Per usual.
Two Guinness draughts, 1 hamburger w/onion rings and 1 50/50 lottery ticket.
A wonderful night of drinking and gambling.
Wednesday, August 19, 2026
My night out.
One of the faults I share with Trump is
that it is a knee jerk reaction I seem to share with him.
When pushed I push back instantly.
When I hear 'Do it for the children' my response is immediate.
"F*** the children! If you are incapable of raising your children without my help then drop them off at an orphanage or find someone that can raise them. YOUR children are not MY responsibility!"
What about the poor?
"F*** the poor! The poor are fat on taxpayer expense. Once I see emaciated people running around instead of fat people living on my tax dollars then you can come back and talk to me!"
It's knee jerk and once in a while comes back to bite me on the ass but it generally cuts the complainer off at the knee.
Tuesday, August 18, 2026
I was damned glad to get into the Army.
I left for basic on graduation day and never looked back.
The whole time I was in school I had a 28 mile long (one way) paper route and my bicycle only had one pedal. When I got to the end of the route I'd swap the pedal over to the other side to keep one leg from getting stronger than the other.
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
Monday, August 17, 2026
I'm fed up with the Lincoln bull$hit.
This is getting stale.
Are there problems on board?
Yes. There are problems everywhere.
The biggest problem is that the media is on a TDS feeding frenzy.
The thing that I want to know is that if everything is so bad then why does Lincoln have an 84.4% reenlistment rate?
Saturday, August 15, 2026
My take on the Abraham Lincoln ballyhoo.
I saw a recent post claiming that Iranian intelligence intercepted a message that seven sailors had been killed in a brawl aboard Lincoln.
Unlikely. Wrong ship. My guess is there really was a brawl it probably happened on a Carnival Cruise liner when a it broke out at the buffet over a chicken bone on one of their four day cruises.
A flight deck on a modern aircraft carrier is one of the most hazardous environments on earth during flight operations. There are injuries and sometimes deaths on routine carrier cruises.
With over 5000 souls on board it is astonishing that casualties are that light and it speaks highly for the Navy's safety programs. Still, things happen. People get hurt and even killed.
As usual there are problems to deal with when you cram 5000 people on board a boat. Many of these are young people that had never seen a ship before they boarded a flattop. Others are old salts.
While uncommon, suicides are not unheard of. While every single one is a tragedy, it happens. It happens ashore and in civilian life, too on a daily basis. It makes sense that it would happen at sea.
While uncommon, people crack. I saw a man crack during Army basic training once. It wasn't a pretty sight. I was close enough so that when the Drill Sergeant took the man's rifle from him he handed it to me. Later a drill Sergeant took if from me, acknowledging me with a nod.
Great Lakes generally weeds the non-hackers out but an occasional grain slips through the cracks.
On practically every deployment some or lamebrain two falls over the side but is quickly rescued. Occasionally one isn't able to be saved. These things happen.
The Navy puts a priority on replenishing supplies on board vessels. On a carrier it generally runs 3 or 4 times a month. Fresh food is delivered as are parts and other supplies. People think the Navy is all about ships but it isn't. Over 340,000 people are assigned to supply and logistics and that doesn't include an awful lot of other people that are involved in making sure things (including food) get where they belong.
If something happens which does happen on occasion the galley crew breaks out the preserved goods just like I do when I'm either too busy, or lazy to go shopping. This morning I had hash for breakfast. Big deal. The Navy serves it once or twice a month if they are on their usual cycle. While not a fresh made to order omelet, it is a solid breakfast. Nobody goes hungry.
Some of the pictures I have seen palmed off as meals on Lincoln had cinder block walls in the background. While the Lincoln entered service in 1989, the Navy didn't use concrete blocks on carriers even back then. They still don't although some wag pointed out to me that the hollow spaces in concrete blocks can be used to store food.
Is the crew tickled pink to be there? Not hardly. Lack of port calls certainly hasn't helped. She had one in December, 2025 and another one in Oman on July, 2026. Still, the crew has something to keep them busy. The mission.
In the military dark humor reigns supreme. It's a safety outlet valve and most civilians don't understand much of it with the exception of police officers. It's one thing cops share with the military.
Is being extended on a tour funny? No it's certainly not but when people realize it has to be done, they do it. Most realize it has to be done and do it while exercising their God Given Right to Complain.
The sailors have reportedly named it 'Operation Forever' and someone even appears to have a 'morale patch' made up. While probably not the case, I would not be too surprised to find that the entire crew, captain on down has one and they may very well be worn while they are underway. While the captain and officers may/may not wear one underway, it's a pretty safe bet they have one to put away with their career souvenirs. As bitter as it sounds it is their private dark humored sarcastic joke.
Needless to say, the media found out about it and is using it for their political purposes. It's possible the military may very well actively forbid the patches, no thanks to the media and service life will become just a little more drab. Look what they did with the bathing beauties of nose art which is forbidden.
They've flown countless sorties and dropped an incredible amount of ordnance and done one hell of a job.
As for living conditions and reports of plugged up toilets? I'd be surprised it the heads didn't plug up from time to time and maybe even a few are pretty stopped up pretty good but most likely the truth is that most of them still work. I'd bet that they will find a sweater in the plumbing that was put there by a disgruntled sailor. After all, there are 5000 of them on board.
It sounds to me like things are/were not as bad as the media puts things because there's one figure that tells a different story.
Currently the USS Abraham Lincoln sports an 84.4% reenlistment rate. What does that tell you about morale? Demoralized sailors don't reup. You figure it out.
15 August and foggy as hell
which I find interesting.
I wonder what kind of hint Mother Nature is trying to give us.
The swelling from the yellowjacket stings has subsided and I am back to normal.
I think that I am going to write anther post about one or more people I have met in my travels. The tumultuous years the army and between settling down a bit are coming back to me.
I might post a link later on.
As usual, we shall see what we shall see.
Friday, August 14, 2026
I'm in a blah mood today
I think I'll goof off elsewhere.
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It's later. I think i'll post.
I'm getting sick and tired of all this crap about a decoy plane, the President being smuggled into another plane in a food truck.
If if happened as it was reported by leftist alarmists then it' NOT Trump's doing. He actually has no say in the matter whatsoever.
The Secret Service has the final say.
On 9-11 when Bush wanted Air Force One to return to Washington DC he was overruled by the Secret Service.
The Secret Service has the final say in Presidential security.
Incidentally they are not there to protect Donald Trump.
They are there to protect the President of the United States.
Thursday, August 13, 2026
I can't figure out what has been triggering memories since just before I retired.
It happens at odd times and every now and again I thing I am going to write them down.
Here's one.
Tuesday, August 11, 2026
God! It's the 12th and the month has just flown by.
The older I get the faster things fly by.
Yesterday I ran over a yellowjackets nest and there must have been a huge high cover air support because I got stung at least 8 times.
A Google search recommended medical attention for seniors and I took the advice. Last year when I got hit by four of the little bastards I toughed it out for about 3 or 4 days.
This was between 8 or ten so I decided to follow the Old Man route and get checked.
I blew up so bad I hit the clinic and the NP there tightened me right up. After I loaded up on the meds she gave me the swelling stopped and has started to subside. I've got a couple days more worth of pills to take so I'll follow the directions.
Needless to say, they were squatters and were evicted when two quarts of gasoline and a match hit their underground nest an hour later after they settled down.
I just read where some real porker in Michigan sued Lyft because the driver refused to let her
the car for fear of damaging the suspension and tires.
Apparently Michigan has a weight discrimination law of some sort.
which is bull$hit.
Lyft supposedly settled out of court for an undisclosed sum which is even more bull$hit. It should not even have been able to be brought to court. The woman was just pain too heavy to ride in a small car. She should have ordered a big limo or something along those lines. Maybe even a dump truck with a seat belt in the bed.
It's not the Lyft driver's fault that the rapper is too fat to fit into their car safely.
While we're at it, airlines should make people that are too big buy two seats. For one thing it's rude to the people that have to sit beside them. Very large people generally take up all of their own seat and much seat of the person net to them and it makes other people's flights miserable.
When I was still working on the west coast one time I found my aisle seat occupied by a very obese woman. Her ticket was for the middle seat and she took it upon herself to take mine because she likely couldn't shuffle her way into the middle seat.
About a quarter of her was oozing over into the middle seat and another quarter was oozing into the aisle.
I just kept walking to the back of the plane and told the attendant. She took one look at the situation and told me to standby. She said the flight wasn't completely full and she'd find me another seat if that was OK. It certainly was.
When things tapered off she took me up several aisles and parked me in a better seat than I had paid for. The overheads were full so she took my carry-on and parked it in the front somewhere and told me to pick it up on the way out. I figure I had gotten damned lucky.
She also quietly agreed that people like that should have to pay for two seats.
Of course I will defend the right of people to get as big and fat as they want but they damned well have to be willing to take the consequences of them doing so.
To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this:
http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY
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