On 4 August 1790, the Department of the Treasury established the United States Revenue Cutter Service. In 1915, that organization was combined with the United States Life-Saving Service to form a US military service.
That military service today is known as the United States Coast Guard.
Happy Birthday, Coasties.
And apparently, so can the current Administration. From the Wall Street Journal:
U.S. Sent Cash to Iran as Americans Were Freed
Predictably, the current gang of naive tools in DC Administration says that there was no “quid pro quo” involved. It was merely a “coincidence” that $400M worth of cash procured by the US government from European central banks was airlifted in an unmarked cargo plane to Tehran at the same time 4 Americans held hostage by Iran were released.
The article linked above gives more details. IMO you should read it. Prepare to get angry.
I really wish the current Administration would quit insulting our intelligence by peeing on our legs and claiming it’s raining. I can’t speak for others – but I can certainly tell the difference between the two, thanks.
This wasn’t rain.
Here’s a stunt you do NOT want to attempt yourself.
Man encases genitals in plaster, gets stuck
Why not, you ask? I mean, what’s wrong with making a cast of your . . . self for posterity?
Well, it’s like this. Plaster generates additional heat as it cures.
The dumb ass individual doing this had already warmed the plaster to around 158 F before applying it. That’s fairly hot to begin with – and as the plaster cured, it got considerably hotter.
As the man began to experience literal bratwurst, he attempted to remove the plaster. Unfortunately, by that point in time the plaster was rather well hardened. He was desperate, though – resorting to using a hammer and chisel, a saw, and even a power drill to free his trapped appendage.
He did eventually end up extricating his family jewels from their artificial stone prison. However, as he put it, “My (groin was) so hot, I thought they would turn into charcoal.”
The individual in question is a Russian blogger who goes by the name of “Boroda Dead”. He’s damned lucky that he doesn’t have to change his online moniker now to “Johnson Dead”.
Dolbo’yeb here apparently made a video of his ordeal, which has now reputedly gone viral. Sorry, folks – you’ll have to search the Internet yourself to find that video if you want to watch it. I’m not going to look for it.
Sheesh. Looks like we once again have more proof that the Refreshments were right 25+ years ago. But tell me: who’d have guessed that that famous aspiring rapper “1-DMF” had relatives in Russia?
Jonn wrote the other day about Venezuela’s new forced labor policies. That forced labor is deemed “necessary” because the Venezuelan economy has been mismanaged into the ground by the Bolivarians is having severe difficulties. Basic foodstuffs and commodities like toilet paper are in short supply or are unavailable.
Well, yesterday we learned how the Venezuelan “Nomenklatura” are getting by. Turns out they’re suffering, too.
They’re being forced to wear $12,000+ wristwatches.
Oh, and don’t forget frequent luxury travel. Venezuelan Commissar President Maduro has traveled – with a large entourage, of course – to 32 different countries, taking 132 days, since taking power. That translates to about 11% of his time in office.
Fox News Latino has a good story giving more details. It’s worth a read.
Some animals apparently are indeed more equal than others.
Clintoon recently made a public statement with which the WaPO Fact Checker took issue. Here’s the statement:
“Director Comey said my answers were truthful, and what I’ve said is consistent with what I have told the American people, that there were decisions discussed and made to classify retroactively certain of the emails.”
Well, the WaPO checked it out – and bluntly disagrees. It rates the statement as meriting “Four Pinocchios”. Their rating scale can be found here, but I’ll cut to the chase: their definition of a statement rated “Four Pinocchios” is short, sweet, and to the point. It defines such statements as, “Whoppers.”
In effect, the WaPO here has called Clintoon a bald-faced liar. Their article on the matter analyzes the topic in substantial detail; it can be found here if you’re interested.
Yeah, most readers already knew that the Clintoons have significant “veracity issues” pretty much every time they open their mouths. But I think it’s great to see this in print in the WaPO.
Looking for something to watch tomorrow night? Well, if you can’t find anything else you could tune in to Fox at 8PM.
There you’ll be able to watch a man make a jump from an aircraft.
From 25,000 feet.
With no parachute, no reserve – and no wingsuit. He’s going to attempt to land in a net.
Yeah, he’s doing it in the Granola State. The location is an old movie “ranch” north of LA.
I hope the guy makes it. Even if he is a walking example of cojones muy grandes – y un cerebro muy pequeño.
Last Saturday, and elderly woman in New Jersey went for a drive. She got stuck in soft sand, and could not free her vehicle.
She was without food, and was in a remote area. While she was able to collect rainwater, the weather was extreme – in the 90s some days.
By Thursday, she was in fairly bad shape.
Luckily, she was on or near Joint Base McGuire-Dix-Lakehurst. Yesterday, some soldiers from the MA ARNG training on the installation spotted her.
She’s doing fine now. Kudos, men.
Fox today has a decent if short story on the incident. It’s worth a read, and IMO is a nice way to start the day.
I am not making this up. From FoxNews:
Hundreds of Bernie Sanders supporters are expected to stage a Fart-In Thursday at the Democratic National Convention meeting in Philadelphia.
An assortment of Socialists, beatniks, and leftwing rabble-rousers plan to consume massive quantities of pork and beans in preparation for the pungent protest.
Normally I’d say “YGBSM!” about a story like that. But given the intended “protest” activities, well . . . maybe that would be inviting disaster.
And God help us all if they find enough raw onions, chili peppers, pickled eggs, and stale beer to go with the beans. (smile)