11:40 – We’re taking the Labor Day holiday weekend off, other than working on some projects in the house and yard.
Sunday, 4 September 2016
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11:40 – We’re taking the Labor Day holiday weekend off, other than working on some projects in the house and yard.
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From the Liars Gotta Lie Department:
http://www.mediaite.com/election-2016/heres-all-40-times-hillary-clinton-told-the-fbi-she-couldnt-remember-something/
Anyone at all familiar with the decades-long history of the Klinton Krime family is aware that they habitually lie about everything, all the time. Most of the lies very brazen, but as lawyers, they’ve also become absolute masters of tricky phrasing and obfuscation and evasion.
Add to that her medical/mental condition and we have somebody who is WAY more compromised than either Pharaoh Roosevelt II or JFK.
And despite the actual video and textual EVIDENCE before our eyes and ears, the MSM comes right out and tells us “…there is no evidence that there is anything wrong with Hillary’s health.” Amazing, truly amazing. So if all you look at and listen to is the MSM, I guess you figure that it’s all good, amirite? While Trump is the scary evil bastard.
Another swell weather day, so back out to do some yard work for a while, taking frequent sit-down breaks. Age 63 now. How the fuck did THAT happen???
From the American History Not Taught in Schools Department:
http://zerogov.com/?p=4849#more-4849
And of course prior to the start of that timeline, we had, among the major conflicts, the so-called French and Indian Wars, and King Philip’s (Metacomet’s) War, which to this day has the highest KIA percentage of all our wars. It was truly horrific, and there have been theories that families’ suffering from that contributed to the hysteria in and around the Salem witch trials, i.e., 1672-1692. An alert traveler in Maffachufetts locations can still see the historical reminders of that period, but I seriously doubt very many of the derps living on top of it and around it have the slightest clue.
I remember suburban lawn-mowing dads in Sudbury finding arrowheads and bone fragments from the Great Swamp Fight 300 years earlier.
American History Not Taught in Schools
Great title for your first non-fiction book, sir!
It’s been done already but for some odd reason none of the texts make it on to the approved lists of our public skool systems. And given the choice, most Murkans don’t read history and don’t care; if it happened before they were born, it’s of no use to them.
The late Gore Vidal used to call this The United States of Amnesia, for good reason. When our son got married, his young bride did not know in which century our War of Southern Independence was fought, and could not name the major combatants of World War II. And this was after twelve years of publik skool and a year or two of “college.”
That’s possibly symptomatic of a broader problem, but may indicate nothing more than that he chose his bride more on large breasts than on large brain.
Went to the Cumberland County Playhouse last night to see their production of Mama Mia. Excellent performance. Fun, good singing, good acting, good dancing. Absolutely highly recommended.
http://www.ccplayhouse.com/pages/pr-Mamma-Mia.html
But what was annoying was at the end when Harry says to Donna “You were the first women I ever loved… and also the last.” because Harry admits to being gay. There were a couple of dykes in the audience, both so ugly no man would touch them, and one so fat when she stopped walking it took 18.6 seconds for the rest of the body to stop moving and almost needed to have her thighs greased to be wedged into the seat. They both cheered when the line was pronounced by Harry. Jerks. I don’t care one rat’s ass about their lifestyle, but don’t flaunt it. Leave the political LGBT crap at home.
Anyway, CCP does an excellent job at their productions. A small theater with a lot of volunteers. Have seen multiple productions, Beauty and the Beast, The Music Man, Oklahoma, Grease, The Sound of Music to name a few. Always enjoyable. Coming up is The Adams Family which I will also go see.
And this was after twelve years of publik skool and a year or two of “college.”
Well, there’s the problem. College don’t teach anything to anyone except to hate the white heterosexual male who has caused all the worlds problems. Liberal agenda to rewrite history in the politically correct methodology.
“…may indicate nothing more than that he chose his bride more on large breasts than on large brain.”
Both, actually.
“I don’t care one rat’s ass about their lifestyle, but don’t flaunt it. Leave the political LGBT crap at home.”
And that’s what annoys most people; just STFU and do whatever at home but don’t beat the rest of us over the head with it constantly, esp. when you’re not even 3% of the damn population.
“Liberal agenda to rewrite history in the politically correct methodology.”
It’s been going on a lot longer than most people know, since the 19th-C, actually. Our current greatest living historian, Professor Clyde Wilson, has documented all this quite thoroughly. If I was teaching a high school- or college-level American history course, I’d use his writings, plus the late Murray Rothbard’s “Conceived in “Liberty,” and mostly primary sources and take the kids on field trips to places that are in danger of disappearing forever.
We’ve had several movies covering the War of Southern Independence era, though; Ron Maxwell’s “Gettysburg,” “Gods and Generals,” and “Copperhead.” Plus, “The Outlaw Josey Wales,” of course. Not much accurate so far concerning our American War of Independence or the two world wars, however. For Vietnam, “We Were Soldiers Once.” And for the Gulf wars, “Stop Loss,” and “The Hurt Locker.”
But those are all war dramas; ordinary life doesn’t get the attention, usually.
What about Saving Ryan’s Privates?
IIRC there was a porn flick by that name, or a very similar.
A quick web search suggests I’m not quite right about that. There was Saving Ryan’s Privates, which was a parody but not a porn, and there was Shaving Ryan’s Privates, which was a documentary about porn flicks.
Buncha wiesenheimers here.
The actual flick by the Spielberg Empire broke new ground in cinematography and realistic war scenes (though not as nasty and brutal as the real thing) but was otherwise just another little story in the Spielberg genre. I’m not a big fan, as you can probably tell, and the idea of turning various pieces of the world wars into good-and-evil soap operas does not sit well with me.
Somebody needs to do something better than “Stalingrad” on the Russian Front stuff and maybe something else on Operation Keelhaul and what We Like Ike did to German POWs. I did like, however, the BBC/NPR series a while back on the Battle of Britain air war, “Piece of Cake.”
Buncha wiesenheimers here.
Buncha smart asses here.
Fixed it for you.
Better than a bunch of weimaraners.
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Like Debbie Weimaraner Shithead? Yah, one of them is more than enough.
Thanks.
I’ve been a smart ass myself since first grade. Failing grades in “Conduct” through elementary and middle and junior high skool. Many parent-teacher conferences, detention, and threats to send me to the Lyman School for Boys.
This place:
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5e/Lyman-hall-old.jpg
It was closed the year I graduated from high skool; they must have figured their chance to finally nail me was over, and besides which, I’d signed up for the USAF while the Cold War and Indochina Wars were still rolling merrily along.
So I went here instead:
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6f/1c/84/6f1c84a28071e8ca137faaf04ba8354f.jpg
And then to beautiful Bangor, Maine:
https://www.grouptour.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/recid139821.jpg
From there to:
http://www.vspa.com/images/tsn-grover-o51-bunker-4kias-04.jpg
And then off to lovely northern Kalifornia:
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8c/Mount_Tamalpais_Radar_Domes.jpg
Back to you-know-where:
http://vnafmamn.com/ARMOR/T54_burned.jpg
And off to picturesque Thailand, Laos and Cambodia:
http://www.vspa.com/images/ub-kelly-bateman-bomb-dump-perimeter-texas-tower-fox-54-1970.jpg
http://www.sacredsiam.com/images/nakhon-phanom-temples-wat-mahathat-chedi.jpg
http://www.historywiz.com/images/cambodia/evacuation.gif
Well that was a fun waste of time; gotta get back to the stuff I’m SUPPOSED to be working on here….
So I went here instead:
That looks like the place I stayed while visiting hot SA in July and August of ’69. My bunk was next to the third window from left, lower floor, lower bunk. What are the chances? Of course there were about 99 other buildings that looked identical and about 20,000 other people that looked the same as me. “Road Guard Out”.
Some of your other pictures look familiar but if I talk about them I have to shoot you, the dog, and myself. Wish my last name Clinton then I could forget about all of them. Or email them to you and claim it was unintentional.
But wait!
More fun and hijinks and boffo laffs right here:
http://takimag.com/article/the_week_that_perished_takimag_september_4_2016/print#axzz4JJtapait
The United States of Utter Insanity.
The domes were at Beale AFB?
Don’t shoot me! Don’t shoot me!
Those radar domes were at Mill Valley Air Force Station, home of the 666 Radar Squadron, of the 26th Air Divison, NORAD. (Mill Valley, Marin County, just north of the Golden Gate Bridge). They were manned by “space surveillance console operators” and protected by Sgt. Hardy and his USAF Security Police colleagues, armed with selective-fire M16s, .38 revolvers and that was it. Yours truly was trained as a counter-sniper then for potential riot control duties down in the lovely cities of San Francisco and Oakland and Berkeley.
That was the West Peak of Mount Tamalpais; the East Peak is slightly higher and the view from anywhere on that long summit-ridge is spectacular. On a clear day we could easily see for 100 miles in all directions.
Ditto. Mostly I don’t talk about what I’m not supposed to talk about, but sometimes something will slip out — most of my best anecdotes are stuff I’m not supposed to talk about for about another 50 years. I get around that by fudging the details, differently each time I tell it — red herrings, false trails, smokescreens, and obfuscation. (Amusingly enough, this is one of the counter-counter-intelligence techniques used to foil attempts to figure out whom you’ve subordinated in the enemy’s bureaucracy.) Was it the Egyptians that filled me with contempt for Middle Eastern militaries, or was it the Syrians? What year was it that some American soldiers were stomping around somewhere that they officially weren’t? Dunno, man. You could check the paperwork, but it was probably misfiled.
“Of course there were about 99 other buildings that looked identical and about 20,000 other people that looked the same as me. “Road Guard Out”.”
No A-C in those buildings, either. Did you smoke then? We had these blue plastic cigarette pack holders at our ankles and they’d stop us for breaks and say “Smoke ’em if you’ve got ’em.” I bet they don’t do that now.
“You could check the paperwork, but it was probably misfiled.”
Misfiled and classified.
The older paratrooper in our group was in Laos well before the main hostilities kicked off, and now he’s having a bitch of a time with the filing for disability stuff, just like me; we were in places we were not supposed to be in, and so there’s allegedly no records of same. See how that works? We both filed at the same time a year ago and here we sit, hanging…it’s like he and I both say; they’re stalling and waiting for us to croak. We don’t even care about ourselves; we just want our wives to have something when we finally do go. He’s got Hodgkins and may not last much longer; in his late 70s now. Both of us were in areas where Agent Orange was sprayed around like a mofo, but again, no records. Pretty funny, eh?
Merkel pays the price…
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2016-09-05/german-anti-immigrant-party-beats-merkel-party-in-her-home-state/7813250
She won’t really pay the price until she’s stood against a wall and shot. Ditto our sons of bitches and traitors here. You know who they are; and also down in Oz.
No A-C in those buildings, either. Did you smoke then?
No A/C but some big fans that helped. Did not learn to smoke. Tried as you got more breaks but never completed the transition. I remember the blue boxes. Also the little flashlights that were worthless.
“Also the little flashlights that were worthless.”
Well, they didn’t know who they were dealing with when it came to FLASHLIGHTS, even back then.
And those stupid “sun helmets.” And the little books of stuff we were supposed to memorize, and after leaving the chow hall each time the DI would quiz us on that chit.
Going across the base to the Air Police training area was a yuuuuuuuuge relief for me after Basic. Played with every weapon in the USAF AP arsenal at the time, and about halfway through they changed our name to “Security Police,” and we were divided into that and the “Law Enforcement” guys, who wore the white hats and white gloves and did the mil-spec version of cop work on the bases. They derisively referred to us as “rivet-counters.” (from guarding aircraft for eight to ten hours at a crack)
I smoked a pack a day for six years and quit cold-turkey in 1978. Ciggies in vending machines were 65 cents a pack then. My brand was Kools. My maternal grandpa rolled his own from Prince Albert tobacco but ended his days with emphysema hooked up to an oxygen tank at home most of the time. And my dad smoked a pipe his whole life.
And those stupid “sun helmets.”
And salt tablets they made you take. Dorm guard duty, area guard duty. What a joke. All you could do was yell obscenities if there was an intruder. What were you guarding against anyway. Dorm guard I can understand as those old buildings would have gone up in flames in about 37.4 seconds.
Never walk down the center aisle, always along the edge. Wax the floor with commercial wax as the GI stuff was worthless. Community razor so you did not have to clean yours. Hospital corners, open air, and other derivatives I forgot. Laying under the springs to pull the blankets tight, shoe alignment board, head to foot alignment in the beds, foot lockers just so, no cables on the clothes, tags all removed (although I think the DI’s planted some tags), 15 minutes to get up, piss, brush teeth, get dressed and outside in formation, endless marching (even when in pairs), always looking at every car for an officer sticker so you could salute. Shining leather on the Chucka (sp) boots made with really crappy leather that would not take a shine.
A little piece of trivia. I was assigned the last serial number ever issued by the military. Induction was at the end on June on the west cost and last alphabetically. Following day the military switched to SSN thus serial number was not needed. I had that number for a day and still remember that number T18968952.
Took my first airplane flight on the trip from Portland Oregon to San Antonio. I think the plane made a stop somewhere but don’t remember. Arrived late in the afternoon and was immediately hit with the heat and the screaming of a couple of drill sergeants. Then off to a chow hall for the first meal, then the dorm. Next day we got our uniforms, some injections (using the gun) and some marching practice. Learned early on to blend in, not stand out. Don’t do exceptional, don’t do really bad. Average kept you off the DI’s radar.
One time I had dorm guard duty, middle of the day. Some officer approaches and demands entry. I refuse because he is not on the list. He threatens me with all kinds of stuff but I stand my ground. Don’t remember the rank. He leaves and comes back with the squadron commander who was on the list. I let them both in. The guy I refused entry continues to chew me up one side and down the other especially since he is now on the other side of the door. A real asshole that apparently outranked the squadron commander and was in his chain of command. A couple of hours later the DI shows up and had apparently been also chewed out. But the DI told me what I did was correct and would not get in trouble. The asshole’s name was not on the list.
How the fuck did THAT happen??? Well, you and the rest of us haven’t died yet. I remember when I hit 60 and wondered when the past 15 years happened and wtf was I, gave up worrying about it after that.
“…tags all removed (although I think the DI’s planted some tags)…”
One day our Assistant DI was waiting for us outside the chow hall with a big shit-eating grin on his half-Mexican, half-Apache face. “I got a leetle suh-prize for you girls when you get back to the barracks….”
We get back and all our uniforms and clothes are in one big huge pile in the middle of the floor. “You girls have thirty minutes to find your uniforms and get ’em back on the racks, hangars space one eench apart and thees time no fuckin’ tags in the pockets.”
We did it, too, and thus learned a Very Important Lesson in COOPERATION.
Another time we didn’t fall out fast enough to suit the main DI, a redneck cracker mofo from Georgia and a Korean War vet who regaled us with tales of skinned POWs found hanging from trees, etc. So he made us keep changing in and out of all our different uniforms and falling out each time into the front of the barracks, for a good hour, in mind-bending heat and humidity, and then when he deemed we were doing it fast enough, he had us change into our PT gear and do another hour of PT on the drill pad. “You can throw up, girls, but don’t stop running.”
“Here, have another salt tablet”
“Light ’em up if you got ’em.”
“I refuse because he is not on the list.”
I did that scene up at the alert hangar in Maine, my first “deployment” after Basic; a colonel shows up at my “entry control point” without his “line badge.” I call it in to the Alarm Monitor/Comm Plotter sergeant and he says “Jack him up.” So I bounced this colonel up against the chain-link fence and searched him and waited for the “security alert team” sergeant to show up, which they did pretty quickly, nothing much else going on in the dead of fucking winter in central fucking Maine. And another Important Lesson was learned: in the military/security police you can jack up fucking officers when they don’t have their shit together. And you’ll be backed up. Never ran into that sorta thing again, though; not good policy to be jacking up officers in combat zones. Fragging, sure, but none of that jacking up stuff.
“… gave up worrying about it after that.”
Me, too, mostly. Some days, though, it just seems like the decades have FLOWN by. Like that old medieval parable or whatever it was, about our life being like unto a sparrow who flies through a cold and dark winter’s night, in through a window of a warm, well-lit and friendly mead hall and out another window in a matter of seconds.
from DH:
https://georgepatton325.wordpress.com/2016/09/03/you-must-be-able-to-survive-90-days/
Wow. Should the EBT cards die, this could happen. Might likely happen.
But I think that the powers that be will do everything to keeps the EBT cards working. Including using the Fed to prop up the banks that own the efunds networks. This merry-go-round has a long way to go until it spins off its center hub.
Nice dog picture:
https://georgepatton325.wordpress.com/2016/09/03/you-must-be-able-to-survive-90-days/
BTW, I do agree that you should have 90 days of food and water and the means to protect. I figure that anything happens, the neighborhood busybody will be along in a week or two to gather all of the food together. For the common good, you know.
Not at my house. Thieves get two center mass at my house.
“Not at my house. Thieves get two center mass at my house.”
Not at ours, either. And taking no chances, they get face-throat. I agree with Gabe Suarez on that point-of-aim tactic nowadays; any fool can go get ballistic plates or some other kind of body armor. Getting a dose of lead in your face ruins your whole day, though.
Just watched a vid on the priority ammo to stock up on prior to the November-January Question Mark Period: 7.62×39, 5.56, 9mm and .22LR. I’d tend to agree with that, with the .22LR being a distant fourth. For five firearms to prioritize the recommendation had, besides the AK and AR and 9mm; a pistol-caliber carbine and an AR or AK pistol. I’d agree, if you’ve had nothing until now, with the 9mm easily being Number One. Followed by a home defense shotgun. THEN start looking at the rifles and AR and AK pistols. The latter items are also handy in and out of vehicles.
Started loading up on 3-packs of gallon containers of spring water here today and will be looking into that 100-gallon gizmo you fill in your bathtub, assuming enough warning that the power and/or water is gonna go off. Plus the generator research continues, along with rain barrel collection for the garden stuff and toilet flushing.
And it looks like Tuesday, September 6, tomorrow, in fact, is the day I’ll be dumping this Windows o.s. finally and installing Linux Mint on our main desktop, backups having been completed today. After which I have a list of tasks I’ll be doing covering essential issues on it and the Crossover app and Winblows Orifice 2010 install for Mrs. OFD. I also wanna make sure the Brother printer and Logitech webcams work OK on it.
Before I do all that, though, I’ll open up the case and clean it out and then attempt once again to upgrade the power supply and graphics card. I’m figuring I have to go into Windows Device Manager to disable the on-board (integrated) graphics chip first, though.
Sigh, here is the nice dog picture that I mentioned earlier:
https://westernrifleshooters.wordpress.com/2016/09/03/you-must-be-able-to-survive-90-days/
figuring I have to go into Windows Device Manager to disable the on-board (integrated) graphics
You probably don’t have to do anything. Just install the card. BIOS and Windows will detect and take care of everything.
“BIOS and Windows will detect and take care of everything.”
Tried that, no dice. I may try this again today and will post the results here accordingly.
Disable the on-board video on the BIOS.
7.62×39, 5.56, 9mm and .22LR.
Speaking of 22LR, anybody have experience with a 22LR SA pistol? We had a 22LR Ruger Super Bearcat revolver when I was young that was fun to shoot. I’m intested in a SA, but don’t know anything about reliablitiy, makes, etc.
Any input?
What’s up with the MA AG’s power trip? Now she’ going after Remington and Glock on safety issues. When you chamber a round and pull the trigger the weapon fires. Why is that a safety issue? Seems more like a “feature” for a weapon.
“Disable the on-board video on the BIOS.”
Yeah, that’s what I meant; haven’t tried that yet but will do.
“Speaking of 22LR, anybody have experience with a 22LR SA pistol?”
I think you mean a .22LR SA revolver, and yes, many years of experience with the Ruger Single Six Convertible, which has a spare cylinder in .22WMR. Extremely reliable and a lotta fun to shoot; I’ve hit very small targets with it at over 100 yards, too, with just the iron sights. One thing I haven’t got around to yet but will do is dab some orange paint on the front sight and white on the rear outline sight.
“What’s up with the MA AG’s power trip?”
She’s a power-grubbing psychopath who isn’t stopping and isn’t giving up, despite the uproar. In a just world, somebody down there would be taking steps to shut her up and shut her down. MA is already one of the most ridiculously restrictive states for firearms ownership and she’s trying to double down on it like it was the old Soviet Union or Nazi Germany. The c-word applies to her.
Actually, I was asking about a semi-auto 22LR. I was looking at one (Ruger I think) at Bass Pro. How reliable, is it considered an “assault weapon”, lol, how big is the “clip”.
The Super Bearcat was a fantastic pistol, though.
Before I accidentally dropped it in the Marianas Trench, I had a Ruger 22/45 in stainless with target sights. They’re excellent. I bought a basic blued 22/45 when I was 21 and probably put 10,000+ roungs through it, all with the original pair of mags. Alas, I accidentally dropped that one in the MT as well.
It’s hard to go wrong with Ruger firearms; they’re, if anything, overbuilt, and rugged as the day is long. I might have had as many as four Rugers before the local rug-rats stole them and threw them in the river.
Does that mean it’s safe for me to come around and steal all your stuff? 🙂
Sure. Start swimming. It’s only about ten-thousand miles. What? You plan to fly up? No dice, Grasshopper; you’re on the Oz no-fly list. Probably due to doubleplusungoodbadthink comments on here.