So, I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that your host unintentionally forwarded a frank and open discussion about the manifest cultural deficiencies of the organization he purports to support, or the fact that no one seems to have noticed it.
Generation Kill is out on Netflix, for those who don’t get HBO. I’m red-eyed from successive nights watching the series. Highly recommended.
Snake Eater gets one right, ever now and again.
Unintentional irony alert: Secretary of State Hillary Clinton presented Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov with a gift labeled a “reset” button. Somebody on her staff – who will very likely live to regret ever having been born – screwed the pooch, however. The Cyrillic text actually translated to “overcharge.”
It’d be funnier if it wasn’t so dern true.
Speaking of gifts, the president’s staff has not served him well in the first meeting between hizzoner and the prime minister of our best ally:
President Barack Obama’s gift of a set of DVDs to British Prime Minister Gordon Brown appalled the British media, furious about the lack of traditional protocol afforded to Brown while he was in Washington.
Iain Martin, a columnist and blogger for the Daily Telegraph, wrote that he found Obama to be rudeness personified toward Britain.
Martin tells NPR’s Robert Siegel that Britons are used to a full news conference when their prime minister is in town.
“Only at the last moment was it agreed that there would be a small press conference, and, I think, it was read as a metaphor for the concern that Obama really just didn’t like having the Brits in town,” Martin says. “Yes, he’s dealing with the biggest global crisis in 70 years.
“Still, it would have been nice if he could have welcomed Brown with just a hint more enthusiasm.”
I don’t know what the British media has to complain about. After all, they voted for Obama.
The PM’s children also got a pair of matching Marine One presidential helicopter models from the White House gift store. Which was a kind afterthought.
The Obama’s fared slightly better in the exchange:
Brown, who is not known to be a movie buff, gave the president and his children several uniquely historical gifts.
The first of which is a pen holder fashioned from the oak timber of HMS Gannet, a Navy vessel that served on anti-slavery missions off Africa.
Another treasure given to Obama is a framed commissioning paper for the HMS Resolute, a Royal Navy ship that came to symbolize British-American goodwill when it was rescued by the U.S. from icebergs and given to Queen Victoria. It is the sister ship of the HMS Gannet.
Finally, Brown gave Obama a first edition of Martin Gilbert’s seven-volume biography of Winston Churchill, whose World War II partnership with President Franklin Roosevelt symbolized the U.S.-Anglo alliance.
For Sasha and Malia, Sarah Brown, the Prime Minister’s wife, gave each an outfit from Topshop, a British chain of clothing stores, and selected six children’s books by British authors which have yet to be published in the U.S.
I’m sure they were wonderful DVDs.
The WaPo supposes that our new president is not so very much different that his predecessor. While Fox thinks he bears a resemblance to Herbert Hoover.
They report, you decide:
Elliptical wings in Belarus, courtesy of Cardoso.
More vodka, please.
Plus! Probably the ugliest aircraft. Evar, from Wilko.
And! Your very own rotorcraft. With two pusher props. From the Ex-Air Boss.
Me? I quote Thoreau.
Speaking of which, after that “elliptical wings” link? Whoever it was that seeded all of those “I lost 31 pounds in three months” advertisements that are to found literally everywhere on the web ought to be summarily shot, drawn and quartered.
No more, please. Basta, ya.
Everyone wants to join the nuclear club. But it’s the carrier club that getz da ladiez.
Speaking of birds, who’s afraid of ‘em? (H/T GE06)
Me. That’s who.
In the Jan/Feb 09 Warbirds International’s article “Final Flight,” author Bruce Lockwood related the aviation wisdom of his late Father-In-Law, Ray Landingham, who passed away after retiring from 30 years as an Alaskan Bush Pilot with 12,000 hours in Cessna 180s/185s, Beavers (piston/turbine), Otters and Grumman Goose seaplanes (no small feat; all attached):
“Every pilot begins his flying career with two imaginary bags labeled ‘Luck’ and ‘Experience.’ Your Luck bag carries an undetermined amount of that precious commodity, and your Experience bag starts off empty. Flying in Alaska, you’ll use your Luck up as you take chances and encounter close calls. Your goal as a pilot is to fill up your Experience bag before the Luck bag runs out. Now, if you’re truly blessed, you’ll know when you’re holding that last bit of magic in your hand as you reach in the Luck bag one final time. When your Luck is gone, and remember it leaves all pilots someday, taxi in and pull the mixture to IDLE CUT OFF, switch the mags OFF, and then reach over and turn the Master OFF. Now, you sit back and listen to the gyros slowly wind down, take a moment to reflect on all the great experiences aviation had given you and all the close calls you have survived, then get out of the airplane one final time and never look back.”
It sounds like good advice. I’ll tell you when I get there.
Have a great weekend!