People with good intentions believe they should work to change society to fit their "good intentions". We must examine good intentions within the framework of human frailties: greed, ignorance, hate. Human societys' dilemma is: whose "intentions"? Factions within humanity feel so strongly that we must adhere to their belief system that we are all in peril! For, if you study the past, the road to Hell is not paved with good intentions, but the execution of them.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Seraphic Secret: The N.Y. Time's War Against the Jews
Posted by: sharinlite [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 17, 2007 01:37 PM
Sharin:
The left, the Liberals, the Democrats, Progressives, whatever they call themselves this week are easy to read: they hate President Bush more than they hate OBL. They fear so-called global warming more than the Islamists. And in terms of Israel—they play the moral equivalency card.
I'm afraid too, but that's a healthy reaction. Only an idiot wouldn't be frightened by these useful idiots.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Grunt Pilot re combat flyin' and bringin' his.....
Sent: Tuesday, May 22, 2007 8:19 AM
Subject: FW: C-130 Pilot's Description of Approach into
Baghdad....................
Grunt pilot's story about combat flyin' and bringin' his 'one hundred
forty-thousand pound, lumbering whisper pig to a lurching stop in less
than two thousand feet,,, and 'dropping faster than Paris Hilton's
'pa-pa-pa,,,Pa-whaaa?? Stay calm,,, read-on,, lust-on mixed metaphors
galore,,, ye' iddy biddy pighter pilots!
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Subject: C-130 Pilot's Description of Approach into
Baghdad....................
This is a funny story, particularly if you lust over mixed
metaphors. This is from a colorful writer from the 3rd Marine Air Wing
based at MCAS Miramar:
There I was at six thousand feet over central Iraq, two hundred
eighty knots and we're dropping faster than Paris Hilton's panties.
It's a typical September evening in the Persian Gulf; hotter than a
rectal thermometer and I'm sweating like a priest at a Cub Scout
meeting. But that's neither here nor there. The night is moonless over
Baghdad tonight, and blacker than a Steven King novel. But its 2006,
folks, and I'm sporting the latest in night-combat technology - namely,
hand-me-down night vision goggles (NVGs) thrown out by the fighter boys.
Additionally, my 1962 Lockheed C-130E Hercules is equipped with
an obsolete, yet, semi-effective missile warning system(MWS). The MWS
conveniently makes a nice soothing tone in your headset just before the
missile explodes into your airplane. Who says you can't polish a turd?
At any rate, the NVGs are illuminating Baghdad International
Airport like the Las Vegas Strip during a Mike Tyson fight. These NVGs
are the cat's ass. But I've digressed. The preferred method of approach
tonight is the random shallow. This tactical maneuver allows the pilot
to ingress the landing zone in an unpredictable manner, thus exploiting
the supposedly secured perimeter of the airfield in an attempt to avoid
enemy surface-to-air-missiles and small arms fire. Personally, I
wouldn't bet my pink ass on that theory but the approach is fun as hell
and that's the real reason we fly it. We get a visual on the runway at
three miles out, drop down to one thousand feet above the ground, still
maintaining two hundred eighty knots. Now the fun starts.
It's pilot appreciation time as I descend the mighty Herc to six
hundred feet and smoothly, yet very deliberately, yank into a sixty
degree left bank turning the aircraft ninety degrees offset from runway
heading. As soon as we roll out of the turn, I reverse turn to the
right a full two hundred seventy degrees in order to roll out aligned
with the runway. Some aeronautical genius coined this maneuver the
"Ninety/Two-Seventy."
Chopping the power during the turn, I pull back on the yoke just
to the point my nether regions start to sag, bleeding off energy in
order to configure the pig for landing. "Flaps Fifty! Landing Gear
Down!, Before Landing Checklist!" I look over at the copilot and he's
shaking like a cat shitting on a sheet of ice. Looking further back at
the navigator, and even through the NVGs, I can clearly see the wet spot
spreading around his crotch. Finally, I glance at my steely eyed flight
engineer. His eyebrows rise in unison as a grin forms on his face. I
can tell he's thinking the same thing I am .... "Where do we find such
fine young men?"
"Flaps One Hundred!" I bark at the shaking cat. Now it's all
aim-point-airspeed. Aviation 101, with the exception there are no
lights; I'm on NVGs; it's Baghdad, and now tracers are starting to
crisscross the black sky. Naturally, and not at all surprisingly, I
grease the Goodyear's on brick-one of runway 33 left, bring the
throttles to ground idle and then force the props to full reverse pitch.
Tonight, the sound of freedom is my four Hamilton Standard propellers
chewing through the thick, putrid, Baghdad air. The huge,... Let's see
a Viper do that!
We exit the runway to a welcoming committee of government issued
Army grunts. It's time to download their beans and bullets and letters
from their sweethearts, look for war booty, and of course, urinate on
Saddam 's home. Walking down the crew entry steps with my
lowest-bidder, Beretta 92F, 9 millimeter strapped smartly to my side,
look around and thank God, not Allah, I'm an American and I'm on the
winning team. Then I thank God I'm not in the Army.
Knowing once again I've cheated death, I ask myself, "What in
the hell am I doing in this mess?" Is it Duty, Honor, and Country? You
bet your ass. Or could it possibly be for the glory, the swag, and not
to mention, chicks dig the Air Medal. There's probably some truth there
too. But now is not the time to derive the complexities of the
superior, cerebral properties of the human portion of the
aviator-man-machine model. It is, however, time to get out of this
hole. Hey copilot how's 'bout the 'Before Starting Engines Checklist."
God, I love this job! Semper Fidelis!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Not forgotten....don't be forlorn
While this, my very first, blog languised for over six months, I stole from it and dedicated myself to a newer blog effort. A mistake. I will rectify. I will take from the other to add here and add here new stuff that may or may not go there. I also have another blog account which I'll work on soon. This new blog promises to allow me more "freedom" to vent? We will see.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
The "Why" of it
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
"Human" Persons, some history
A small essay for Afarensis Anthropology. Evolution Science/Blog
It is we, us, that is indeed different. I have never considered the word "special" as it applies to modern man. Therefore, for me, the question I believe is still out there is: where did Cro-Magnon, modern man come from? I am certain that somewhere on the planet another sub species developed that ultimately became modern man. The theory that the Neandertals were wiped out by the modern humans "feels" right to me based on the ultimate development of modern humans into what has existed on this planet over 7000 years: barbarism everywhere. The bloodlust and cruelty that has been well documented for over 5000 years to this day, tells me, at least, clearly that modern humans, while having traits of previous primate lineage to whatever degree evolved differently.
It would be highly interesting to see another view of history, using Neandertals to present, just to be able to see if they would be so blindly brillant, stupid, cruel and loving. In fact, I have often speculated that there is a nano percentage of modern man that descended with Neandertal genes which allowed for a higher evolutionary level than the rest.
But, what do I know, I'm just an old broad that loves the subject but never got a chance to go to college and "dig in" so to speak. I'm awaiting the time when I can bravely say: beam me up Scotty.
Posted by: Sue | September 3, 2006 05:22 PM
Norman Geras, an old Socialist, puts things so well. We would all, left, right and liberal be better off to at last take in some of what he says. Like all writers, philosophers or critics, there will always be disagreements, but it is time the American Left began to do some research on why they think and behave as they do. Why the Ameican Left hates American so much. I give you all just a tiny, tiny morsel from Norman Geras:
…The lessons have evidently still not been learned of earlier, sometimes calamitous, misjudgements – which produced the Third Period of the Comintern, when social democracy, not Nazism, was said to be the main enemy; and which landed the world communist movement, along with much fellow-travelling liberal opinion, in denial and excuse towards the criminality of Stalinism despite a flood of evidence about this; and which have led, time and again, to a complaisant attitude towards terror and murder for alleged purposes of liberation, so putting in question the claim of those with that attitude to represent a movement for democratic, egalitarian and humane objectives. There is no reason intrinsic to the central values and principles of socialism for these misjudgements or their continuation. But there are clearly, as always and everywhere, simplifying tendencies of thought – in the present case, seeing in imperialism, not merely a crucial feature of the world, but the answer to every question. A thing held too close to the eye obstructs the vision.
To read the Essay in its entirety, go here:http://mail.bris.ac.uk/~plcdib/imprints/normangerasinterview.html
Geras is not easy for me to read, I’m old and never got to college, but I have tried all my life to learn and have created my own philosophy. However, those of us who care so much, need to do our homework so that we do not waste our time with such a MikeB. The Socialist of old would turn over in their graves if they heard what the American, nay the world Left is spewing forth!