A word to the wise: be sure you put down any glass or mug – and clear anything out of your mouth – immediately when the images concerning alien abductions first appear on the screen at around 3 min 40 sec. And don’t pick up the glass/mug or eat/drink anything for the next 30 seconds. (smile)
Yeah, the speaker (Terrence McKenna) was a major-league New Age flake and mushroom aficionado. Regardless, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a better discussion of the subject.
So, YouTube pulled the Fort Myers videos that the Shipleys put up this last weekend because that big crybaby down in Florida doesn’t like that people post the truth about him – his image and behavior and his own words. So the Shipleys apologize to him and to YouTube.
Yep, he’s made the videos free for all of us at this link. Don knew all along that YouTube would pull the videos down, they’ve done it so often when the phonies whine, that’s why he started the pay site so the phonies would have no where to go to cry. So, in the end, Bernath thinks he’s so much better than a regular old phony liar, but really he’s just another chapter in the same old worn book.
USAToday reports that 216 valor medals were award in secret during the war against terror, probably because of the increased involvement of special warfare units.
Since 9/11, the 216 medals were awarded in secret for missions that cannot be publicly discussed, according to the records. One Distinguished Service Cross, the second-highest medal awarded to soldiers, and three Navy Crosses, the equivalent medal for sailors and Marines, have been issued for courageous acts during classified operations. The Navy awarded 112 Silver Stars, and the Army 100 more for undisclosed actions. The Air Force has not issued a Service Cross or Silver Star in secret since 9/11.
A number of people have sent us the link thinking that it increases the likelihood that phonies will start claiming secret medals. Probably, but only because they don’t understand that the award itself isn’t a secret, it’s still in folks’ records, what is secret is the circumstances that earned the medal for the individual. There might not be a citation, but there will be orders and an annotation of the award in their record jacket.
Besides, if I’m questioning you about a Silver Star, you didn’t do a very good job of keeping it secret, did you? Secret medals aren’t stuck to the window of your pickup truck or posted on Facebook and kept secret very long.
Well, longtime readers probably know what’s coming next.
Yeah, my little friend Birdie came back to visit me again. And he tells me it seems a bunch of Dumb, Royally Clueless “Deft, Really Clever” folks – or at least one of that group – claims they’ve “found” me. Again.
I guess this time I should be somewhat flattered. They seem to have returned to form for now. They appear once again to be using the DRC/DRG equivalent of a Ouija board – e.g., sitting around looking at pictures of true “high-speed/low-drag” badasses while fapping furiously, all the while trying to figure out who I am – and then somehow decide that one of the photos must be me. Then they claim that’s who I am.
This time, according to some Dumb and Really Grotesque “Dandy, Really Great” folks (or at least one such “inDUHvidual”) I’m a retired Army SF officer. I’ll spare the guy they’ve misidentified as me embarrassment he doesn’t need and not mention his name here.
Gee. That’s a nice thought, you bunch of clueless jerks guys; and it really is a compliment. The men who make SF a career are among the best our military has; they truly are the “quiet professionals”. Being thought one of them is an honor, even when that claim turns out not to be correct.
Unfortunately, yeah – that’s wrong. I can categorically assure you I am not a retired SF officer. So once again, you DRC/DRG clowns “fine fellows” have fornicated Fido (AKA “screwed the pooch”). Blown it. Effed up. However you want to put it, you got it wrong. Yet again.
For at least the twelfth freaking time.
Hell, you’ve probably actually made a baker’s dozen or more such screw-ups trying to find me by now. Dunno for sure, but I’m relatively certain I’ve missed at least one occasion where you misidentified some guy I’ve never even met as being me.
Obligatory recap time: this incredibly dense bozo (or group of bozos) fine fellow (or group of fellows) has now erroneously identified five different Navy vets as being me – including 4 ex-SEALs (first SCPO Don Shipley, then CAPT Larry Baily, then a guy I’m intentionally not naming, and lastly MCPO Hershel Davis). I’ve also been mistakenly-identified as a retired Navy diver (late 2015; I was kinda busy at the time and didn’t write about that one). Another time, I was accused of being a longtime commenter here at TAH. They’ve wrongly claimed I was a a multi-star Army GO, now unfortunately deceased. According to them, I’ve been “identified” as a retired SF SGM; I’ve also been misidentified as a serving Army officer. The time before last they falsely claimed I was an Army vet who served during the Eisenhower Administration (and who is also a former Brooklyn Law School Professor). And, last time, I was supposedly a guy in Indiana who writes an occasional sports column for a paper there.
Now this time, they claim I’m a retired Army SF officer.
(sigh) Geez. Best I can tell I’ve never even met any of the folks they’ve identified as being me. And I just checked the name on my driver’s license and other ID cards, so yeah: while being a retired SF officer would be great, I’m pretty damn sure they’re wrong this time too.
Sorry, DRC/DRG – no dice. Ya blew it again. Yer still battin’ “oh-fer”.
Sheesh. These guys really seem to be “stuck on stupid”. Maybe they just like it there.
Or maybe Jethro Tull simply had them pegged 40+ years ago:
(Don’t forget to “click . . . on the pic”. [smile])
Give it up, DRC/DRG. Your antics are boring and predictable. And while you may enjoy showing your ass to the world, do the world a favor and cover it. It’s ugly – and offends damn near everyone.
With apologies to the memory of the late Warren Zevon for spoofing one of his best.
Frozen, Glazed, and Snowed-In
Well, I sit here and I shiver
It’s winter where I am
This weather sucks the big one
Hell it’s just not worth a damn
I’ve been out front shoveling snow
My back’s seen better days
Need hot pads, beer, and Motrin
Plus two tubes of Ben Gay, hyeaah
Now the landscape is all frozen
Damn weather’s gotten stuck
Choices are “snow” or “an ice storm”
Man, this winter sure does suck
Yeah, this winter sure does suck
Well, this winter sure does suck
I’m getting cabin fever
More snow to fall today
I think I’ll just say, “Eff it!”
And move out to LA
All right
I’m frozen, glazed, and snowed-in
I’m frozen, glazed, and snowed-in
I’m frozen, glazed, and snowed-in
I’m frozen, glazed, and snowed-in
Just kidding about the “move out to LA” part. I’m not that damn desperate – yet. (smile)
Happy Valentine’s Day, all.
My little friend Birdy came back to visit me the other day. You know, the one who tells me what’s going on in certain circles?
You wanna guess what little Birdy told me this time?
Yep, you guessed it. My feathered friend told me that an online persona reputedly associated with certain a group of Ditzy, Really Gonzo (or maybe that’s “Dorkish, Really Clueless”) fools claims they know who I am. I’ve been “identified”!
Again. (Yawn.)
Yeah, right. And the moon is made of green cheese, too.
But this time, they’ve actually kinda p!ssed me off.
Oh, not because they’re anywhere remotely close to being correct. They’re not.
But they had the gall to mis-identify me as a member of the freaking mainstream media (MSM). This time, they apparently think I’m a reporter for the Indianapolis Star. I’ll refrain from naming the guy; as far as I know, despite his profession he’s done nothing to deserve grief from these “fine fellows”.
Now that p!sses me off bigtime. I have standards!
I try to get things correct. I check facts. I don’t write crap that purports to be true and unbiased while instead actually producing half-baked, poorly-researched, and misleading propaganda masquerading as news. When I write something, I make it very clear when I’m stating an opinion and when I’m stating what I believe to be fact.
Once mainstream journalists did much the same. But today? Best I can tell, for most of the mainstream media today fact checking is optional and being unbiased gets little more than lip service. They unabashedly slant the news and shill for their political favorites in a way that would make Goebbels or the editors of Pravda during the Cold War proud. And to top things off, many of them today don’t even seem able to write at a junior high level.
You know, I believe I’d rather have a brother in prison plus a sister in a whorehouse than to debase myself publicly the way many MSM journalists seem to daily. (Although these days, I guess the sister could be the one in prison and the brother the one working in the whorehouse. Hey, whatever.) That’s almost as bad as being a libidiot who supports ObamaCare and the rest of the left’s current Communist Socialist “Progressive” political dogma.
Come to think of it, that last sentence probably describes 85% or more of today’s mainstream media. (Disclaimer: I have no idea if the guy misidentified as me is one of the few in the mainstream media today who has common sense or not. I have never met him and am completely unfamiliar with his work.) That’s likely at least part of the reason why I am not and almost certainly never will be a mainstream media journalist. Plus, I never did much like dealing with dissembling tools on a daily basis – particularly when many of them are apparently so dumb they don’t even realize what they’re doing.
OK, rant’s over; time to get back on track. Recap time.
This is apparently at least the 11th time the DRC claims they’ve “identified Hondo”. And they’re still batting “oh-fer” – e.g., they’ve been wrong every damn time.
Previously, these Dull and Remarkably Gluteal bozos have erroneously identified 5 different Navy vets as being me – including 4 ex-SEALs (first SCPO Don Shipley, then CAPT Larry Baily, then a guy I’m intentionally not naming, and lastly MCPO Hershel Davis). They’ve also wrongly claimed I was a a multi-star Army GO, a retired SF SGM, another longtime commenter here at TAH, a retired Navy diver (late 2015 – I was kinda busy at the time and didn’t write about that one), and a serving Army officer. Finally, last time they falsely identified an Army vet who served during the Eisenhower Administration (and who is also a former Brooklyn Law School Professor) as me.
And now, they seem to think I’m a freaking mainstream media journalist in Indiana. Geez.
Unless I’m miscounting, that totals at least 11 mistaken “identifications”. I’m guessing the actual total is even higher, because I’m reasonably sure I’ve missed one or two somewhere along the way.
And every last one of those “identifications” has been . . . wrong. Sadly, pathetically wrong.
(flip) (flip) (flip) (flip) Here’s a dollar in quarters, dipsticks. Go buy yourselves several clues. You ain’t even close this time. You never have been.
Or, better yet: just give it up. Quit wasting your time.
Sheesh. Talk about “stuck on stupid”.
Last month we talked about Graham Hunt, the Washington state legislator who had embellished his military career and posted a stock Associated Press photo that hinted that he had suffered the losses of friends in combat. In a link sent by C B, the Seattle Times crows about his announcement that he is resigning;
The resignation came after Hunt met with Republican leaders Tuesday afternoon amid mounting allegations against him.
House Minority Leader Dan Kristiansen had said last week Hunt needed to clear up his record or resign. In a statement Tuesday, Kristiansen said he supported Hunt’s decision to step down, adding state House Republicans “have high ethical standards and hold each other accountable.”
The Seattle Times first reportedlast month that military records did not back up Hunt’s claims of serving as a “combat veteran” in Iraq and Afghanistan, and that he’d listed three medals on his official biography that the Air Reserve Personnel Center had no record of him receiving.
From Hunt’s resignation letter;
As I have stated before, I have nothing to conceal, nor have I ever deliberately conducted myself in a manner that compromises my integrity or the integrity of this office. However, the recent speculation of impropriety has taken its toll on my family, my colleagues, and the community. The people of the Second District of Washington deserve a full-time representative who can zealously advocate for their objectives without distraction. Under the current circumstances, I no longer feel that I can meet these expectations. Therefore, it is in the best interests of the people of Washington that I relinquish my seat.
Well, whether he intended to tell lies or not, he’s responsible for the stuff that goes on his campaign website. Like I said the other day, if I can’t document stuff about my military career, I just don’t mention it. But, then, there’s nothing I can’t document.
(With appropriate apologies to the late Harry Edward Nilsson III.)
Fuel Tank
Someone got into de plane, de plane was short on gas
Dey then took off in de plane, ended up in de grass
Not enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, dey took it right up
Not enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, dey took it right up
Not enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, engine start to sputter
Not enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, call de tower, voice aflutter
Say “Tower – ain’t there nothin’ I can do?”
Dey say “Tower – de runway make it to?”
Dey say “Tower – ain’t there nothin’ I can do?”
Dey say “Tower – de runway make it to?”
“Now lemme get this straight
Not enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, you took it right up?
Not enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, you took it right up?
Not enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, you took it right up?
And when the engine start to sputter, call de tower, woke ’em up?
And say, ‘Tower, ain’t there nothin’ I can do?’
You say ‘Tower, de runway make it to?’
You say ‘Tower, ain’t there nothin’ I can do?’
You say ‘Tower, de runway make it to?’
Next time you check out de plane’s fuel tank, before you take it off!
With enough in de plane’s fuel tank, your landing should be soft.
With no gas in de plane’s fuel tank, you in a world of hurt.
With no gas in de plane’s fuel tank you can end up in the dirt.”
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Someone got into de plane, dey took off right away
Not enough in the plane’s fuel tank, took off anyway.
Not enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, engine start to sputter
Not enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, call de tower,voice aflutter
And say “Tower, ain’t there nothin’ I can do?’
And say, “Tower, de runway make it to?”
And say, “Tower, ain’t there nothin’ I can do?”
Then say Tower, “Now lemme get this straight –
Not enough in de plane’s fuel tank, but still you did take off?
Not enough in de plane’s fuel tank, and now de engine cough?
Not enough in de plane’s fuel tank, you took it right up
Without enough in de tank? You such a silly doofus!
Enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank and it will fly much better.
Enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, you can land it on a letter.
Enough gas in de plane’s fuel tank, you can safely bring her down.
Enough gas in your plane’s fuel tank you won’t end up short of town.”
“Woo, ain’t there nothin’ I can do?”
Dey say,”Woo, de runway make it to?”
Dey say, “Well, woo, ain’t there nothin’ I can can do?”
Dey say, “Woo woo, de runway make it to?”
Dey say, “Yow, ain’t there nothin’ I can do?”
Dey say, “Wow, de runway make it to?”
Dey said “Tower, ain’t there nothing I can do?”
Dey said, “Tower, de runway make it to?”
Dey said, “Tower, ain’t there nothing I can do?”
Dey said, “Tower, I’m in a bad position!”
Check de gas in de plane’s fuel tank before you take it off
Have enough in de plane’s fuel tank and de engine should not cough
Have enough in de plane’s fuel tank it help de plane to land
With enough in de plane’s fuel tank your landing will be grand
You can call de airport gas truck
You call de airport gas truck, dey come and sell you gas
Call de airport gas truck, dey come and sell you gas
Call de airport gas truck, dey come and sell you gas
Call de airport gas truck, dey come and sell you gas
Call de airport gas truck, dey come and sell you gas
OK, time to be serious. Errors regarding having sufficient fuel to complete a flight safely are apparently relatively common. In 2003, there were apparently 132 such aviation incidents – 91 from fuel exhaustion, and another 41 from fuel starvation. (There were a few others due to fuel contamination.) Many of the incidents led to fatalities or serious injuries. Here are a few other more recent such incidents.
http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-north-east-wales-30035659
http://www.ntsb.gov/investigations/AccidentReports/Reports/AAR1302.pdf
http://www.newstalk.com/reader/47.301.341/16069/0/
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-norfolk-31871462
Remeber: it’s best to always check the gas, oil, and other fluid levels before you travel by privately-owned vehicle. That’s true if you’re driving, riding – and especially if you’re flying.
Because if you’re flying, the stakes are WAY higher. Running out of fuel (or breaking down due to low fluid levels) while driving or riding is generally only a major inconvenience. However, it’s often deadly when you’re flying – for both the careless pilot and other innocent parties.
Hey, I don’t generally much care if someone I don’t know is stupid or careless and ends up offing himself/herself. But I do care that their stupidity might take me – or someone I care about – with them.