Monday, November 22, 2004


You've probably seen this one already:

Saturday, November 20, 2004


I'm going to be home from Wednesday evening until Sunday morning. Who else is going to be or already is in town? Right now I only have Will's 818 cell number and I can remember Cary's home phone number, but that's it. My numbers are the same. We all should get together and drink some beer while sharing stories of tactical jet aviation, hurricanes, and living in Bush country! :-D


Saturday, November 13, 2004

Sad things

Just a list:

Paul's email falls on at least one set of mostly deaf ears. For now anyway.

I'm sickened that someone might even be worrying that the heaven of the Heavenly Father might need guards. When we can talk about God without martial imagery, perhaps we will have punctured the darkness. Do give it a try.

I have begun an answer to Cary's post "Onward" on my blog. I hope more folks have something to say on the subject.

In all honesty, it's hard to take "Poop!" and "Poop? yes." as other than very rude. Do help me with this, please.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Happy Birthday to Me

Back in 1775, my Marine Corps came alive. Today, November 10th, is the 229th birthday of my Marine Corps. To mark the date the world's greatest killing and drinking organization was founded in a bar, I will share with you my favorite lines from the Marine's Hymn:

We have fought in every clime and place
where we could take a gun.

If the army and the navy
ever gaze on heaven's scenes
they will find the streets are guarded
with United States Marines.

On this day Marines greet each other with "happy birthday." I'm 229 years old bitches. Beat that! Ha!


Sunday, November 07, 2004

The Secret's Out


The secret is, I'm still alive! Cary reminded me that this Blog was out here, so I decided instead of just e-mailing him back, I'd share my story with all of you. I do apologize for being so out of touch, but I'm really superstitious about getting my wings. I still don't have them yet, but I will hopefully get them soon.

Since I've seen any of you last December, I've been doing a lot of fun flying in jets. I got selected to be a Weapons Systems Officer in the Marine F/A-18D strike fighter (my first choice). It's the same plane the Blue Angels fly. It's a two seat, twin engine, supersonic, fighter-bomber. Since I've seen you all, I've flown at 500 feet off the ground at around 300 knots navigating visually off towers and roads, navigated using a radar pointed at the ground, and learned how to intercept other airplanes using my radar. Honestly, I didn't think I'd like the air-to-air syllabus, but I've found it to be terribly fun. There's nothing quite like rolling up 1.5 miles behind someone and taking a quick sidewinder shot off at them. All that flying was done in the T-39 Sabreliner. I basically looks like a leer jet. We put an old F-16 radar in the nose.

After the T-39 I moved on to the T-2. The T-2 is much more like the Hornet. It looks like a mini-fighter jet. I did some low levels in the T-2, doing visual navigation like the T-39, then I was about to start BFMs (dogfighting) when something bad happened. I had gotten airsick in a good number of my T-39 flights and I got sick a little again in the T-2. Because I'm going hornets, a very dynamic jet, the flight doctor thought it was best if I be sent to SPAD (Self-Paced Airsickness Desensitization). So in August I was taken out of the flight program and I had to spend my days spinning around in a motorized chair twice a day.

This past Friday was my last day of SPAD. I finally finished it! I will start flying again either this week or the next. When I'm done with my warm up events, I will be doing my BFMs. I have 5 warm up events then 5 more graded events to go to get my wings, provided nothing else goes wrong. After I get my wings I will head out to San Diego for my next school. I will finally be leaving the South and living back in Cali again!

To answer Cary's question: the earliest I could possibly go to war is at the end of my next school, so that will be sometime around the end of next year.

Ivan hit here pretty hard. I was in Jacksonville when it happened. My apartment got too much mold in it, so they kicked everyone out. I'm living on base now until I leave and all my stuff is safe and in a friend's garage.

As for my reaction to the election, I think Southpark had the best commentary. We had to choose between a douche bag and a terd sandwich. Bush isn't faking it, but he's isn't faking being an idiot. Kerry was full of shit and said things to appear less liberal, but he's not an idiot. I only hope that the democratic party realizes they have to choose a candidate that is true to him/herself and honest instead of just trying to nominate the opposite of a NE liberal senator in four years. I know that if John McCain is nominated, my party be damned I love that man!

Anyways, I'm sorry I've been so out of touch. I wanted to wait until I got my wings to let you all know how I'm doing, but I guess now is as a good a time as any to let you all know.

I've been watching documentaries lately. What do you all think of The Hunting of the President, Control Room, and Supersize Me?


Thursday, November 04, 2004


I'm sure we've all spent a great deal of time thinking about what's just happened and where we're at right now, we've all probably spoken about it nearly as much as we've thought about it, and, I imagine, most of us feel like we haven't slept in a thousand years.

But I'm curious - where do you all think we should go from here? "We" could mean the Democratic Party, it could mean progressives or liberals, or it could mean we as young Americans, generally, or more specifically, as a particular group of 10 or so well-educated, concerned, hopefully motivated young Americans.

I know I'm feeling a greater need to be involved than I have in a long time, and I know some of you are to. What should we do? I'm curious to hear.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004


There is no bright side. We are not going to get out of this mess.