Enough of all these politics

By Lex

On November 9, 2006

 

Let’s talk about me.

I’m half-way to 92 today, Constant Reader, this being the anniversary of my coming into this veil of tears a-hollering and a-squirming, like. I was a joy I’m sure to my sainted ma, God rest her and keep her close, although I’m not sure she was all that verklempt to see me at the moment of my emergence given that she’d been at a cocktail party when the water broke, and, having had a pair of martinis with which to celebrate my imminent debut upon a soon-to-be  amazed world  – a habit then as  kosher as it is today trayf  – was denied the ne plus ultra of natal care in the day, to wit: the opportunity to be reduced to open-mouthed, snoring insouciance during junior’s arrival by the liberal application of narcotic anesthetics. So, a “natural” child birth was to be our conjoined fate, and the word itself in scare quotes since the idea had long been out of favor with the fairer sex by the 9^th of November, 1960 and was not to emerge as preferred – dare I say: Mandatory? – option until sometime in the hazy future.

Scantlings

By lex, on December 18th, 2011

So, corporate HQ is making a worldwide tour of company deployment sites, in concert with holiday parties and presents to exceptional employees and such. Your host had wild notions of maybe renting a Cessna 172 for to transport his bride and hisself unto Camarillo, renting a car, dining with the co-workers and spending the night. ‘Twas to be a brave notion of demonstrating the subtleties of navigating the Los Angeles Class B airspace using a tower-to-tower clearance maybe, but Gaia gets her vote: A forty knot windshear was forecast at 1500 feet at the time of his arrival, which made the notion of lowering a mere toy like the Skyhawk – which crosses the fence at maybe 80 knots – problematical. Then there were clouds, rain and the undesirable prospect of carrying some icing.

Car?

Car!

Sometimes Bad Things Happen

By lex, on December 16th, 2011

Over at the Danger Room, David Axe is making noise ** about the USAF’s official investigation into the loss of an F-22A Raptor and its pilot up in Alaska in November 2010:

The Secret Fear

 

By lex, on October 28th, 2009

The story of the 15-year old Richmond High School raped and assaulted for two and a half hours behind her school gym – at homecoming! – by multiple assailants while dozens more looked on and did nothing causes the mind to reel in shock and dismay.

Who could do such a thing? How could this happen?

Story of the Day

By lex, on April 14th, 2011

Confused about what your military is doing in Libya?

You have your reasons**:

TALES FROM MY YOUTH: The Adventure of the Green Iguana

When I arrived at Wurtsmith AFB on December 8, 1978, I remember expecting a crack bomber unit embodying steely-eyed discipline, Spanish Inquisition-level devotion to regulations, and a certain sunglasses-silk-scarf-and-grin panache that would indeed tell you that you were an elite, entrusted with the Nation’s Survival In It’s Darkest Hour.

Work Beckons

By lex, on November 23rd, 2010

Quantity may be sparse ’round these here parts, your correspondent’s workload having doubled of a sudden. The feller he’d recruited for to take the old work having decided, six months on, that it wasn’t quite the thing, and the new work not having gone anywhere. It’d be one thing were I permitted overtime, but no, I am “exempt.”

So there’s that.

Anyways, talk amongst yerselves until there’s breathing room.

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