Equity File
The Green New Deal proposes to take control of production out of the hands of farmers and ranchers and cede it to control of the National Government – as a form of ‘equity’. You hear that word a lot these days. The statement itself is reminiscent of the old, defunct, Soviet Union.
Stalin in declared any theft of state property a crime punishable by death. He then at the same time declared that all production including food production was state property. So, if you eat food that was not granted to you by the state, you are stealing, and could therefore be shot.
It’s very convenient.
As a Reminder
The people who are pushing a COVID-19 passport are the same who are telling you that it’s impossible to get an ID to vote.
Taco Tuesday
Yes, it’s cultural appropriation.
Not Just a Job – An Adventure…
Cliff Krahenbill writes of his adventures in the US Navy. They are presented here for your review and commentary. My experience in the navy was very different. As an officer, assigned to special duty, I wasn’t part of the black shoe (the fleet) or the brown shoe (the Naval Air Service) navy. Being ‘special’ does have benefits. I’ve never denied that. Enough about me. Here is Cliff’s story:
In 1969 I returned from my first tour in Viet Nam after serving aboard the USS Clark County, LST 601. I thought that was the worst ship in the Navy. How wrong I was.
I reported to Long Beach for my new ship assignment. I had been assigned to the U.S.S. Guadalupe AO 32. Yeah, an oiler. I was immediately assigned to 30 days mess duty. That’s not that bad but the skipper decided it was time to muck the tanks.
Oilers have very large oil tanks, huge tanks and every so many years the tanks have to be cleaned. Cleaning a huge tank involves a bucket brigade running from the entire length of the stairs. After about five minutes you and everyone else is covered with think black oil and it stinks.
Once most of the oil in the tank has been removed by hand, all the junk that was tossed into the tank over the years needs to be removed. Mattresses, engine blocks, bicycles, wooden ballets, and if you can name it was at the bottom of the every tank.
Once the tank had the oil removed, the junk removed, we could now wipe down the walls of the tank clean, using rags. Bales, and bales of rags.
During the day I had mess duty, at night until 10 PM, I took part in mucking tanks.
After about a week of this shit duty, I went to ship Yeoman and I filled out a request to volunteer to go to Viet Nam. About a week later, I get called into the XO’s quarters asking me why I wanted to go to Viet Nam. I wanted off this hunk of crap ship, but I told I him I wanted to fight communism and do my part.
He said he had to find 7 volunteers for Viet Nam. The assignment involved going to Coronado Island and attending 8 weeks of LCM (Mike Landing Craft) school. I said hell yes! Sign me up. I had my orders and I was off the ship as soon as I had my clearance papers signed.
I reported to the Naval Amphibious Warfare Training Center, Coronado Island, Calif. and for 8 weeks, I and a bunch of other sailors, drove around Coronado bay driving LCM’s. I attended some modified SEAR training, took classes on how to behave in Viet Nam, and I attended weapons training at Camp Pendleton.
The irony of this story is that by the time I got to Viet Nam, the Navy had turned all LCM’s over to the Vietnamese Navy. I was without a job. Man, was I pissed! I reported Nha Be and I was reassigned as truck driver for Naval Support Activities Saigon. Only one small problem, I didn’t know how to drive!
Someone took me over to a Motor Pool where they issued military drivers licenses. All the while, I’m telling anyone that will listen, I don’t know how to drive! I sat down at what looked like a game console. It had three lights. Red, yellow and green. I had a Brake pedal and gas pedal. The cute little Vietnamese girl sitting in front of me tells me to press on the gas pedal and when the light turns red, to press the brake. Never could figure it out. She tried a couple of more time, shook her head, completed the form and I was given my first ever drivers license.
I was assigned to the FPO post office on Tan Son Nhut Air Base and I was given a truck full of mail that had to be delivered everyday to small bases all over South Viet Nam. Overtime, I did learn to drive. And yes, I told anyone that would listen I did not know how to drive. Their response was, you have a military drivers license, you can drive.
I ran into the back of a bus full of Vietnamese civilians. Scared the shit out of them! I drove off into a rice paddy, I took out a couple of small buildings while trying to refuel but I did eventually learn to drive.
Anything was better than mucking tanks on a Navy oiler. After I finished my tour, I reported to Treasure Island, Calif. for reassignment. I was offered a 6 month early out and I took it. Couldn’t risk being assigned to another oiler.
Remington type 3 (Model 95) Double Derringer
Designed by Elliot c.1865, manufactured by E. Remington and sons in Ilion, New York c.1912-1935. .41RF over-under barrels, bottom-break single action, spur trigger, manual ejector with checkered tab.
In its equally small and vintage cardboard box. The ‘model 95′ Derringer saw three production runs from 1866 to 1935, and prompted many copies following that.
Pass the Hemlock?
The largest vaccine project of an ‘unapproved drug’ is to be carried out by a Big Pharma company long known for bribing doctors and health authorities… more here…
And this from Norway. I’m not saying that you’ll die if you take one of the plague shots. I hope that I’m not implying that. However there is the government’s side where they’re telling you to obey, take the shot and keep your mask on for the rest of your life and the other side.
Meme-of-the-day
The meme below compares Joe Biden to a potato. Please don’t send hate mail to Virtual Mirage. I am not implying in any way that Old Slow Joe is as smart as a potato.
Additionally, potatoes aren’t corrupt unless they’re 80 years old and then they’re rotten.
I don’t know of a single potato that ever took a bribe from China or Ukraine, or went around sniffing children’s hair.
thirty colleges announced plans to require students etc get the jab b4 returning to campus next semester. the va. attorney general fraudulently stated its legal. my days of gainful employment are numbered. they made me a felon, now take my right to earn a living. how many more like me? out of 320 million, i’d guess a few million. arab spring only came about because a man’s wages for a day’s work failed to buy food for his family. beware the man with nothing to lose they say. the commies are creating several million of them, good job. i just wanted to live out my last days sitting by a creek sipping a beer. but no, stupid commies gotta commie. sic semper tyrannis.
The left is driven to insert itself into every facet of everyone’s lives, and then take a massive dump. We no longer have free and fair elections, they’re allowing a million illegal aliens, unaccounted for, to swarm into the nation, and, wear your obedience mask, RR. Recite the critical race credo or you’ll be stripped and flogged.
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of ‘Men who wanted to be left Alone’.
They try, so very hard to mind their own business and provide for themselves and those they love.
They resist every impulse to fight back, knowing the forced and permanent change of life that will come from it.
They know the moment they fight back, the lives as they have lived them, are over.
The moment the ‘Men who wanted to be left Alone’ are forced to fight back, it is a small form of suicide. They are literally killing off who they used to be.
Which is why, when forced to take up violence, these ‘Men who wanted to be left Alone’, fight with unholy vengeance against those who murdered their former lives.
They fight with raw hate, and a drive that cannot be fathomed by those who are merely play-acting at politics and terror.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at the Left’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy, but it will fall upon deaf ears.”
The Revenant coming off the big screen. Well said.
Men must decide when enough is enough.
You want my gun? I’m your huckleberry.
Wear a mask? Make me.
It’s a choice.
I don’t know how it is now, but back when I was in military driver’s licenses were easy to get. They simply filled them out with your data plus whatever you were qualified to drive and handed them to you. That you may have had zero training or experience with said vehicles was irrelevant and I pretty much self trained on several both wheeled and tracked.
I guess they had a class in Saigon for the swabs who never drove. Scary.
There are military drivers licenses?
I just remember getting into a deuce and a half and driving.
Ah, yes. Words mean what we say they mean. Today. Check back again tomorrow. Equal opportunity becomes “equal’, becomes “equity”, becomes rainbows and Unicorn farts.
Now if you will excuse me, I’m off to appropriate some culture. I can handle my own farts, thank you very much.
Handing out land to government approved cronies – that worked out SO well in Zimbabwe.
Don’t know how to drive – I remember reading an account by a guy who discovered, in basic, that he could NOT throw a grenade. He was told to tape his together, put them in the bottom of his bag, and forget they exist.
Then he was sent to Viet Nam.
During night watch, he heard sounds from an area where no one was supposed to be so he called it in, and was ordered to throw a grenade in that direction.
So….he tried throwing one, after digging it out and removing the tape.
A nearby outpost then said they were under attack and arty was called in, a gunship started flying overhead and blasting the area, and all the troops went to their fighting positions and opened fire.
When it was all over, no enemy casualties were found.
His guess – it was probably just a drunk farmer on his way back home, who cleared the area while he was digging out and prepping the grenade.
Yeah, I’d have taken his grenade and his ammo. He could shout bang.
Cleaning tanks! And I though the Army has some shitty jobs.
The navy has some epic shitty jobs.
Inded they do!
We are becoming South Africa, with Africa winning over America. What next, seriously, roaming death squads going onto farms?
This, this is how you create actual racists out of nice, normal, ‘get-along-with-everyone’ people.
Could be worse, could be in the Army or Air Force and assigned to the burn pits. Bad enough the ones in Iraq and Afghanistan, but the ones at research facilities like Groom Lake? Yikes.
In Africa, the average life expectancy dropped after the white government departed. Grist for a future blog post. It’s not a place you’d like to live now – no matter what race you are.
They may have alien bugs (space alien, not Guatemalan) eating the trash there, and growing to an enormous size. I don’t know that to be the case, but it would make a great novella.
You could send some of that Taco Tuesday my way..
Loved the Navy story. Thanks for sharing that.
Be safe and God bless you all.
Taco Tuesday is racist. You wouldn’t to participate in cultural appropriation. I’d suggest that gumbo may be a regional favorite but I don’t know if the recipe originated locally.
LL, you never cease to amaze with the life stories. Ships oil tank cleaner? Mike Rowe just sent a knowing smile hat-tip your way. Probably pre-Tyvek suit days.
Potato – More like a Potted Plant being pumped up with Miracle Grow. This clown’s inanity is beyond embarrassing, and we’re only 100 days in. Last year when the Potentates said “open by Memorial Day” I said, “yeah right, we shall see”. When late May heavier lockdown restrictions were dictated I knew America was toast. Every week they up the ante. Get the vax if you want, who cares, it’s nobody’s business. Getting out of bed is risky enough, piling on with an experimental treatment is a little Russian Roulette for my logic. Food is the next tyranny level. If/when government starts messing/restricting with my foodstuff selections I may go postal. Touch my steak…that’ll do it. (Can you tell I went to a town further south today…geez, like walking into the Matrix, weirdness all around and no cool sunglasses and long coat to ward off the idiocy.)
Taco’s…another picture making me want that party pack…NOW…and I just ate dinner. I’d happily suffer, plenty of Tums in the prepper stash.
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