The Long Slow Slide

The Chinese Spy Balloon wasn't blocked from transmitting information

 Because of course it wasn't.  That would have made Drooling Joe's puppet masters angry, and Drooling Joe doesn't want the Chinese angry.

The Chinese spy balloon that was allowed to spend a week flying over the U.S. was able to transmit secret intelligence to Beijing about several military bases “in real time,” according to a Monday morning news report.

Three unnamed officials told NBC News that Communist China was able to “gather intelligence from several sensitive American military sites.”

The intel China gathered “was mostly from electronic signals,” according to NBC, “which can be picked up from weapons systems or include communications from base personnel, rather than images, the officials said.”

If there's one thing I can be certain of in this whole shit show, it's that Joe Biden isn't in charge of jack shit.  He's not in charge of his own bowel movements, much less anything that happens in this country.  He's a figurehead with senile dementia.

It's quite possible that China already had intel on the bases they surveilled.  But what they accomplished was letting America know that they were in charge, not Joe Biden.  Biden is nothing but a puppet, and he dances when China pulls on his strings.

Back home

 It was a good funeral.  Then I spent a couple of days with family before I came back here.  I didn't turn on a radio, I didn't turn on a TV, I didn't get online and watch anything.  I just retreated.  It was necessary.

Let me tell you about Tim

 Tim was born in Canada, but don't hold that against him.  His mom was American, so he had dual citizenship.  His parents were also Christian missionaries, so as a yoot he spent a lot of time running around Nigeria and otherd parts of Africa as his parents built and worked a church.  Or churches.  Tim recalled riding around on the top of a Land Rover because there was no air conditioning and it was more comfortable to sit up top in the breeze.  He attended schools with kids from all over the world who's parents were working in those countries.  It gave him a very continental view on life.  He never drank coffee, only tea.  I blame his time amongst the Brits for that.

In time, Tim came back to North America, and became a pastor like his dad.  But Tim also had a powerful urge to serve in other capacities as well.  And thanks to his dual citizenship, he was able to become a US Army Chaplain.  He had to give up his Canadian citizenship to do it, or at least his Canadian passport.  He wanted to go Active Duty, but his wife forbade it.  There's another story that I won't get into.  Safe to say that Tim and his now-ex-wife are not on speaking terms.

But Tim did join the USAR, and the war being what it was, the 82nd Airborne Division saw him as "available" and snatched him up.  So he didn't "join" the Active Army, but by god he was part of the Active Army.  Two deployments worth, plus a bunch of other time spent on Fort Bragg where Tim had the absolute time of his life.

Eventually Tim got promoted, and with the promotion came the move out of the 82nd.  Tim was still USAR, so he took ever higher level of Chaplain positions throughout the Reserves.  He lived in Canada because his now-ex-wife refused to move to the USA, so Tim would literally fly into the USA for drill weekend and fly back home afterwards.  Honestly that's not much different than the Chaplains who live on the West Coast and then fly to their units on the East Coast.  In fact, for his last two commands, Tim's home was rather close.  One he could drive to, and the other was a short flight.

Tim ended up at a unit in Utah, where he worked with a wild-eyed, foul-mouthed crazy son of a bitch who had no regard for anyone's rank or position.  That would be me.  Just in case you missed the reference.  We two somehow got along like peas and carrots, bonding over our love of BBQ and classic rock music.  Tim always said that I gave him absolute fits when I was in the HQ building, but if we ever deployed I was the only troop he wanted next to him.  There were multiple times I let fly with my thoughts at that current moment, and Tim would walk away with a shocked look on his face muttering "I'm not sure what I just heard and I don't want to know!"  Tim's wife divorced him sometime in 2020, because she's a stupid cow.  I saw Tim struggle, but I never saw him falter.  My wife and I would fortify him with smoked meats and plenty of desserts when he was at Drill.  And despite the Covidiacy and the travel restrictions, Tim and I worked our asses off to take care of our Soldiers.,

Tim would retire in November of 2022.  At that point he had remarried to a wonderful, beautiful woman who made him deliriously happy.  He had two step kids that he adored, and who loved him back.  Apparently his step son was as much of a BBQ addict as Tim was.  He was going back to school.  He had the second part of his life ahead of him.

Five months later he was dead.  The Canadian government will tell you he died of the flu.  I say they forced him to take two fucking clot-shots, and I damn them to hell for it.  Nobody who's healthy and relatively young just "dies of the flu" without something else causing the problems.

Tim is getting buried at 1300.  I managed to force my way onto the Chief of Staff's calendar to simply say that if anybody from the command was going to go to the funeral, it had damn well better be the guy who worked with Tim for three years and more.  There was a Colonel and a Light Colonel who were on the list to represent the unit.  They looked at me, looked at the CoS and said they would take a pass this time, why don't you send Dave?  Apparently I had a look that said I would not accept NO as an answer.

So yeah.  That's where I'm going to be at.  And pardon me if I don't post much the rest of the weekend.

There's a time to nice, but it's not when the perverts are trying to take your kids

 So it's time to stop being nice, Christians.

Today you live in Negative World, and Negative World just became deadly. No longer do you live in a place where there is a distinction between being a Christian and “fighting the culture war.” Those three nine-year-olds that the monster shot were not consciously combatants in the culture war. They were not little James Dobsons. They were just Christian kids being raised in the nurture and admonition of the Lord by Christian parents. But we have reached a point where simply being a Christian means participation in the culture war is unavoidable. You may not want your children involved in the culture war, but if they bear the name of Christ, they are part of it whether you like it or not. Your enemy has made them a target, if not with bullets, with a poisonous mind virus that they constantly want them exposed to.

It is well past time for Christians, particularly Christian leaders, to recognize this. You have enemies. You have enemies that want you and your children dead. You have enemies you need to fight. Your desire to “win them over” through niceness is a weapon they wield against you. They manipulate your desire to avoid conflict. They know that you are terrified of offending anyone since that will negatively affect church attendance. And so they have rolled over you, they have destroyed your culture, and have now made you a pariah in your own country. You are not going to winsome your way out of this. You can choose to remain silent out of cowardice, or you can begin to fight an evil ideology that could not be in more stark rebellion against the Creator of Heaven and Earth.

Go read the whole thing.  I'm traveling today.  I'll get to that more later.

So they're not releasing the Nashville shooter's manifesto

 The cops say they're not releasing it in the middle of an active investigation.  Okie-dokie.

I've heard rumors that Biden's personal Gestapo has told Nashville not to release it.

While I can understand the Nashville's explanation, I'm still kinda in this mind-set.

Must be some seriously fucked up material in that there 'manifesto'...

Like pure-dee gasoline that the Leviathan Powers-That-Be abso-fucking-lutely do NOT want let out 'into the wild'...  My own personal opinion is they're going to stall like motherfuckers 'cos methinks it may have to do with the "Tranny Day of Revenge" or whatever that psychoshitfestivus is going on on April 1st...  Hope it fades as they muddle the waters and the obedient pets of the various Organs of the State and Ministries of Propaganda and Lies dutifully fall in line....

Yeah, the tranny day of rage coming up this Friday.  That'll totally help the mentally ill get accepted into society.

My take?  The shooter's manifesto contains verbiage that is word for word being taught in the publik skool sistim today, and if it was released too many parents would recognize the indoctrination from the manifesto that is being shoved on to their kids.  And parents would react accordingly.  The  narrative MUST BE PUSHED!

And having a mentally ill woman who called herself a man shoot up a Christian school doesn't help the narrative.  Having said mentally ill woman write out a manifesto that uses words like "Inclusivity" and "diversity" doesn't help the narrative.  Hell, the cops already put out that this crackpot avoided another school because they had armed guards there.  That kinda shoots down the gun control narrative that they're pushing, doesn't it?  Crackpot went to the Christian school because it was UNARMED.

The won't release the crackpot's manifesto, but the George Floyd vids were out on the street pretty damn quick.  And the Left got what it wanted out of that.

Weird shit in my head

 Had a dream last night where I was cleaning out my parent's garage.  Just doing maintenance and crap like that.  Had a huge spider in the corner, dragging along an egg case.  I'm trying to remember the horror movie from the 90's that had spiders in it, but it was kind of like that.  Think massive tarantula sized spider but fast.  I cleaned out the corner the spider was in, and it ran away, only to come back from a different direction and run at me.  Someone in the garage with me tried to stomp on it but it dodged, then ran right at my feet, and I swear to you I woke up feeling that little bastard biting me.  Full on, feet kicking, wake me from the dead of sleep nightmare about a fucking spider.

I think I have a lot of shit in my head that needs to be unpacked.

I'm not even arachnophobic.  Spiders don't bother me.

The drooling Chinese hand puppet cracks jokes about ice cream when talking about dead kids

 Fucking classy.  But even before he was a senile dementia patient, Drooling Joe was always a classless moron.

President Biden called on Congress to ban assault weapons during the Small Business Administration’s (SBA) Women Summit at the White House. Before mentioning the shooting, though, Biden cracked jokes about ice cream.

“My name is Joe Biden. I’m Dr. Jill Biden’s husband, and I enjoy ice cream, chocolate chip. I came down because it was chocolate chip ice cream. By the way, I have a whole refrigerator full upstairs. You think I’m kidding. I’m not,” he said.

As someone else on the internet has said, we're all very aware that Joey the Kid-Sniffer has ice-cream everywhere, because dementia patients get a short-term cognitive boost from ice cream, which is why you see that drooling, pants-shitting puppet eating ice cream at every public event.

As bad as reading the words are, it's nothing compared to actually listening to Biden try to slur and mumble through a speech when he clearly has problems reading the world's largest teleprompter.  No matter how bad you think it is, it's worse.

But of course they did

 ESPN, the world leader in Woke, awarded a man during Women's History Month.

It's Women's History Month, everyone! And to celebrate, ESPN of course had to honor the most beautiful and most brave "woman" of modern history - Lia Thomas.

Lia Thomas, who is a man, is a pathetic cheat who competes against women, and who uses the women's locker room where he exposes his penis, because he is a man and has a penis, to the women who actually belong in the women's locker room UNLIKE Lia Thomas, who is a man and belongs nowhere near the women's locker room.

Former NCAA swimmer Riley Gaines, who had to compete against and share a locker room with Thomas last year, has been quite outspoken about Thomas in the past. Specifically about seeing their male genitalia in her locker room. Gaines spoke out about this particular segment, tweeting, "Lia Thomas is not a brave, courageous woman who EARNED a national title. He is an arrogant, cheat who STOLE a national title from a hardworking, deserving woman. The @ncaa is responsible. If I was a woman working at ESPN, I would walk out. You're spineless @espn"

If I had a daughter who was forced to see Lia Thomas the man and his penis in a female locker room?  I would hunt Lia Thomas down and cut his penis off.  HIS penis.  Because he is a man.  A pathetic man, but still a man with a penis which should be cut off, preferably with a rusty butter knife.

More *&^%$#@ snow!

 Gotta go shovel again.  I went to bed around midnight.  There was a very light dusting of snow on my car, and none falling from the sky.

Woke up today and there's four to six inches on the ground.  Hopefully it's the light, fluffy, pushable snow.

Just FYI, Utah broke the record for accumulated snowpack up in the mountains.  So this is literally a record-setting year for snowfall.

What would you say...

 If there was a thirteen year old girl dressed in slutty clothes gyrating on a stage while men hooted and hollered at her?

You'd probably say some unpleasant words, wouldn't you?  I know I sure as hell would.  And if I were in close proximity to the men who were encouraging a thirteen year old girl to act like a stripper on stage, I might express my distaste in a physical manner.

Now....  with that in mind....

I have no words to describe how revolting it is to see a thirteen year old boy dressed up like a woman gyrating around while men hoot and holler.

What I will say is this:  This is what the groomers want as they push drag and trans and gay gay gay on your kids.  

And I'll add this:  I would bet every cent in my savings that boy has already had sex with grown men.  You can count on it.

Ending VA disability for DISABLED VETERANS

But I guarantee that Shaniqua and Lavontr'e are going to get their fucking EBT, aren't they?

Hey, tell me again why the Army can't find anyone to sign up?

Didn't the cops in London arrest a woman for praying?

 Not even praying out loud, but praying silently.  I guess that's why they can't be bothered to actually track down rapists.

Rape victims described being told they 'should and could have done more' to protect themselves by sarcastic, rude and dismissive investigators.

Many officers are desperate to close cases with NFA – 'no further action'. One admitted: 'The incentive is get it NFA'd because we have to do so much work to get it up and then the Crown Prosecution Service will NFA anyway.'

Ya wanna know why the cases get NFA'ed so often?  Who do you think is doing most of the raping?  Is it some yob from Liverpool who wants to get his jollies off?  Some bloke hanging around Trafalgar Square and thinking he'll have himself a little in-and-out action?

I highly doubt it, given that those people have been pushed out by the millions and millions of muslims that England has let in.  You know, like the muslim men who were running a grooming and rape gang of under aged girls that the police knew about and did nothing to stop.

You don't remember that?  Let me refresh your memory.

The grooming gangs have been traced back as far as the late 1980s. At-risk white English girls, often from broken homes and some as young as nine years old, were wooed or "groomed" by teenage Muslim boys called 'Romeos' and even by groups of Muslim men who hung around school gates. The girl would be made to feel important; given gifts and drugs. She was being groomed to be a drug addicted prostitute. Then came the gang rapes. They were threatened with death if they tried to flee.  

This is what they do in their own countries.  And this is what they do when they come to our country.  In Islam, women are considered second class people.  Sharia law treats them like property, not people.  So if some moon-god worshipping towelhead wants to get a little action, why shouldn't he use an object like a woman?  It's not like he considers her to be a person.

But anyways, given that London is no longer a white, English city but is instead a muslim city, the chances that the powers that be are going to start upsetting their overlords by actually arresting the fucking rapists is nil.  Zero.  Ain't gonna happen.

But by golly they'll arrest a Christian woman for praying outside an abortion clinic.

As Peter Grant likes to tell people, GET OUT OF THE CITIES.  When the collapse hits, they'll be pits of anarchy and sadism.  Just get out.  

And if I were a woman, I wouldn't go to any area dominated by Democrats or Muslims.  Ever.  

Dad's second tour in Nam

 At this point he's make rank so he's not shoving supplies out of a tent, but it's still pretty austere.  After all, Marines.  And Nam.  But there's perks to his job, as he's now in charge of the supply chain for his entire regiment, and one of those perks is that he's in charge of the food for the annual meetings of diplomats that were held on a monthly basis in Thailand.  Remember, the Marines guard our embassies, and the diplomatic meetings were a function of said embassies, do Dad gets to order the food for the once-a-month party.

Said food being steak and lobster, because..  well...  diplomats.  And bullshit.  In Thailand.

But here's the thing:  The meetings were SCHEDULED for every month, but that doesn't mean that they actually happened every month.  And Dad, being a good supply officer, knew that you just couldn't have last month's steak and lobster just sitting there in the freezer.  That wouldn't do for the high and might diplomats, not at all.  So dad orders new steak and lobster, then takes the old steak and lobster, and goes searching for people who care enough about their status that they'll trade away a lot of nice stuff to get the food.  After all, he can't just bring the food back to Nam with him.

Enter the Air Force.  Not only did the Air Force desperately want the steak and lobster, but they were willing to bring in cases of Jack Daniels from the states to trade.  Yes, there was a lot of steak and lobster for these meetings, and the Air Force couldn't understand why some jarhead had what should rightly be their supper, but fine, here's some whiskey and yes we'll get more and fly it here.

Dad also got a nice case of the AF survival knives at one point.  All of it easily transportable.

So now dad has quite a bit of Jack Daniels.  Is he going to give it to his own men?  Dad knows Marines.  Dad knows what Marines and whiskey will accomplish in country, and Dad wisely says "Nope, not today" and trucks the whiskey over to the people who think they can drink.  

Enter the Navy.  Specifically the SeeBees.  Why the SeeBees?  Because they build shit.  And they have the materials to build said shit, and they have a mighty thirst that can only be quenched by Old Number 7.  And when Dad describes what he'll accept in trade for the cases of whiskey (and the knives.  The Navy guys loved the AF survival knives for some reason), the SeeBees look around, scratch their hands, and say "So you want this when?  Done."

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how my father's regiment had the only enclosed, hardened gym in country.  His Marines could work out in mosquito-free comfort, safe from pretty much anything but a direct artillery strike.  And they were a bit too far back for a round to drop on their heads at that point.

Later on I would take some of these lessons my father imparted to me and use them to great effect during my own career.  I still have some gear that was never on the books stashed away, that was traded for other stuff that fell off the books or "expired".  And whenever I could, I made sure that my guys had EVERYTHING they needed.

Damn straight

Well, crap

My computer is refusing to recognize the charger.  Meaning, it's not charging.  The computer itself is over two years old.

I'm about to just go get a new one.  And it won't be a fucking Dell, because I refuse to deal with pieces of shit that don't work.  I've already sent this one back multiple times to get fixed.  Apparently there's always something else coming up that's a problem.  I know technology companies like to build crap like that into their programs, and I refuse to buy another hunk of shit from a company that I've already given plenty of money to for a product that's not working.

I didn't need this shit today.

At least I have a cheap Chromebook that works, so I can do the shit I need to do.  But dammit, typing on this thing requires me to reprogram my fingers.

America has a Democrat problem.

 I know I posted about this some years ago.  5% of all the counties in America made up 95% of all the crime, and of course, those counties are Democrat controlled, Democrat run and Democrat populated.

So I saw this and went "Well, yeah!"

Oklahoma County and Tulsa are two of the 62 counties that were responsible for 56% of America’s murders in 2020. A groundbreaking study by John R. Lott of the Crime Prevention Research Center, revealed that “1% of counties have 21% of the population and 42% of the murders” and  “2% of counties contain 31% of the population and 56% of the murders.”

The 1% of bloody red counties include such Democrat strongholds as Philadelphia, New York City, Los Angeles, Baltimore, Dallas, D.C., Miami-Dade, Milwaukee, San Diego, St. Louis, Chicago’s Cook County, L Houston’s Harris County, Detroit’s Wayne County, Memphis’ Shelby County, Pheonix’s Maricopa County, Cleveland’s Cuyahoga County, and many others.

I have to admit, these days when I hear about the murder rate in some city or yet another shooting in a Democrat controlled shithole, I just can't muster up any kind of real outrage.  These people have rejected everything that would make a city livable.  Hell, most of them have rejected God in every kind of meaningful sense, and thus rejected all of the various Christian values that help keep society operating in close contact with each other.

Chicongo might have pulled their head out of their ass long enough to take a breath, based on the fact that they got rid of the bastard son of Groot and Beetlejuice.  But since it's Chicongo, I don't really expect anything to change, and the city will continue to sink into a morass of stupidity, crime and violence.

And should I raise my voice to say that maybe people should turn back to God and stop acting like animals, I'm called a racist.  It's happened plenty of times in the past.  I expect it to continue in the future, because when faced with the reality that these people have created for themselves they don't have any arguments for their life or their behavior.  Therefor the people who point out the problems must be insulted, shouted down and belittled.

I recall a passage in the bible where Jesus instructs his apostles that when they come to a place where people refuse to listen, they should shake the dust of the town off of their sandals and continue on.  That's kind of how I see the cities right now.  My main goal is to prevent the sickness from spreading to where I am.  Secondary is helping them see the problems they've created for themselves.

We'll see how many of them are left after a few years, thanks to the clot shot that they all willingly lined up to take.

Yeah, I've got shit just flying around in my head.  Lots of things going on.

My father's first tour in Viet Nam

 He was the supply officer for a Marine battalion.  And dad had a problem.  He could requisition supplies all he wanted, but almost every time he did, the requisition wouldn't go through.

Prior to being sent to Nam, Dad had been stationed in Okinawa, doing logistics type things at the logistical hub at that base.  So Dad knew where all the supplies came from.  Hell, he'd been the one pushing them out the door for a couple of years.  He knew the supply chain from top to bottom.  He knew what was supposed to be happening.  He just didn't know where in the supply chain things got broken.

So here he was, a junior officer, with his CO giving him the stink-eye every time another requisition went unfilled and Marines went without the supplies they were begging for.  And that didn't sit well with my father.  Dad wanted shit done, and done right, and done right now.  So dad gets a stack of requisition forms.  He fills out all the data on them except for two parts:  the actual material requested, and the amount.  He goes to his CO.  "Sir, I need you to sign these."  The CO takes the forms, flips through them, and looks up at my dad.  "You know there's nothing in the amount block, don't you?"

Dad just smiles.  "Don't worry Sir, there will be."  And the CO, knowing that Dad was a competent Marine who was about to go do some Marine shit, signs off on the forms.

Dad then catches a flight to Okinawa.

He had pretty much decided that where ever the fuck-up was in the supply chain, it was between the warehouse in Okinawa and his unit, and he decided to simply skip all the steps in-between those two points.  He gets off the plane, and catches  cab to the base.  He walks his happy ass up to the warehouse that he had spent two years working in, and just looks.

It's fucking stuffed.  

Hell, it's OVER-stuffed.  He told me there were pallets and crates sitting outside the warehouse because they didn't have any room inside.  There was boxes of shit everywhere.  Dad had to walk sideways through the stacks of materiel that was sitting around.  So he grabs his forms, and starts looking for what he wants.  Hey, canteens!  They needed canteens!  And here's an entire block of boxes full of canteens just sitting here!  He he takes one form, writes "Canteens, individual, metallic, 1 case" etc etc etc.  If you've ever dealt with military logistics you know that it's never just a simple description.  When I worked logistics I used to refer to myself as "Sergeant Dave, Military type, tan in color, one each."  Dad says he took the whole damn stack of canteens.  He couldn't remember the number.

He then worked his way into the warehouse, where he shook hands with people he knew, introduced himself to people he didn't know, explained what was going on back in country, and waved his stack of requisition forms under their noses.  And then, as he put it, he went on a shopping spree that would have made my mom turn green with envy.

He was the only passenger on the C-130 back to Nam, because his supplies took up the entire damn plane.  The warehouse had to help coordinate the trip back, as the flight officers were not quite sure who the hell he was or why he was showing up with case lots of gear.

Back in Nam, it took five deuce and a half trucks to carry it all.  He showed up at HQ, and the CO had everyone on alert because nobody was expecting a convoy to show up and they thought it was a surprise inspection from higher HQ.  The first truck pulls up to the log tent, dad hops out, hands all the completed paperwork to his CO and goes about stuffing his supply area with all the gear.  He made one or two trips back to Okinawa during his time there, and his CO always signed the paperwork without question.

Anyways, that's just one story about my dad.

I need coffee.

 

Truth #3