May 2014 - Argghhh!

Putting some Castle militaria in context. Clearly a posed photo. The bubba behind the shield is pretending to be ready to throw his grenade, yet the cap is still on the bottom, where the fuze string (that you pull before throwing) is. Besides, everybody is awfully calm for the enemy being in hand grenade range, with the machine gun being unmounted and unloaded... But I'm all about the Trench Shield Grenade Boy is standing behind. Because we have one, a battlefield recovery from Cambrai.

Oh, it's never going to happen. No one in the right places actually gives a proper damn. Secretary Shinseki knows better than this. The organization does well what the boss checks. He and I grew up in the same Army. We know that if you set a reporting metric, and never do anything but accept the report at face value, the weak will prefer to game the system rather than make it work. That was one of the purposes of the Annual General Inspection. To make you prove that what you reported was true...

Let me be clear: NO F**KING DYNASTIES! The person sitting in the Oval Office is not an Oracle, a Seer, a Magic Shaman. And we chose to not go with the hereditary monarchy, why do we think we'll be better off going with the electoral equivalent? From a comment on Carrie Costantini's Facebook post on the topic. This: "Chris Kenney I'm 32. 20 of those 32 years a Bush or Clinton was president. Time for someone new I think." Gezackly. Jeb and Hillary Are the Wrong Candidates for...

Ahhh, yoots. Young lust was on display this weekend, and the old Grizzly c**k-blocked a young buck. We had District Conference this weekend, which is sort of a a big deal, and as I was presenting and occupy a position of leadership, my attendance was both de rigueur and the check had cleared. Beth, of course, is deathly ill (you can read about it on her wall), so I got to take over animal husbandry chores. Conference involves dinners and speakers, so I got home 9-ish Saturday night, and fed the rabbits...

Both the Master and Mistress of Argghhh! are down with the plague. We've got the bonfires lit to burn off the bad air and to ward off travelers, and the Dead Cart drops by daily... Here's something to tide you over.