But that’s what the Israelis are trying to do – right in the world’s face, as if it is somehow justified. I saw the bag of AK’s behind an MRI machine and a hole in the ground. So what? The Jewish justification for Palestinian genocide is weak at best and getting weaker. Bombing the refugees sent to safety(?) in the south is just more of the same. You can call me anti-Semitic now.
That new crop of young fighters looking on from the stairs have their work cut out for them. Israel’s on a fool’s errand, them boys are on cleanup detail and the vast majority either don’t even know it yet or haven’t been born.
I don’t give a shit who’s in the hospital, that’s not how you get ’em out.
That goes for this bitch, along with “the Boss.” We might not be in a declared war, but plenty of our best men and women in uniform have been getting killed everywhere because Napoleon Bonespurs is a traitorous cocksuscker, for whom Capital Punishment would be a just reward. I bet there’s more than a few Kurds eager to perform the ceremony.
Mother Nature doesn’t fuck around, and she has a big hand in things up here in the mountains. Some people come here to have fun exploring the wilderness and end up finding stuff they never imagined.
My first attempt traversing from Bear Lake back to Moraine one day in early June 2014 taught me a valuable lesson about it. There’s still plenty of snow everywhere that time of year, so hiking can be a little iffy, with many opting for cross-country skis. The trails are well-marked for the most part, and I’m like, it’s sunny and warm, so whatever.
The tourist area at the lake and nearby was crowded as usual, but thinned out considerably by the time I got to the top of the rise heading out, where there was nobody in sight. In retrospect, talking to those two rangers heading in from the trail was a subtle warning I didn’t realize at the time. I met them skiing in at that point and the only other people I saw all day before getting back to the lake were two Germans skiing towards me as well, seven hours later.
They stopped and said hi, asked me where I was going, if I had sunscreen and water, yada yada. They’re looking me up and down as I stand there in ballcap, cargo shorts, sweatshirt and hiking boots (typical tourist getup). The one says “Make sure to take the north fork on the other side of the snowfield.” I reply, “Sure thing, I think I remember it from last time I was up here with the girls.” It looks alot different in July.
Spring squalls blowing through occasionally at that elevation don’t really mar the day’s weather outlook overall, but for maybe a half hour or so. However they make following snow-covered trails almost impossible, for me. I should’ve turned around right away, but it wasn’t that bad, just windy and a few flakes melting almost as soon as they hit, or so I thought. Throw in spots where trail signs didn’t even matter because they were still buried, and it gets a little sketchy. Even the best hiking boots only go so far in those conditions. I was a little nervous the first time I reached for the iPhone, but it was getting signal and I appeared to be no more than a couple hundred yards off the trail on the south side of the snowfield at that time.
It was already clearing up, so I headed towards the trail, down through a big snowfield (imagine that) when I suddenly stepped in it – literally – up to my waist. The ground was undulating in that area, so I was able to struggle through, finding shallow spots to traverse and occasionally sinking in again – for about an hour. Now remember, it’s 62°F ambient, but I’m probably pre-hypothermic by the time I get back down into the trees finding a big rock in the sun. I sat on the rock for a couple hours trying to decide what to do with no GPS signal. That’s close to where the Germans found me sometime later, after my socks dried out and I saw them skiing by, about halfway down the mountain. I hadn’t been more than a few miles from the lake the whole time, apparently taking the wrong fork.
The only saving grace was GPS and time. Without enough of one or the other, I might’ve been done, or at least sitting by a fire all night before starting over in the morning. Lesson Learned: If it doesn’t feel right, it’s probably not. It gets cold and dark quick up there. Retrace steps BEFORE you get lost. Solving problems before they happen is generally a better way to go.
Northrop is calling the plane a sixth generation aircraft given its ability to connect to other aircraft and easily integrate future weapons into its systems architecture.
It’s the cult of ignorance in America today. MAGA ideology cultivates ignorance as just one of the negative social behaviors like hate and bigotry found in it’s followers. It’s a pretty easily managed personality trait, worth another look.
Well this just sucks. Last year they pissed me off with a botched refrigerator delivery. Now I have to call it quits. They’re only five minutes away, but I’ll be driving to Lowes in Longmont until I see reason to think different.
Having a hard time categorizing my war outlook on the Mid-east attitude topic. Ukraine is easy, for me at least. That’s the whole problem with people like Napoleon Bonespurs. Fuckwits like that can cause alot of trouble high enough in the system. None of the rest of it matters when the basic fundamentals get challenged.
Islamophobic? Goddamned right. That goes for the Jews and whatever pejorative term applies to the Catholics, all their cults and any of the rest of them that like to engage in this sort of fuckery. They’re all batshyt crazy and have large numbers of followers convinced it’s the way to go. Then you get the tin-pot dictators leveraging religion? You gotta be shittn’ me.
Pro Palestinian just falls under the homeless category. It’s hard to imagine. They’re actually a pretty small minority in that group overall, by my estimation. Just one of those special interest groups with alot of political clout – like veterans.
Spencer McKee noticed something I saw as well. It’s been pretty dry ever since the spring monsoon ceased around the middle of June. And warm – way too warm.
They’ve spent winters in the smaller 120-gallon basement tank, with summers in the shade of big maple trees and bushy pond plants. Must be a nice goldfish life, big as they’re getting. They seem happy with the extra sun time in the new 190-gallon main room winter environment, crowded as it is.
“Sometimes I’m looking at this and think that the best way (is) if this planet will be the planet of dogs,” he said at the Reuters NEXT conference in New York, responding to a question about what still makes him laugh.
Very astute observation. There seems to be any number of rabid, viscous religious and secular autocrats running wild in the planet’s dog pack. The sick dogs will eventually succumb so the rest can settle back to some semblance of normality after the internal rot runs it’s course. Some will need put down.
I mean it – dead fucking serious. It’s just stupid. Been going on for millennia because religious nutbags gotta vie for political control. It’s the same shyt going on here, just the OG mutherfuckers carrying on back in the old world, because the bible or koran or some numbnut in a church somewhere compels them.
It’s unfortunate, but I don’t know what else to say about it at this point. Let ’em fight – all of ’em. Give them plenty of the best weapons, both sides. Anybody doesn’t wish to participate is certainly free to go. Gotta keep that refugee and migrant flow stoked.
Funny you never hear much out of the UK when this shyt flares up. We’ll deal with whatever’s left after the dust settles. It doesn’t matter either way any longer.
Figure out where to draw a line, Korea-style, or let ’em fight.
