Category: Who knows

  • Don’t Taze Me, Sis

    Mr. Blackfive and 509th Bob sent us this video of some Air Force folks training with a taser;

    I guess when you need to reach down deep and grab some testicular fortitude, anyone’s will do.

  • Yer Friday Morning Funny . . . .

    . . . is below the break.  It’s probably safe for most work environments, but might cause some, um, interesting questions if viewed by younger children.

    Enjoy.  (smile)

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  • Ranger Up: A “Top 1000” Internet Vendor

    More details can be found in this story from the Army Times.

    Damn well done, guys.  Congrats.

  • Chelsea/Breanna/whatevs wants presidential pardon

    manning tears

    The real news in this article to me is that the Associated Press, that writes the style manual for journalists, has decided that they’ll not call Bradley Manning by his slave name but rather his liberated vaginal name;

    Army Pvt. Chelsea Manning is seeking a presidential pardon for leaking reams of classified information that her lawyer says did not merit protection.

    […]

    In her petition for pardon and commutation of sentence, Manning wrote: “The decisions I made in 2010 were made out of a concern for my country and the world that we live in.”

    I’m guessing that the judge decided that the classified information that the criminal Manning released to the world did, indeed “merit protection”, otherwise the criminal’s ass wouldn’t be rotting in prison at the moment. It’s not up to some defense lawyer to decide what documents are protected and which are not.

    I figure that Whatevs Manning is just upset that the name has been pushed out of the news feeds by haircuts and suicides, not knowing that his name is now a punchline.

  • That vet who stopped convenience store robbery

    Everyone and his grandmother has been sending us this video of Jon L. Alexander, a 54-year-old veteran in Missouri who allegedly stared down a gunman in his convenience store.

    But, he claims that he has 30 years of military service at a “high risk” job, and did 4 tours in Iraq, so that made me suspicious. His “high risk” job was at the 459th Transportation Company, and I know that if he rode convoys it could probably be classified as “high risk” and I don’t want to take that away from him. But the 459th only did two tours of Iraq (not the four Alexander claims) and it looks like they did OIF I from Kuwait, which doesn’t mean that they didn’t convoy into Iraq, but OIF I was different than OIF II in that regard – at least that’s what you guys told me. The Center For Military History shows the 459th Trans Co. was activated twice during the war on terror.

    Also, the video looks staged. Who says “give me all your money” without showing the gun first? And who lets the criminal back away still carrying his gun? I may be wrong, but that’s just my impression.

    We’re checking on Alexander’s records, and I hope I’m wrong about everything, but call me skeptical – that’s why it might seem that I’m ignoring your emails.

  • You Just Ain’t Gonna Believe This One

    Well, here’s another “gem of wisdom” from the freaking idiots “fine lads and lasses” at PETA.

    According to PETA, ladies, you shouldn’t eat chicken while expecting.  Because if you do – and the child is male – PETA says there may be “dire consequences” for the youngster.

    Yeah, they’re full of it.  While there is a trace chemical in poultry (phthalate) that some studies show has been associated with – um, let’s call it “shorter stature” – poultry isn’t a significant source of exposure.  Plastic containers and personal hygiene products are hugely more important sources.

    PETA is simply misrepresenting and sensationalizing the facts again for propaganda and fear-mongering purposes.  It’s just more business-as-usual for those clowns.

    So, as the cows in the Chick Fil’a ads say:  feel free to “Eat mor chikin”.  (smile)

  • A Sunday Afternoon Funny: Posin’

    Here ya go, Ex-PH2.   With apologies to Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Robert Hunter, and the late Jerry Garcia.(smile)

     

    Posin’

    Posin’ got their lies all set. Real winners all, just like ol’ Shovel man
    Keep posin’, just ‘bout all the time, posers just keep on creepin’ on.

    All those posers now shuckin’ and jivin’ on Main Street.
    Chicago, New York, Detroit and it’s always this lame bleat:
    “I was SF or a SEAL or Force Recon – a hero!
    Just look right here! I’m wearing all of my bling!”

    Dullard, with those SF lies; Phildo, with the fake SEAL claims;
    Spooky 8 claims he was CIA; but they’re all bogus and lame we know.

    Most of the posers you meet on the streets speak of war time,
    Most of the time they were safe on a base or at home.
    But that doesn’t stop them from claimin’ they did stuff heroic
    Right in the ear every one of them needs to get boned.

    Posin’, like the bunny man. Ranger, sniper, claims to beat the band
    Even when he never trained a day – what a lying clown, all show

    Sometimes their lies start gettin’ to me;
    So damn bad I can barely see.
    Lately it occurs to me
    On their faces I’d like to pee.

    What in the world ever became of Ms. Weebles?
    She lost her gut, but she still is just the same tool
    Now ridin’ a bike but still lyin’ ‘bout what she really did,
    All we can say is – “She’s a damn fool!”

    Disgusted, went down to the coast. Saw a fake SEAL dancin’ with no clothes!
    Claims that he “caught the PTS” – though he never heard a shot fired, no.

    Sittin’ and starin’ again at some more fake docs
    Claimin’ Purple Hearts that happened before they went in
    In his case Karma the Bitch she came a callin
    Wasn’t him that got hurt his wife’s the one that got nailed

    Busted, did it to his self, Lied for free stuff and it boomeranged
    But damn it, it get’s to wearin’ thin. They just won’t shut their yaps, oh no.

    We’re sick of all of the posin’ and we’d like to screw ya
    That’s why this site exists – just to put it to ya.
    It will expose your ass if you’re valor stealin’
    So go get a life, quit lyin’ and you we won’t pound.

    Sometimes their lies start gettin’ to me;
    So damn bad I can barely see.
    Lately it occurs to me
    Posers all in jail I’d love to see.

    Another has their lies exposed. Whoa whoa baby, now his life it blows,
    Back home, feels good down in my bones, another poser now exposed.
    Yet another poser now exposed.