Category: Geezer Alert!

  • The Queen Has Passed….

    Sad news. CNBC (and other venues) reports that Aretha passed yesterday, due to advanced pancreatic cancer.

    https://www.cnbc.com/2018/08/16/queen-of-soul-aretha-franklin-has-died-ap-citing-publicist.html

    Who else in the world could make a long-term, memorable hit out of one word: R-E-S-P-E-C-T?

     

    Who else celebrated being a woman decades before this current generation of Jugendipshits thought it was a ‘thing”?

     

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEWuAcMWDLY

     

    Kids today… they don’t know nothin’!

    See you next time around, Aretha.  Gonna miss you!

     

  • Memorial Day Melancholy – An Annual Re-post

    Two or three times a year some of us geezer types get a bit tangled up in old times. Late April and much of May include several dates that trigger memories here.

    Late April because my pop was declared KIA in Korea on April 25, 1951.

    Early May because years ago I was discharged on May 9, 1969 from the Navy after spending over a year around Vietnam. Flew back into SFO IN UNIFORM and got spit at and called a baby killer on arrival.

    And then there is Memorial Day. The advertisements for sales and off topic events make the day difficult to avoid, even if I wanted to. So I repeat this post with minor updates.

    Circa 1950 pix of me ‘n dad

    I was an Army brat the first few years of my life. I have vague memories (or memories of memories?) of several Army posts; in Georgia, in Arizona, and another place or two. Then my dad was deployed to some place called Korea sometime in 1950.

    Three additional memories are a bit more vivid – the day we were notified he was Missing in Action and, sometime later, that his remains had been recovered, and finally, his funeral. I wasn’t allowed to go – I was deemed too young.

    But, I have a Purple Heart.

    He is buried in our home town, and there’s a small memorial in the city park there with his name inscribed. I visit both as often as I can. Even though I was only five or six at the time and will be 72 in about a month I still miss him. I have pictures and memories, and…

    I have a Purple Heart.

    For many others, like myself, Memorial Day has a face.

    We’re past the 50 year anniversary of Vietnam and there is a wall FULL of my brothers and sisters who earned a Purple Heart

    With that – Please don’t wish me a happy Memorial Day because…

    I have HIS Purple Heart!

  • I Wanna Be A Navy SEAL!

    Haven’t posted here in a while, but I need some help from you folks so…

    The wife and I are wintering in Florida and this powerful urge is becoming to much for me to bear so I’ve decided to give in to it.

    I need help figuring out where to get all them pins and medals to put on my new uniform. Oh yeah, and I need to know where to get a uniform as well. I figure I’m going to be, at least, some retired officer level SEAL. And I’ll need help to fix my discharge papers to reflect my new status.

    I’m thinking I’ll need medals/ribbons for service in all those foreign wars and Secret Squirrel missions I seem to have participated in. I am open to suggestions from you, but I don’t want so many that my new uniform won’t fit right.

    BTW, I mentioned above that I’m in Florida. I’ve been here for a coupla months, but this nagging need only started a few days ago. I was reading on TAH about the phonies down here and something clicked. Or maybe it is something in the water? Also some of you can be a bit harsh when dealing with us Forida Phonies so I’ll ask that you save that until I post a picture here. I am certainly you will be impressed and not feel the need.

    Thanks folks. I’ll do my best to make you proud to have me around.

     

     

  • About That Age Thing….

    I got this essay in the mail from someone a while back. I don’t know who the author is, but I think it’s very much to the point.

    I am over 60 and the Armed Forces thinks I’m too old to track down terrorists. You can’t be older than 42 to join the military. They’ve got the whole thing ass-backwards.

    Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys.. You shouldn’t be able to join a military unit until you’re at least 35.

    For starters, researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a month, leaving us more than 280,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.

    Young guys haven’t lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. ‘My back hurts! I can’t sleep, I’m tired and hungry.’ We are bad-tempered and impatient, and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately deserves it will make us feel better and shut us up for a while..

    An 18-year-old doesn’t even like to get up before 10 am. Old guys always get up early to pee, so what the hell. Besides, like I said, I’m tired and can’t sleep and since I’m already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical SOB. If captured we couldn’t spill the beans because we’d forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.

    Boot camp would be easier for old guys.. We’re used to getting screamed and yelled at and we’re used to soft food. We’ve also developed an appreciation for guns. We’ve been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.

    They could lighten up on the obstacle course however… I’ve been in combat and never saw a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training.

    Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too…. I’ve never seen anyone outrun a bullet.

    An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He’s still learning to shave, to start a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn’t figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.

    These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm’s way.

    Let us old guys track down those terrorists. The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple million pissed off old farts with bad attitudes and automatic weapons, who know that their best years are already behind them.

    HEY!! How about recruiting Women over 50…in menopause!!! You think MEN have attitudes??

    Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my!!! If nothing else, put them on border patrol. They’ll have it secured the first night!

    Share this with all of your senior friends. Put it in big type so they can read it.

    — Author Unknown

  • Memorial Day Melancholy – An Annual Re-post

    Two or three times a year some of us geezer types get a bit tangled up in old times. Late April and much of May include several dates that trigger memories here.

    Late April because my pop was declared KIA in Korea on April 25, 1951.

    Early May because years ago I was discharged on May 9, 1969 from the Navy after spending over a year around Vietnam. Flew back into SFO and got spit at and called a baby killer on arrival.

    And then there is Memorial Day. The advertisements for sales and off topic events make the day difficult to avoid, even if I wanted to. So I repeat this post with minor updates.

    Circa 1950 pix of me ‘n dad

    I was an Army brat the first few years of my life. I have vague memories (or memories of memories?) of several Army posts; in Georgia, in Arizona, and another place or two. Then my dad was deployed to some place called Korea sometime in 1950.

    Three additional memories are a bit more vivid – the day we were notified he was Missing in Action and, sometime later, that his remains had been recovered, and finally, his funeral. I wasn’t allowed to go – I was deemed too young.

    But, I have a Purple Heart.

    He is buried in our home town, and there’s a small memorial in the city park there with his name inscribed. I visit both as often as I can. Even though I was only five or six at the time and will be 71 in about a month I still miss him. I have pictures and memories, and…

    I have a Purple Heart.

    For many others, like myself, Memorial Day has a face.

     

    We’re past the 50 year anniversary of Vietnam and there is a wall FULL of my brothers and sisters who earned a Purple Heart

    With that – Please don’t wish me a happy Memorial Day because…

    I have HIS Purple Heart!

  • An Anniversary – A Gathering Of Eagles

    OWB posted this elsewhere. OWB also has a better way with words than I and handled security for the event, while I handled communications.

    Ten years ago this morning a group of patriots, mostly veterans, gathered in Washington DC to counter a disgusting assembly of lefty scum as they met at the Wall to recreate their 1967 march on the Pentagon. There are so many parts of that operation which are worthy of mention. But a few things continue to stand out in my mind.

    On both sides of the street were people of very different backgrounds who came together for a common cause. Only one group had folks they either paid or otherwise enticed to be there. Seeing the local area yellow buses unloading school children at the site was an eye opener.

    Perhaps the most graphic demonstration of the difference between the two groups came when they were literally facing each other across Constitution Avenue with the US Park Service mounted police between them. The whining children were loudly chanting, “What do we want?” followed by a garbled response most of us never identified, then, “When do we want it?” followed by, “NOW!” Meanwhile the Veterans were waving flags while chanting, “USA, USA, USA.” The children who can’t articulate a clear message but they want what they want and they expect someone to provide it right now vs the adults who know what is needed and have already proved their willingness to work hard to make it happen.

    What a day. While A Gathering of Eagles wasn’t solely responsible for the awakening of this country, we certainly were an important part of it. It took others also doing important things to get us finally to this point. But we who served in the military understand that it takes each of us doing our jobs to accomplish the mission.

    It was an honor to be a small part of the operation we called “A Gathering of Eagles.” Friends were made. Associations were cemented. But mostly, thousands of patriots were energized and given hope when they saw that many others shared their concerns.

    Ten years later we see the ripple effect of that energy being directed in positive ways. Thank you all.

    Jonn added: TAH was there, by the way.

  • File Under “Who Cares?”

    I never watch THE OSCARS. Simply not interested. I also haven’t seen any movies made in the past few years. Much like our current network TV options they are, at best, derivative anyway. At worst the are lousy re-makes.

    Our Pal OWB expanded on the subject elsewhere and I wanted to share with this illustrious lot:

    With all the news in the world, the media fixation on Hollywood and their never ending series of self-aggrandizing awards ceremonies is curious. While I don’t begrudge any group getting together to celebrate their craft, the disproportionate amount of glory and grandeur associated with entertainers congratulating themselves at their ability to pretend to be some character or another is unseemly. Among other things, it apparently gives them a sense that their opinions matter more than do the opinions of those they entertain. They don’t.

    It should really come as no great surprise that folks who make a living from delusional behavior frequently fall into the trap of coming to believe their own imaginations. Even that is not a problem until they insist that the rest of us congratulate them for their delusions. We won’t.

    Keep screeching, precious little snowflakes. You make yourselves less relevant with each of your self-absorbed public melt downs. Your media co-conspirators will dutifully continue to report your antics while the rest of us continue to laugh at your feelings, your filthy language, and your opinions. We just don’t care.

  • A Little Bit of History on Valentine’s Day

    Happy Valentine’s Day, to all of you.  Here’s a little bit to ponder while you’re having breakfast or walking the cat. Etiam beatus Lupercalia.

    During the reign of Roman emperor Claudius II, a/k/a Claudius the Cruel, Claudius was having some difficulty persuading people to join the Roman Army, probably because they were more interested in staying with their families than going off to some foreign country and fighting barbarians. Does that sound familiar?  To handle the problem, Claudius banned all marriages and engagements in Rome. St.Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret.

    When Valentine’s actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death. Valentine was arrested and dragged before the Prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off. The sentence was carried out on February 14, on or about the year 270.

    Legend also has it that while in jail, St. Valentine left a farewell note for the jailer’s daughter, who had become his friend, and signed it “From Your Valentine.” After his death, he was declared a saint.

    The history is that there were three men named Valentine. One was a priest in Rome, the second one was a bishop of Interamna (now Terni, Italy) and the third St. Valentine was a martyr in the Roman province of Africa. All three men were martyred, according to the Catholic Encyclopaedia.  Valentine’s Day was associated with the pagan festival of Lupercalia, a bawdy Roman date night indeed, but since the Church of Rome detested everything pagan, the ‘festival’ was incorporated into its martyrs’ days as Valentine’s Day.

    That’s the legend. Here are some other things that have happened on Valentine’s Day.

    Feb. 14, 1779,  A Patriot militia force of 340 led by Colonel Andrew Pickens of South Carolina with Colonel John Dooly and Lieutenant Colonel Elijah Clarke of Georgia defeats a larger force of 700 Loyalist militia commanded by Colonel James Boyd at Kettle Creek, Georgia. I believe there’s a tourist attraction near Pensacola, FL, named after COL Pickens.

    Feb. 14, 1779.  Captain James Cook, the great English explorer and navigator, is murdered by natives of Hawaii during his third visit to the Pacific island group. In 1768, Cook, a surveyor in the Royal Navy, was commissioned a lieutenant in command of the HMS Endeavor.

    Feb. 14, 1864, Union General William T. Sherman enters Meridian, Mississippi, during a winter campaign that served as a precursor to Sherman’s March to the Sea campaign in Georgia. This often-overlooked Mississippi campaign was the first attempt by the Union at total warfare, not just a military strike but also aimed at breaking the will of the South.

    Feb. 14, 1929. Sir Alexander Fleming was a young bacteriologist when an accidental discovery led to one of the great developments of modern medicine on this day in 1929. Having left a plate of staphylococcus bacteria uncovered, Fleming noticed that a mold that had fallen on the culture had killed many of the bacteria. He identified the mold as penicillium notatum, similar to the kind found on bread.

    Feb. 14, 1929. Four men dressed as police officers enter gangster Bugs Moran’s headquarters, a garage on North Clark Street in Chicago, line seven of Moran’s henchmen against a wall, and shoot them to death. The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, as it is now called, was the culmination of a gang war between arch rivals Al Capone and Bugs Moran. The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre was the response by Capone to a $50,000 bounty placed on his head by Bugs Moran. A movie based on that event was filmed some years later. “Some Like It Hot” starred Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon in drag, and Marilyn Monroe as Sugar Kane, a singer in an all-girl band.  If you haven’t seen that movie, do so. It’s one of Buster Keaton’s last movies, too.  When Jack Lemmon tells him ‘I’m a man,’ and pulls off his wig, Keaton’s response was ‘Nobody’s perfect.’

    Feb. 14, 1943. German General Erwin Rommel and his Afrika Korps launch an offensive against an Allied defensive line in Tunisia, North Africa. The Kasserine Pass was the site of the United States’ first major battle defeat of the war.

    GEN Rommel was dispatched to North Africa in February 1942, along with the new Afrika Korps, to prevent his Italian Axis partner from losing its territorial gains in the region to the British. Despite his skill, until this point Rommel had been unable to do much more than manage his own forces’ retreats, but the Battle of Kasserine Pass would finally display the “Desert Fox’s” strategic genius.

    Feb. 14, 1962. President John F. Kennedy authorizes U.S. military advisers in Vietnam to return fire if fired upon. At a news conference, he said, “The training missions we have [in South Vietnam] have been instructed that if they are fired upon, they are of course to fire back, but we have not sent combat troops in [the] generally understood sense of the word.” In effect, Pres. Kennedy was acknowledging that U.S. forces were involved in the fighting, but he wished to downplay any appearance of increased American involvement in the war. The next day former Vice President Richard Nixon expressed hopes that President Kennedy would “step up the build-up and under no circumstances curtail it because of possible criticism.”  Yes, THAT Nixon.

    Happy Valentine’s Day.  Movies recommended include Shakespeare in Love, Some Like It Hot, And Walt Disney’s ‘Sleeping Beauty’.

    Thanks to History dot com for the general info.