Happy Hour

"IF A LIFETIME CAN BE LIKENED TO A DAY, THEN THIS IS HAPPY HOUR!"
BUCK PENNINGTON

Mother, Mother Ocean

Mother, Mother Ocean, I've heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam
In your belly you hold the treasures, few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred year's too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

Yoda

"Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is."
―Yoda, to Luke Skywalker

Counted the Stars

Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doin' fine
We used to be so happy once upon a time
Once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
And the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line


""SOME SEE A GLASS AS HALF FULL, SOME SEE IT AS HALF EMPTY, I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO’S DRINKING MY RUM."
Rumbear
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Showing posts with label Important Stuff. Show all posts

Thursday, March 07, 2013

Feinstein: All vets are mentally ill and government should prevent them from owning firearms

Feinstein at it again
This one is because of the woman's detachment from reality. To the rest of the country, I offer profound apologies for the agony 'my senators' inflict on all of us.

This is one of those..............."you can't make this shit up" things. Just sayin, ya know.
Soap Box returned to the garage now. You may return to your regularly scheduled blogging and internet surfing.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

A Thanksgiving from a different time and I wasn't even there!

My Shipmate and Dear Friend Donald L. Locke had this on the Argonaut page at Facebook today. 
I miss that little blue D50 that is mentioned in the story.............It was one helluva good little four wheel drive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember Donald's CJ as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
VA 147 Work Center 230 Thanksgiving
This is a no Shitter it was November 1987 in June we returned from the taking the USS Kitty Hawk on her World Cruise, more recently returned from a short det to Luke AFB playing war games with the Air Force (that is a another story). Now we wanted some fun, Thanksgiving was just around the corner my guys and I were debating what we were going to do for the holiday. We were the Night Check Ordnance shop and Ordies always know how to have fun. So AO3 Goldstrom (Goldie), AOAN Adams (Booger), Radar from the AE shop two others and myself AO1 Locke ( my old timers is kicking in and I can not remember the name of the others sorry) after some brain storming we decided we would go camping and cook our Thanksgiving dinner on a camp fire. I had a 350 cid powered 76 CJ5, Booger had a full time four wheel drive CJ7 let’s go four wheeling. Three hours south on Interstate 5 is Frazier Park just west of there is Mt Pinos ORV Park this is the place. So for the next couple of weeks we gather our gear and planned the menu things were looking good. That is until I was showing off in my CJ and twisted the out put shaft off flush with the transfer case. The really bad news it would not be ready before our trip. My good buddy AMH1 Glenn Cassel comes to the rescue. He let me loaned me his Dodge D50 Ram with a few do’s and don’ts. Last night of work I let Chief Rhodes night check Maintenance Chief where we were going he wasn’t sure the woods would be safe with that many AO’s on the loose. We had all better be back to work Monday night in one piece. The next morning we were loaded . Goldie was riding with me the others with Booger. The camp site I was headed to was 30 minutes of easy four wheeling from the main entrance. About 20 minutes later Booger was falling behind finding a spot I pulled over. About this time Booger CJ started bouncing down the trail out of control slamming into the side of the mountain. Doors flew open bodies came flying out Booger had passed gas everyone was dying. After this Booger was no longer allowed to drive. We made to the campsite without any more trouble. Setting up the campsite was going along fine when Radar tells me Goldie had cut his finger really bad. The OD rag wrapped around his finger was now becoming bright red. With Goldie in the Ram Frazier Park was the next stop. I was hoping there would be a Clinic open that took Champus or Bakersfield would be the next stop. To our luck we found a Clinic open. Walking up the window I explained to the nurse we were sailors from NAS Lemoore and my friend had almost cut his finger off. One look at Goldie’s finger we were in the back I was filling out the paperwork Goldie getting 20 plus stitches. When we returned the guys had the camp up and the mess deck was open. The rest of the weekend was spent four wheel’n just having fun with shipmates. We headed back on Saturday. 10 miles from the base I got pulled over for doing 60 in a 55 zone so I figured coming back with a ticket, Goldie’s 20 plus stitches the woods had survived the AO invasion. This Holiday will always rate one of the very best for me.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Greg Gutfeld: Conservatives Must Fight the 'Tyranny of Cool'



Greg Gutfeld. Spot on.
I read this at work on my lunch break. The AF will not let me access my own blogs. Rat. Bastards.
I had to wait till I was at home.


"..............................The Joy of Hate focuses on the hypocrisy of modern tolerance — that it thinly disguises a growing, acceptable intolerance for the things that made America super-awesome. The origin of this phony intolerance springs from one source: the desire to be cool. Everything done in life these days springs from a fear of dorkiness. I called this "dorkophobia," and every time you use it, I get three dollars. Despite the fact that it’s the uncool who make the trains run on time, it's the cool to get the cred. The definition of cool: mass popularity without much achievement. It's how Obama got elected. Ask anyone who voted for him, "Why did you do it?" and the convoluted, wide-eyed answer will ultimately be translated into: "He's cool and that other guy wasn't." The media pushed this to the hilt; and much of the public bought it; giving stuff away is cool — especially when it's others people stuff — and perceived as philanthropic.
So what is perceived as cool, when it's really the opposite?
- Bureaucrats spawned in teacher's lounges chiseling at your income, to the cheers of a pliant media
- Creating dependency as a romantic lifestyle, independent of achievement
- Ridiculing women, minorities, and gays who reject the culture of dependency
- Fake work that doesn't require building, moving or doing things. In 2008, a community organizer beat a war hero who spent years in a prison camp. Apparently that's cool.
- Movements that reject American values in favor of American guilt (Occupy)
- Anti-Americanism as a needy appeasement to our international adversaries
- Hero worship of celebrities based on artificial edginess (Johnny Depp is not really a pirate)
- Destroying things. Did Pete Townsend ever think of the maid as he trashed his 25th hotel room?
- Victimhood. The elevation of the David and Goliath myth as a universal storyboard dictating that evil can be good, as long as it's smaller than the good. If America was a house, the left would root for the termites.
- Code words. Language that aptly describes things is uncool. However, euphemisms created to avoid hurting the feelings of our adversaries is not. Hence, Ft. Hood terror is workplace violence. Which, I guess that makes Hurricane Sandy a pool party.
- Talking about your identity. If you're gay, bisexual, transgendered, Raelian, or Eskimo, chances are I'll hear about it. If you are less proud of what you do than who you do then you're considered cool.
Where does the tyranny of the cool begin?....................................."
 The rest is at the link to the post at Breitbart.

Tyranny of Cool. That is some description. When reading the list in the piece, one does go hmmmmmm. OK, I did, anyway.
To me it comes down to dependency is now 'cool.' When I was a kid in North Central Montana, life on a good day was tough at times. My Dad hunted to keep the freezer full. Both of my folks worked. A movie on Saturday was two bits. A Coke was a nickel.
Cool? No concept. Now being a real burden on the rest of us is cool. Got to wonder about shit now days. I do know that my Lee Precision Press is going to get used finally. Take that as you may.
The Rant is now over.
God save us because the idjits inside the beltway sure as hell won't.
http://www.breitbart.com/Big-Hollywood/2012/11/13/Tyranny-of-Cool

Monday, October 01, 2012

My friend Dutch has a request

My co worker and friend Walter "Dutch" Thurman has this to pass on.

Can you help my old friend Dawn's son, a deaf Boy Scout, win or at least compete against better organized and funded scouts, sell some popcorn?
>Please help my son Dallas reach his goal! He's earning money to pay for TWO summer camps next summer. Please help him buy purchasing yummy popcorn! Dallas Edens Troop 228 Inland Northwest Council http://www.trails-end.com/ <
Tell her Walter sent you.....

 An old friend of hers blew up on her and chastised her and her son for belonging to Boys Scouts because of their stance on gays and has lost out on some sales because of it....do you think you can pass along this info to some of your blogger mates and generate some sales for this kid? Hard enough to be deaf, harder still to have his mom's friend causing his sales to dip for his beliefs...

There you go.............
Do what you can for this kid, please.
ORPO says Thanks.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Milestone

Over there on the right it says 200K plus page views. In less than three years!
Thanks to all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Yom HaShoah

Holocaust Remembrance Day.
Today was it.
I did take a moment to say what little part of the Kaddish that I remember.
Can't say I have been the most observant Jew in the last 39 years. My mother is still irritated over that. I guess the profession of the sea didn't help.
This is a day that should be remembered by all of us. It is there to remind us of what can happen when no one stands for something.
We as The American People need to keep this in mind.

Off the soap box now.
A lesson is at the link, from Wikipedia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yom_HaShoah
I will not go down and tell my children I didn't have the courage, the conviction, the commitment or the character to fight for this country...Don't go home and let your children down~~ LTC Allen West

Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus

‎"Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum.("Therefore, he who desires peace, let him prepare for war")" from "Epitoma Rei Militaris," by Vegetius (Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus)