Posted By POSCA
When he was a young and still optimistic instructor at the Air Force Academy, Posca had an experience that forever impressed him with the depth of the discipline instilled in Air Force Cadets. To this day it is a lesson he cannot forget, and it has left him with an admiration for cadets undiluted by the many intervening years.
For reasons that will soon become clear, we will refer to the central figure of this story as “Joe.” He and Posca were both captains and teaching the same course at the Academy (to further protect Joe’s identity, the name of the course will here remain confidential). Now, it just so happened that Joe had something of an oral fixation—he smoked a pipe and enjoyed snacking on whatever might be to hand. (I suspect he was bottle fed.) On one particular morning he walked into my office and said, “Hey, Posca, you got anything to eat? I’m real hungry.”
Posca had just moved into his new digs and remembered finding a sealed foil bag of prunes in the whiskey cabinet of his desk (it may have been a pound of prunes). So in the spirit of collegiality, he gave Joe the bag -with the admonition, “Look, you can have these, but I have no idea where they came from or how old they are.” Joe seemed pleased with the offering and wandered off to his office or wherever he had chosen to nosh the prunes.
Around noon, department faculty were called to a routine meeting to discuss whatever new and exciting things the Chairman wanted to impart to us, and during the course of this meeting I noticed that Joe was squirming in his chair. His back-and-forth, front-and-back motions were fairly overt, so I whispered to him, “What’s wrong with you?”
“I ate the whole bag of prunes.” To make matters worse, Joe and I had to teach the very next period, and I had visions of him becoming ill and leaving Posca to teach both sections. I started thinking about a classroom big enough for the job.
Now, to understand what happened next, you need to know that Joe and I taught in side-by-side classrooms on the fourth floor of Fairchild Hall—the academic instruction building at the Academy. The normal cadet classrooms have no windows and a single door for ingress/egress. Immediately across the hall from our classrooms was a large restroom for male cadets; it was completely lined with marble slabs on the walls and the stall dividers were of the same material. It had the feel of a mausoleum, and this particular restroom had a broken pneumatic arm on the door, so that the door was pretty much half open all the time.
Joe and I entered our classrooms, the section leaders called our respective classes to attention, and we then proceeded with the business of the day. In my case, I gave the cadets a quick quiz to see whether any of them had gotten to the day’s reading. Graded exercises are never proctored at the Academy (as a matter of honor), so I left the room while my cadets were chewing on the quiz. This gave me a chance to monitor Joe, who was in full swing with his lecture. He was something of a showman—firing a starter’s pistol, throwing erasers, and so on. All of a sudden, Joe said to his class, “I’ll be right back,” and went flying out of his classroom and into the cavernous men’s room. He left the room so fast that he had no idea he had flown past me; he was clearly on a mission from God.
Now, decorum prevents a truly accurate description of what happened next, but let us just say that Joe’s prunes had come home to roost. The sounds coming from the men’s room could have been mistaken for a reenactment of the Battle of Borodino, and every sound that Joe managed to produce was echoed and reechoed by the marble slabs lining the place and then broadcast through the half-opened door.
I was laughing so hard that I pushed my face into a wall to try to muffle myself (but loud enough so my cadets knew it was someone else in that bathroom). Tears were gushing down my face, and I started to believe I would split a gut. The cadets in both rooms were howling—even screaming—with delight. Apparently, nothing tickles a cadet more than the sound of an instructor in obvious, extended, self-punishing distress. This went on for a couple of minutes—Joe moved from Borodino to Iwo Jima and then on to Gettysburg. Posca was near death at least twice; he even started to send up prayers.
But then it happened, almost a miracle really. The instant—and I mean the instant—Joe flushed the toilet, both cadet classrooms went absolutely quiet. There was not a guffaw, a titter, a giggle, a howl, or chuckle. Perfect silence in place of what had been a laugh-riot. Joe re-entered his classroom and the lesson proceeded as though nothing had happened. Just another day.
So help me God it is all true, and that, ladies and gentlemen, was sheer discipline on display. Instantaneous control of otherwise uncontrollable laughter.
Posted By LambChop
The Nobel Prize Committee has turned the once prestigious Nobel designation into a purely liberal radical rubber stamp awarded to political whores whose faces appear on bumper stickers and T-Shirts in San Francisco with a demonstrated record of opposition to the “Great Satan” (you know the United States).
Past winners have included Jimmy Carter, Yassar Arafat, and Al Gore…really? These are the positive leaders in the world?
Carter, who was initially on the path to be the hardest working ex- President, fulfilled his destiny as an incompetent boob by making himself available to certify election results of insane dictators in third world sh*t holes. Meanwhile Arafat, an international terrorist (who was also voted most likely to be exhumed) was laughingly awarded a Nobel Peace Prize in 1994. Gore picked up a Nobel on the way to his massage therapist (needed to have his ‘second chakra released") for continuing to market Michael Mann’s debunked hockey stick myth that proposed that global temperatures have increased as a result of man’s polluting activities (the main activity being man's mere existence on the planet). Even though the data Mann manufactured was filled with “collation errors, unjustified truncation or extrapolation of source data, obsolete data, incorrect principal component calculations, geographical mislocations and other serious defects" -- substantially affecting the temperature index.” Ironically Mann has repeatedly claimed to be a Nobel Prize Winner – also debunked. Fraud is fraud.
To add insult to injury, the Nobel Committee predicted that Obama’s mere presence in the Oval Office in 2009 deserved of such praise that he was awarded the Prize for Peace for “his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples.” On that day, the last shred of credibility for the Nobel Prize award simply ceased to be.
Fast forward to 2012, while Nobel Prize winner Obama was busy on the campaign trail and playing golf, The Arab Spring turned into a Muslim Brotherhood- driven Arab bloodbath. Hamas has busied itself, spending the last 3 years lobbing 8,000 missiles into Israel.
A group of Nobel Peace Prize Winners and activists issued a letter calling for a military boycott of Israel, pretending to be outraged at Israel’s “aggressive actions”. Of course unless you are a deranged liberal, a nation defending itself from thousands of rockets would be the "victim" not the 'aggressor" in the conflict.
The letter claims the US, EU and other nations have sold weapons to Israel that killed 160 Palestinians. The letter opens with a quote from Nelson Mandela: "For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others."
"While the United States has been the largest sponsor of Israel, supplying billions of dollars of advanced military hardware every year, the role of the European Union must not go unnoticed, in particular its hefty subsidies to Israel's military complex through its research programs. Similarly, the growing military ties between Israel and the emerging economies of Brazil, India and South Korea are unconscionable given their nominal support for Palestinian freedom," it says.
The letter included Nobel peace laureates Mairead Maguire and Adolfo Pérez Esquivel; the film directors Mike Leigh and Ken Loach; the author Alice Walker; the US academic Noam Chomsky; Roger Waters of Pink Floyd; and Stéphane Hessel, a former French diplomat and Holocaust survivor who was co-author of the universal declaration of human rights.
Posted By LambChop
White House Enemies List grows: Obama claims to keep "Naughty and Nice List" of members fo Congress. Wonder if armed drones have thei naughty group plugged into their GPS?
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Posted By LambChop
Liberals have rallied around Susan Rice, the UN Ambassador caught lying like an oriental rug about the Benghazi scandal. Rice is now being (laughably) considered to replace Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State. Rice tried to quell critics earlier in the week by making the rounds to meet with prominent Republicans - a move which backfired after those who met with Rice confirmed that Rice is a low-grade moron who is merely capable of parroting the Obama administration’s illogical liberal theology masquerading as policy (foreign and otherwise).
Now the libs are all in a tizzy about some of Rice’s financial holdings. Mother Jones reported that Rice “holds millions of dollars in investments in Canadian oil companies and banks with stakes in the $7 billion Keystone XL Pipeline, according to a piece out today from OnEarth, a magazine published by the environmental advocacy group Natural Resources Defense Council.”
Supposedly Rice’s holding would benefit from supporting the Keystone expansion both in Canada and the United States. Of course, if Rice is confirmed as head of the State Department, she would decide the fate of the pipeline – a decision which was tabled by Obama in 2011.
"It's really amazing that they're considering someone for Secretary of State who has millions invested in these companies," Bill McKibben, founder of the activist groups 350.org and Tar Sand Action which have organized protests against the Keystone XL project, told OnEarth.
What will the liberals do? Their darling poster child has millions invested in the “ugly” oil transport and production industry. Rice’s investments counter the progressive propaganda that developing natural gas and oil in the United States is “harmful to the environment” (it is not) or “greedy” (it reduces our dependence on purchasing oil from other companies and promoted local economic growth in R&D, services and manufacturing).
Posted By POSCA
“There is no amount of mayonnaise sufficiently large to transform chicken shit into chicken salad.” This is quite possibly the most intelligent thing a public affairs officer has ever said. Put it another way: if things go bad, admit it; don’t lie, don’t play games, and don’t pretend nothing happened. “The truth will out” as a man in leotards once said—and if you are responsible for the foul-up, you are responsible for breaking the bad news.
Apparently, the folks at the 308th Strategic Missile Wing had not gotten the memo by September 1980. It was in that month that a Titan II missile based outside of Damascus, Arkansas, got very pissed off and blew itself up, and the 308SMW did not particularly distinguish itself in the aftermath. The Titan II missile is an earlier generation weapon of mass destruction. Unlike the Minuteman missile—which has a stable, solid propellant system—the Titan II is/was a liquid-fueled missile. This means that the Titan II requires a lot of extra hoses, storage tanks, and more maintenance procedures than the Minuteman. It also means that the chance for an accident with the Titan II goes up in direct proportion to the number of extra maintenance procedures it requires. Essentially, the Titan II is a fuel-air bomb delivering a bomb.
At about 1830 hours on the night of 18 September 1980, a maintenance crewman dropped a heavy socket, which traveled about 80 feet straight down and punctured the thin first stage of the Titan II, allowing whatever was inside to begin leaking out. After about 90 minutes in which the damage was assessed, the decision was made to get everyone in launch complex 374-7 the hell out of there. Rocket fuel is, of course, extremely explosive, but it is also (when properly mixed) extremely poisonous and corrosive. It just so happens Posca knows more about this stuff, but it is of no use to furthering the storyline.
At around 0300 in the morning of 19 September 1980, two intrepid young men entered the “launch duct” (silo) to take further measurements. Discovering that their properly calibrated O-shit-ometer was pegged out by all the gas filling the silo, they climbed out of there just in time for the whole shebang to go up like a volcanic eruption. The 740 TON doors that covered the top of the silo were completely blown off (200 feet into the air and 600 feet away). One of the young men flew 150 feet through the air, but survived with nothing more than a broken leg (take it from Posca, the broken leg was worth it; the rush from being blown up is not to be missed). Unfortunately, the second young man was not as lucky, and he was crushed by falling rubble. SRA David Livingston later died of his injuries.
Now, the 308SMW screwed this up from the beginning. They were not forthcoming that an accident had occurred, and when the (obvious) explosion took place, they played a cat-and-mouse game concerning whether or not a warhead was atop the missile and, if there was, where it was and what condition it might be in. Of course there was a warhead atop the missile—the missile was on nuclear alert, and the warhead happened to be the W-53. Posca cannot confirm the yield of this warhead (he hates jail), but it is safe to say that a SINGLE warhead atop a missile as powerful as the Titan II would be a large, non-trivial thing indeed.
But because of the cat-and-mouse/I’ve got a secret game of the 308SMW, what was a tragic accident became the biggest nukie hunt in the history of the country. The silliness of the games played by the 308SMW was matched only by the gross incompetence of the members of the media with whom those games were being played.
The upshot was a non-story of major proportions: Where’s the W-53? Is it unstable? Is it leaking? Did it detonate when the missile exploded? (This last question is utterly absurd, I can assure you). Those of us who remember 1980 almost certainly remember the W-53 being transported out of the area on a flatbed truck (covered with a cloak of invisibility) and the young governor Bill Clinton taking the obligatory tour of the rubble field, looking very serious.
The W-53 only flew about a hundred feet and was found intact in a ditch. It was very banged up but not “leaking.” The truth of the matter is that the W-53 was very carefully engineered to withstand these environmental conditions and it did. Sometimes, the good guys—the hideous government—get it right. Of course, you would not have known this at the time from the uninformed press (who were busy whipping up a pseudo-crisis in the hopes of winning a Pulitzer). As someone who has seen the evolution of stories from the inside, Posca can tell you the members of the media are neither about the truth nor about serving the people. They are about self-advancement, and they will do and say whatever it takes to serve their selfish ends.
Don’t believe me? Here’s a secret Posca will share with you. Please don’t tell anyone else. Within two weeks of the spectacular Titan II nukie hunt, there was another accident involving nuclear weapons. It too made the papers, but not the front page (no big explosions, you see), but it was orders of magnitude worse than the Damascus incident. The incident was over in comparatively short order (hence no chance for film at 11), but it was a very close thing. If the wind had been blowing in a slightly different direction, tens of thousands would have died.
Don’t you think those in the danger zone would have been interested in just how close they came? And don’t you think they would have demanded answers about the safety of the nuclear arsenal?
Not one member of the press understood or cared about this—not one. The story had no legs and it would have required a media cadre who actually knew something beyond how to write a great lead paragraph.
Posca knows. Sometimes late at night, he chuckles to himself.
Posted By LambChop
“With the new gender thinking, there is nothing that is right or wrong. It’s not a boy or a girl thing, it’s a toy for children,” Jan Nyberg of Top Toy was quoted as telling the Swedish news agency Tidningarnas Telegrambyra.
In an effort to promote liberal feminist theology, the gender neutral crowd attacked children’s’ toy advertising in Sweden. Toys “R” Us has modified their Christmas catalogue to manipulate gender ‘stereotyping” as defined by the feminist lesbians in charge of advertising standards.
This year’s Toys “R” Us Swedish catalogue features a girl toting a toy gun and a little boy cuddling a doll. In neighboring Norway, however, the store’s equivalent catalogue shows a boy with the gun and a girl with the doll. Similarly, BR Toys’ Christmas catalogue in Sweden shows a boy playing at hairdressing, while the same product is promoted in the equivalent catalogues in Denmark and Germany with a picture of a girl.
The often comical and ridiculous standards are designed to manipulate the cultural and language standards so that feminist political interests will be protected over all others. Liberal feminists pretend that recognition of actual gender differences reinforce hierarchal stereotypes, which were created, according to the feminist, to “keep women down.”
Of course the fact that there are scientific and biological documented differences that exist between the male and female Homo sapiens is simply ignored. Recognition of gender differences is ridiculed even to the detriment of society as a whole. For instance, the physical requirements for firemen in many areas have been reduced to meet arbitrary female hiring standards. Even though most would agree that the physical standards (carrying an injured person through a burning building) are to maximize the survival chances of victims of fire, the politics of gender “equality” supersedes the greater good of saving an individual life. Bottom line: the mental gymnastics of moral relativism trump morality in the slimy world of liberal groupthink.
Posted By LambChop
Yesterday, Glen Beck took a flag-draped Obama doll and put it in a jar of what he called urine. (no I won't provide the link)— Michael Moore (@MMFlint) November 28, 2012
Posted By LambChop
Liberal Twit Alan Colmes acts shocked that gun shop owner is not interested in Obama voters patronizing his store. Colmes quotes a Gallup poll with results pretending that "less educated people own guns."