Credo
"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me." -- John Paul Jones
"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature" --George Bernard Shaw, "Caesar and Cleopatra"
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."--Friedrich Nietzsche
"A kind Providence has placed in our breasts a hatred of the unjust and cruel, in order that we may preserve ourselves from cruelty and injustice. They who bear cruelty, are accomplices in it. The pretended gentleness which excludes that charitable rancour, produces an indifference which is half an approbation. They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate."--Edmund Burke
“You say that it is your custom to burn widows. Very well. We also have a custom: when men burn a woman alive, we tie a rope around their necks and we hang them. Build your funeral pyre; beside it, my carpenters will build a gallows. You may follow your custom. And then we will follow ours.”--General Sir Charles Napier
"Μολὼν λαβέ" -- Leonidas
"Blogito Ergo Sum" -- Neptunus Lex
What is with these people? It just crushes my heart and my love for all fellow Americans when I read this crap. Gotta stay away…
Bring it on Lex. I need pix of the Prowler… I need cat launches, I need maneuvers, I need relief…
I need a good sea story! Gimme somethin from Subic Bay so when I eat lunch at the museum I can dream…
Wonkette? Bad taste? No way!
Don’t come back till you find, some.
You know, just from your tone, Lex, I’m truly afraid to go check it out. So I think I’ll just take your word for it and not go there today.
Who needs a bad taste this early in the day anyway?
(Boy oh boy, am I glad you can stomach going to those site since I sure can’t. Thanks for that.)
Bring on the plane pr0n…
Michelle Malkin tagged Wonkette for it as well… and people call her site a “hate site.”
Sigh – these useful idiots wouldn’t know hate if it bit them on the nose.
And so, something good comes out of it.
Plane Pr0n woot
We seem to have a consensus then…..
PLAIN PRON IT IS!
BRING IT ON!
But to give them their due, these guys ARE really funny you know …. just hee-larious….
NOT!
I’ve been meaning to ask you Lex, re: the Pensacola museum and the restoration of the Subic Bay Officer’s Club as the luncheon cafe in the museum.
I spent some time looking at the literally hundreds of squadron plaques posted in the restored club. Are you on any of those plaques? If so, could you direct me?
Careful, Babs! When Nasal Radiators get to telling Sea Stories, (Particularly those pertaining to the Cubi O Club, and thereabouts) things tend to get a little deep.
You do know the difference between a fairy tale and a sea story don’t you? One begins “Once upon a time…” and the other “Now this is no s*%t…”
Of course, Lex, being an officer and a gentleman, and a graduate of the trade school to boot, probably would never stoop to exagerating the facts to make a story about one of his real experiences sound any better in the retelling.
Marine6 Sends
All this Navy nostalgia stuff about far away clubs, ports and bases strikes this soldier as almost a couple of chapters out of The Winds of War or War and Remembrance. About as different and remote as something back in time. Not knocking it, intrigued though. Just no personal frame of reference. With respects to all members present and past of the Naval service (and families).- GEO6
BTW- Wonkette et. al. is(are) about as despicable a human being as they come. I don’t think it is too much of a reach to believe that if those people will say something as vile as that publicly that they wouldn’t be above actually killing someone it they thought they could get away with it. The far left is known for that extreme throughout history- The French Revolution, Russian Revolution, Cultural Revolution in China, Pol Pot etc. Cut from the same bolt of cloth just different shades.
Babs, I’m on at least one of those plaques. If you’re standing at the long end of the bar and look 90 degrees to port you’ll see a yellow and black “Fist of the Fleet” plaque from the late 80′s that bears the name of your humble servant.
The place does in fact evoke fond memories of days spent on the empire’s outer arc, memories that pace Marine6, might rather be emended than exagerated, given the times.
To paraphrase another: There is no guilt for defeat, and no forgiveness for being taken by surprise.
The reasons oaths include phrases such as “enemies foreign and/or domestic” is to acknowledge their existence AND location. When I first heard the news of Chief Justice Roberts’ illness, I asked HH6 (rhetorically) how many minutes would pass before leftists would react with glee and hope for his demise.
To not expect that behavior from the enemy is to grant them the benefit of a morality they do not possess. Were you really surprised in the slightest?
And…
The fact that war is politics by other means includes the corollary: Politics is war by other means.
The lefts know this reflexively and instinctively, and conservatives historically and habitually do not get it.
How about this for plane pr0n (along with my take). I do have some pictures from the airshow at Dayton this weekend I need to do something with…
Cubi O! The Place to Go! At least that’s what it says on my beer koozie. About a week before Pinatubo erupted, I staggered into a gaggle of sailors having a Navy Relief auction decked out in their dress whites with round-eyed spouses in trail. In short order, I was joined by a couple more grubby, drunken, grunt types fresh from a slog up the hill from our cockroach infested quonsets. We weren’t allowed in the brand new hyattesque BOQ, but that’s another story.
From our balcony perch, we raucusly joined the proceedings, and added a bit of entertainment value to the event. Here we’d drive the bidding. There we’d chastise a cheapskate. Always flirting with the chance that we’d be asked to take our bidding numbers elsewhere. However, since our money was good, the game was afoot, and we were in the hunt.
I walked away with a half-dozen chits in my cargo pocket, obtained by handing over a check in the sum of something North of $500 US. It’s all a bit foggy, but for my efforts I had “won” dinners for six at the homes of all the brass foolish enough to want to host such an event, some other junk, and six cases of San Miguel. I only collected on one of the dinners, and it wasn’t easy since dining companions were giving up the hospitality available on the far shore of Shit River to take pot luck at some O-6′s shack. I did collect my San Migoo two days before the eruption, and stashed it in my hooch. Timing is everything. We had one hell of an earthquake/eruption party.
My question is this. What bar are they restoring? The fancy one with all the bullshit hanging all over the place, or the one with the nose of the C-47 sticking out the side? Hopefully, both. I remember laying on the nose of that thing one night. Might have been the same night.
Well Casca, having been to the Pensacola Aeronautical museum I am under the impression that the entire Officer’s Club at Subic Bay was struck and restored at the Pensacola museum. I don’t think they chose to transport the non com club, however significant that club might be…
The Officer’s club is now the restaurant/cafe for the museum and I found it to be very interesting.
I don’t think the museum intended to depict the entire U.S. effort in the Philapines through their restoration of the Officers Club. I do however, think they did a good job of preserving some of the artifacts of our engagement in the Philapines through the restoration of the Officers Club as well as several other very well done exhibits.
And, as I am sure you can tell by now, I do not have spell check on comments and I have no idea how to spell “Philipines”…It all looks wrong!
Regards,
Babs
That’s OK Babs, everyone has their limitations, some more than others. Just do as the locals do, and say, “The PI”.
Now what could lead you to believe that I was writing about a “non com” club? I have no recollection of such a thing, although there was “The Sky Club”, which was an all ranks affair. Alas, it was a Butler building, and fell with the first belch of ash.
Cubi O was huge, and I find it hard to believe that they rebuilt the entire club. It encompassed several bars, and one of them had the cockpit and nose section of a C47 built into the side of it so that you could sit in the seats, and look out at the bay, or lay on the nose on a balmy tropical night.
Lex, so basically you’re sayin’ that they have a plaque at the end of the bar with your “image”? Huh. That’s rather appropriate!!
Not an image Tammi, so much as my name, cheesily engraved upon a cruise plaque.
And in direct answer to Casca’s question, I don’t believe they moved the C-3 to P-Cola. Just the upstairs bar. I mentioned the downstairs place here before you came along I think.
Good times.
Sheesh, that was the best thing about the place. OK, second best after the wide-bottomed nurses. I could really go for a 50 cent San Miguel right now.
Some wiseacre once opined that in the PI, every officer saw himself as Fletcher Christian, and every other officer as Capt Bligh.