This is where I talk about a crusty old retired military guy trying to come to terms with the world
Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet.
Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet
Virginia State Constitution: Article 1; Section 13 That a well regulated militia, composed of the body of the people, trained to arms, is the proper, natural, and safe defense of a free state, therefore, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed; that standing armies, in time of peace, should be avoided as dangerous to liberty; and that in all cases the military should be under strict subordination to, and governed by, the civil power.
Alabama State Constitution: Article 1: Section 26
That every Citizen has a right to bear arms in defense of himself and the State.
Everyone who writes about Ebola keeps addending a little bit where they say, "At least it's a difficult disease to catch."
Well let me burst your bubble right now.
Ebola has never turned in numbers like this before. The current rate of infection is easily 20 times what it has been for every outbreak in the past. (I'm being conservative)
Absolutely no one in any official capacity has said the word airborne out loud.
ETA: Great joke on the local radio tonight... The Bad News: Ebola is in the United States The Good News: We're so behind the time here in Alabama, we won't see it here for 4 or 5 years.
A psychiatrist is murdered in a secret mental hospital in the boonies. The patients, who are all psychotic CIA agents, realize they're about to get fingered for the murder. They all escape the asylum together and go looking for the real murderer.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Good TV Shows
Shit. There aren't any.
Tried watching Orange is the New Black. The first episode was put together purely for the shock value. Does it really take that kind of thing to get people interested in a new show?
From the second episode onward, a real story line started to develop. Too bad it wasn't interesting enough to keep us engaged.
After four or five episodes, we simply lost interest and wandered off to find something else.
File under "Things you don't want to see coming at you."
Right behind "18 Wheelers", but before "Ball lightning".
Reminds me of the sandstorms in Saudi, only without the winds.
War Story time:
There I was, toodling down the road in an AF PAX van, a Ford Econoline behemoth with a ragged-out diesel. I was returning from ferrying some TCNs out to the Saudi gate, still a few miles from reaching our little airfield, when everything suddenly turned orange.
I slammed on the brakes. For a second there, I was really freaking out. It was my very first sandstorm ever, and I was looking all over the place inside and outside the van, trying to figure out why my vision appeared to be fading.
As my panicked eyes slid across the side mirror, I saw a frothing ocean wave boiling across the beach towards the back of my vehicle.
but I wasn't on a beach.
and the ocean was about a million miles away.
It was the only image my brain could assign to what I'd seen. I had to get a better look. I shoved the shifter into Park, tore off my seat belt and cracked the door open as I twisted around to peer behind the van. Just in time to get a snootful of dust. The first blast of wind grabbed the door and tried to wrest it from my grasp.
I slammed the door shut and sat there tearing and coughing; blowing my nose with those crappy brown paper towels. By the time I was done cleaning up all my various forms of mucous, I was in the thick of it. The wind grabbed the van and rocked it in all directions. I could see about three feet outside the windows, but not very well. After a couple minutes I remembered to shut off the engine, and I knew I was stuck just waiting it out. None of our flightline vehicles had the extra filters on them. They were all supposed to be locked away in a hangar when a sandstorm hit.
I settled in for the long haul. I had a half-bottle of Gatorade and two packs of salted peanuts. Of course I had left my goggles sitting back at the shop with the rest of my gear, and I wasn't trying to walk anywhere in a sandstorm anyway. The worst of it blew over in an hour. I waited another 30 minutes or so to try to let some more of the dust settle out of the air and then fired it up and drove the rest of the way home.
Got bitched at by the motor pool guys when I dropped the van off.