Thursday, October 27, 2005
Random thoughts from the NOLA front:
After days without, I've got a net connection today. Yippee!
The people celebrating combat deaths while a World War is in progress are beyond the pale. They are a strong argument for Heinlein's barely-specious thesis that only veterans have earned full citizenship.
I traveled through Plaquemines Parish last night. The devastation is reminiscent of photos of Hiroshima, Stalingrad, or any other locale post-battle. G-d simply swept civilization away in some parts of the Gulf Coast.
CNN is the only TV news I have available. The all-anti-American all the time is getting a bit tiresome. Once again- I and my brothers and sisters have pledged to defend, with our very lives if need be, their right to be utter assholes. That does not mean that Wolf Blitzer has to appear so gleeful as he recounts American military deaths or the latest troubles that others are creating for the President.
Those who were warned; who have witnessed Katrina and other storms; and then found themselves without food, water, or electricity in Miami, Cancun, or Key West; have no place whining for immediate relief or a government bail-out. Wake up, twits.
/cross-posted on LGF & lgc
The people celebrating combat deaths while a World War is in progress are beyond the pale. They are a strong argument for Heinlein's barely-specious thesis that only veterans have earned full citizenship.
I traveled through Plaquemines Parish last night. The devastation is reminiscent of photos of Hiroshima, Stalingrad, or any other locale post-battle. G-d simply swept civilization away in some parts of the Gulf Coast.
CNN is the only TV news I have available. The all-anti-American all the time is getting a bit tiresome. Once again- I and my brothers and sisters have pledged to defend, with our very lives if need be, their right to be utter assholes. That does not mean that Wolf Blitzer has to appear so gleeful as he recounts American military deaths or the latest troubles that others are creating for the President.
Those who were warned; who have witnessed Katrina and other storms; and then found themselves without food, water, or electricity in Miami, Cancun, or Key West; have no place whining for immediate relief or a government bail-out. Wake up, twits.
/cross-posted on LGF & lgc
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Working in a whorehouse
So,
One of my application packets for graduate school included a depressing message. The school suggests I not waste 7 years of my life in a field with poor career opportunities. First, may I congratulate their marketing dept. Way to go on getting that tuition money. Second, I'm thinking that 3 years and a solid career field is a better bet, so it's time for me to take those LSATs.
The downside is I'll never be able to tell people what I do after all those jokes I've made. On the other hand, I won't have to look forward to being 35 with a doctorate working at the local Borders.
School is funny. I've been so focused on my majors, and now I'm looking at three schools in thee separate fields. Sucks to be a Liberal Arts major.
One of my application packets for graduate school included a depressing message. The school suggests I not waste 7 years of my life in a field with poor career opportunities. First, may I congratulate their marketing dept. Way to go on getting that tuition money. Second, I'm thinking that 3 years and a solid career field is a better bet, so it's time for me to take those LSATs.
The downside is I'll never be able to tell people what I do after all those jokes I've made. On the other hand, I won't have to look forward to being 35 with a doctorate working at the local Borders.
School is funny. I've been so focused on my majors, and now I'm looking at three schools in thee separate fields. Sucks to be a Liberal Arts major.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Deathwatch-
Louis Freeh's mysterious death in 5...4...3...2...
Friday, October 07, 2005
Lunchtime in NOLA
Miscellaneous musings and tales:
The fine folk from the Salvation Army run an outdoor daily hot-lunch line for us. As I was waiting today for a serving of beef stew, I couldn't help but notice that there are some fat flies in NOLA *shudder*.
After Rosh Hashana services Tuesday, a nice couple invited 3 of us military types to their home for lunch- a COL, an SFC, and myself. They had just returned home, and we thought that was really something, their insistence on sharing what little food they had. Immediately after we sat down, our host launched into total moonbattery- global warming causing the hurricanes, Bush being "selected", the wrongness of the Iraqi campaign. All the LLL talking points. While we soldiers were walking back to a main street, the SFC revealed the holes he'd bitten in his tongue, and the COL remarked on my deft redirection of the conversation.
We passed many trash piles topped with bird cages. As the owner of a small parrot, I found myself for the first time really thinking about the lost pets of NOLA.
On St. Charles St. I stuck my thumb out as a fire engine turned a corner. The mixed crew of NOLA and volunteer firefighters drove us to our door.
Shana tovah, all.
Addendum:
The FASTAC is up and running as of Wednesday, still without a muffler. One of the mercs remarked, "that's a real chick magnet, there." Well, maybe not a chick magnet, but certainly still a BLS rig/field aid station. Parked on the riverfront where the tailgate stickers can drive liberals nuts.
The fine folk from the Salvation Army run an outdoor daily hot-lunch line for us. As I was waiting today for a serving of beef stew, I couldn't help but notice that there are some fat flies in NOLA *shudder*.
After Rosh Hashana services Tuesday, a nice couple invited 3 of us military types to their home for lunch- a COL, an SFC, and myself. They had just returned home, and we thought that was really something, their insistence on sharing what little food they had. Immediately after we sat down, our host launched into total moonbattery- global warming causing the hurricanes, Bush being "selected", the wrongness of the Iraqi campaign. All the LLL talking points. While we soldiers were walking back to a main street, the SFC revealed the holes he'd bitten in his tongue, and the COL remarked on my deft redirection of the conversation.
We passed many trash piles topped with bird cages. As the owner of a small parrot, I found myself for the first time really thinking about the lost pets of NOLA.
On St. Charles St. I stuck my thumb out as a fire engine turned a corner. The mixed crew of NOLA and volunteer firefighters drove us to our door.
Shana tovah, all.
Addendum:
The FASTAC is up and running as of Wednesday, still without a muffler. One of the mercs remarked, "that's a real chick magnet, there." Well, maybe not a chick magnet, but certainly still a BLS rig/field aid station. Parked on the riverfront where the tailgate stickers can drive liberals nuts.
