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Maybe She Should Just Burn Them…

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Seems the intolerant intellectual fascism of the American Far-Left remains in full flower.  Erica Payne, the vulgar uber-“liberal” progressive strumpet whose Agenda Project is yet another conduit for mega-wealthy leftists to disparage anyone who deigns to disagree with them, has decided that the way to combat Paul Ryan’s legal free expression is through vandalism.

Erica Payne, founder and president of the left-wing Agenda Project, is encouraging people to deface the cover of Paul Ryan’s new book, which is hitting shelves today.

Not a new paradigm, to be sure.  

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Erica Payne provides a representative sample of the extreme prejudice and closed-minded intolerance of a bankrupt intellectual philosophy.  Disagreement with the far-left ideology will not only be brutally suppressed, but those who espouse such heresy will be flagged as threats.  This should come as a surprise to nobody, not after the machinations of the IRS and other government entities, including the race-mongering Justice Department, now in the sway of the most malignant administration in the history of our Republic.  

Time was, books would be burned, instead of merely vandalized.  But that probably involves a carbon footprint which will accelerate Global Warming.  (No estimate on the environmental impact of burning the homes of Global Warming skeptics.)  So the Erica Paynes of the world will have to settle for defacing private property in lieu of providing cogent counter-argument.  Which demonstrates just how illiberal those who consider themselves the most “liberal” truly are.   

Perhaps instead of the coarsely vulgar slogan adopted to disparage the Tea Party, Ms. Payne’s Agenda Project could find a more appropriate one.  Sieg Heil comes to mind.  

 

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Teach your children well

Okay, I’m not really a fan of Crosby, Stills, and Nash, but if we are going to keep our Second Amendment rights, then we need to teach our kids what that means.

And for Mini-me, that means learning to shoot at summer camp. Do note the eye protection, hearing protection, and boogerhook off the trigger. I like giving liberals the vapors.
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I like the zombie target. Nice shootin’.
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I’m also proud of her, that when the other girls were screaming about a spider in the cabin, she asked someone to pass her a shoe and smushed it. (Sorry, XBrad, they weren’t allowed flamethrowers.)

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Hometown memorial and a friend remembered

Huntsville has a significant military presence, and so it is fitting that the Huntsville-Madison County Veterans Memorial is not just a stone on the courthouse square but a place to contemplate, to remember those who fought for us, those who held up their hands and swore the oath, those who gave everything.
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The waterfalls and fountain are soothing.  The three sections along the outside provide a chronicle of the wars fought, with black marble memorials to hometown heroes.  These sections are anchored by two sets of statues.

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100_0637 cropSome of the stones on the walkway have famous or appropriate sayings (click to embiggen).

100_0638Wonder if anyone in the current administration would take heed of this one.

100_0639The walkway behind this part of the memorial is paved with memorial bricks.  This one was placed just in time for Independence Day.

100_0632 cropAs Don would say, pull up some bench.

100_0633 cropDon’s ashes will be scattered during a parachute jump next month, so there will be no grave marker for him.  This I thought was appropriate, so that he will never be forgotten.

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As Patty Ann would have said…

One of my Facebook friends posted a link to this annoying Slate article (I know, redundant)
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It reads like it was written 30 years ago, except for the “microaggressions” crap. The big, bad men are keeping the poor, helpless girls out of the treehouse. Really? I have a hard time believing that the same economics professor who in 1986 told the class that 10% of coeds sleep with their professors and he wasn’t getting his share would get away with that on today’s overwrought, politically correct campuses.

Now, granted the author interviewed only 9 women about their experiences in the labs, and they talk about academia, not the real world. The cycle of NIH and NSF grant funding might indeed make a professor prefer hiring a man for a post-doc position because a woman in her late 20’s/early 30’s might take off during that year to have a baby. For the woman, if you have to dedicate a significant portion of your life tending to a demanding little tyrant, it might as well be your own flesh-and-blood and not some professor who sees you only as his slave labor. Personally, I think that fewer women are going for Ph.D’s and post-doc work because the jobs are out there for women in scientific fields, and not all require the extra degree.

In the government, much has changed in the last 50 years. A friend wrote a paper on the women engineers and scientists in the Saturn V days at Marshall Space Flight Center.

During the heyday of the Apollo program, there were 6,000 employees at MSFC, but only 22 were women in engineering or science, and I know at least seven of them. These were women with a great deal of persistence, who had successful careers despite roadblocks and lack of mentors. Margaret “Hap” Brennecke had to publish papers on aluminum alloys and welding using her initials, otherwise the papers were rejected. I know two of the women had to fight to keep their jobs after maternity leave. That’s a far cry from feeling oppressed because some lunkhead said your ponytail was “too flouncy for cancer research.” In 1997, a guy praised me for a project done well and added that he didn’t know a woman could do that good a job. He meant it as a compliment, and I took it as such.

We have had women astronauts, women center directors, and a woman deputy administrator. Gone are the days of being like the Brontë sisters and hiding your gender just to get published. You have the Family and Medical Leave Act to protect your job while you’re out on maternity leave. You not only have ladies’ rooms in the labs (they had to add a ladies’ room to the building I was assigned to in 1986), you have on-site daycare and lactation rooms. If someone’s trying to play slap-and-tickle, then either threaten him with a Lorena Bobbitt or report him, don’t just let it slide.

Above all, be competent. When people respect what you do, then chromosomes and plumbing don’t matter. As Patty Ann (God rest her soul) once told me, it’s time to put on your big girl panties and get the job done.

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A Timely Laugh or Two in Time for the World Cup

You all know how I feel about soccer.  It’s frigging communist.  And played by guys that fall down in agony if you invade their personal space.  Yeah, I know a goodly chunk of the rest of the world plays it.  But a goodly chunk of the rest of the world doesn’t use toilets, either.  It doesn’t make it a good idea.

Anyway, witness Jason Sudeikis, American football coach, hired by Tottenham of the English Premiere League.   Pretty well done.  But I am still not watching soccer on NBC.  It makes golf look like nonstop action.

BIG H/T to Delta Bravo!!!

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Saturday Afternoon Matinee

Today’s feature presentation is the 1983 British release-

 

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Released in Britain as Who Dares Wins, it gave a fascinating look at Britain’s Special Air Service serving in a counter terrorism role. Much of the plot and acting is… well, it was the early 1980s.

But the action scenes were, and still are, impressive.

Loosely based on the SAS takedown of the Iranian Embassy in London in 1979, I have to admit, this was one of my favorite films in high school.

 

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A Winner Finishes Second

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Yesterday was the final round of the 2014 US Open, played at Pinehurst Number 2, near Fort Bragg, NC.  Martin Kaymer ran away with this year’s Open, considered one of golf’s “majors”, leading on all four days an winning by eight strokes with a score of -9.

But the remarkable story was the tie for second.   Along with Ricky Fowler at -1 was 34-year-old Erik Compton, a virtual no-name on the PGA tour.  Not that such is unusual at a major tournament.  Cinderella stories (Carl Spackler notwithstanding) have been commonplace, especially this year with a crop of rookies and first-time winners.  But Erik Compton’s story is different.

When Compton was 9, he was diagnosed with viral cardiomyopathy, a condition in which the heart muscle is inflamed and unable to pump as hard as it should. That led to his first heart transplant in 1992, when he was 12.

In October 2007, at 27, Compton suffered a heart attack and drove himself to the hospital. The next May, he underwent his second heart transplant.

His story is well known in golf circles but barely heard outside the sport. Yet even within the confines of his sport, it leads to interesting moments. When he was asked by NBC Sports about his comfort level in playing this U.S. Open compared with his only other major, the 2010 U.S. Open (in which he missed the cut), his comment was priceless:

“You got to give me a break, I just had a new heart when I was at Pebble Beach.”

Amazing.  Simply amazing.  I would be amazed if he were playing with me and sharing my 18 handicap on the municipal course I frequent.  But to compete at that level, after enduring (and recovering from) what Erik Compton has, is one of the true great stories in sport.

Oh, and his second-place tie earned him an invite to The Masters.   I will be rooting for Erik Compton next year at Augusta.

 

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