall I’m doing fine.  Blood work looked good, BP is normal.  I really like my doctor.  She’s nice, informative, and chatty, but I get the feeling she did her residency at the Lubyanka.

The range of motion check she did had me in stress positions and trying to move my limbs in ways I can never remember moving them prior to coming to see her.  However, after getting me to admit to being a party to two counter-revolutionary plots, she pronounced my health to be generally acceptable.

One problem – weight.  Yes, my tubby self has gained back most of the weight I lost last year.  I got the standard wide body lecture from her, especially about my eating and exercise habits.

Looks like all those Girl Scout cookies I ordered last month are going to have to be given away or put up for a long time.  I’m already looking at schedules with Irish Woman to figure out when I won’t inconvenience the family by going to the Y to work out.  Luckily, Girlie Bear wants to do an aerobics/dance class a few nights a week, so I can take her and work out while she’s in her class.

What has me snuffling is the thought of cutting way back on all the foods that make life worth living.  Bacon, sausage, beer, ice cream.  Sniff.  And those Samoas and Tagalongs are going in the cupboard to be dolled out in school lunches and such.  I’m going to be going to a steady diet of fiber and fruit.  Have I mentioned how much I hate oatmeal?

Get Some Rope

The 4 American citizens who were aboard the yacht Quest when it was taken by Somali pirates have been gunned down.  U.S. forces, upon hearing the shots, stormed the yacht and captured 13 pirates, in addition to two who were already in custody.

So we have 4 American civilians, who were taken hostage by foreign non-governmental parties in international waters.  After a period of days, these civilians were gunned down in cold blood by their captors.  Several of the captors where killed when the boat was stormed, and more were taken prisoner.

It’s time for the U.S. government act like a sovereign nation and not a pewling git.  Because both the Bush and Obama administrations have allowed this festering sore in the Horn of Africa to blossom, U.S. citizens are dead.  Not held hostage, not inconvenienced. Dead.  No appearances on Oprah, no inspirational books about how their faith, or their marriage, or their belief in Great Leader inspired them to carry on.  D.E.A.D.  Due to a lack of a coherant strategy and appropriate response to earlier provocations, I lay their corpses at the feet of our elected representatives of both parties.

The perpetrators should be tried quickly aboard whichever Navy vessel they find themselves on as of today.  If the powers that be feel it is necessary, a military judge, prosecutor, and defense attorney can be dispatched to the fleet and hold a court martial.  Otherwise, I’m pretty sure that the commanding officer of a warship in international waters can convene one with just as much legal weight as if it were held in Hampton Roads.

If found guilty of piracy, which to my understanding means “Was the accused on  the ship without permission of her master and a party to her taking and/or  the killing of her crew?”, I suggest that all of the guilty be hung by the neck until dead within sight of their home port, with the event being broadcast live on CNN, Fox, SkyNews, and Al Jazeera.  Any network that refuses to broadcast this warning to barbarians would lose its license to broadcast in the United States.  All of the bottom feeding, cave dwelling, murderous cretins of the world need to know that after we count to 10 more than a few times, bad things happen to bad people.

After that, the president needs to man up and get congressional authorization for a punitive naval expedition against the pirates and their nests.   My idea would be the immediate bombardment, not bombing, of the coastal villages that seem to breed this scum.  A bombing would be too quick.  I think the slow, systematic shelling of every standing structure in the port sends the right message. Nothing shows you care like having a cruiser park outside of RPG range and level the village.

I save the air attack for the ships the pirates already have in their grasp.  My suggestion is to utilize our carrier borne aircraft to sink them where they are found.  The families of the crews, if they are harmed, will be compensated lavishly, as will be the companies or countries that own them.  Just to be generous, we could give the responsible countries a few days to mount their own rescue effort before we create a few new man-made reefs.

After that, the air arm of the Navy should be used to hunt down every Somali craft that can be found in international waters between Africa and India.  These ships should be interdicted and boarded, the crews arrested and returned to Somalia with only the clothes on their back, and the ships sunk.  I’d keep this up until it is safe for the Harvard rowing team to stroke their way from Alexandria to Kuwait.

I’m not looking for a quick pin prick air strike, or the swift snatching up of a few “leaders” for show trials.  I am looking for a brutal, violent, public response to this barbaric act of piracy. 

That’s what I truly believe needs to happen.  Here’s what I expect the U.S. will do:

That’s right.  Absolutely nothing.  President Obama will probably make a statement, possibly show up at a funeral or call someone’s family to express condlences, and then go back to his golf or basketball.  More attention will be paid to the whining of public servants in Wisconsin than to the cold blooded murder of our citizens by pirates.  No questions will be asked at press conferences.  Most of the press will stop talking about it the next time a cute kitten shows up on the internet. 

And the problem of piracy in the Indian Ocean will continue.  Piracy appears to be quite lucrative as long as no-one is arming the prey or avenging their taking.  Preying upon the intentionally weak is the pirates business, and business appears to be good.

Over Thin Mints?

Two women in Florida took to beating on each other after one of them fed a box of Girl Scout cookies owned by the other to her children.  The fight eventually involved a call to the police, and now the original owner of the cookies is in jail.

Point 1 – I’m not saying that I’ve never been willing to take a human life over a box of Girl Scout cookies.  I’m not going to say that the sight of an empty box of Tagalongs or Samoas in the freezer hasn’t driven me to an angry tantrum.  Not going to admit anything.  But Thin Mints?   If you’re going to cheapen human suffering enough to lay a beating on your room mate over cookies, at least have it be over one of the good ones.

Point 2 – While I don’t condone her actions, I have to hand it to Ms. Howard for her forethought in dropping the stabby implement she initially grabbed and going for the nearest blunt objects to beat on her roommate.  Scissors can quickly turn a “You shouldn’t beat on your roommate over Thin Mints” conviction into a “You stabbed your roommate 31 times over a box of Thin Mints?” conviction. 

BTW, my orders of Girl Scout cookies should be in any time now.  Any lapse in regular blogging over the next couple of weeks can probably be explained by my pancreas finally giving up the ghost.  mmmmmm, Samoas…….

Thought for the Day

Just once, I’d like a politician to be honest and say “Guys, the next two to three years are really going to suck.  We’ll do what we can to blunt the impact on those who can’t do for themselves, but everyone else needs to brace for hard times.”

A little honesty would make me feel a whole lot better about our political leadership.  It would also snap some people out of the magic fairyland they live in where Big Brother will always provide and make sure they are OK.  

I’m not hopeful, but it would be nice.