Glimpse Into Navy Life

When I was in the Navy, all of the electricians E-6 and below lived in one large compartment on the ass end of the second deck (that’s one deck below the hanger, 5 decks below the flight deck) directly below the jet engine repair shop. The electricians (EM and IC) all 250 or so of us, were in a compartment that ran the width of the ship, and about 40 feet in length. We shared that space with the machinists, so in all, there were about 500 people who lived in an area of about 6000 square feet. We shared 4 urinals, 10 commodes, 8 sinks, and 10 shower stalls.

The floor above us had the jet engine shop, where they would test jet engines at full throttle, day and night. Directly below us were the two steering gear rooms, machinery rooms with loud hydraulic systems in them to turn the ship’s rudders. There was never a quiet time in that space while we were at sea.

Imagine the smell of 500 men who all work 16 hour days (or more) in hot machinery spaces, all crammed into a relatively small compartment, body odor, farts, and snoring all combining with the never-ending noise of a ship at sea. There were days the smell was truly horrific. Six people were assigned to clean this compartment on a rotating basis- one E-4, and five E-3 and below. The duty was referred to as “coop cleaning.” Those six people had numerous duties, including cleaning the floors, the heads, and also doing the laundry.

In this compartment, there were twelve large laundry bins, marked “colors” and “whites.” Each person would toss their clothes into the bins- you tie your socks in a knot through the belt loops of your pants, toss them and your shirts in the colors bin, then toss underwear and t-shirts into the whites bin. Twice a week, the coop cleaners would empty those bins and take them down to the ship’s laundry for cleaning. It would usually be 300-400 pounds of laundry. Imagine the smell of the whites bin with 750 pairs of sweaty underwear in them.

When the laundry had been washed and dried, the coop cleaners would return them to your bunk (unfolded), which was easy to do, since all uniforms had your name on them, with one exception. The coop cleaners would select the pair of underwear with the largest skid mark, and post them on the bulletin board with a sign over it that read “skid mark of the week.” Since your name is on your underwear, everyone knew whose they were.

There was one particular guy who always seemed to win that particular contest. His skid marks were so incredibly large, they had to be done on purpose. It was pretty disgusting and unbelievable.

Stop Playing Around

When I was in the military, I spent a bit of time as part of the Master at Arms force. One of our duties was escorting prisoners from the brig to various places: chow, to courts martial, medical appointments, etc.

When we were escorting them, we carried sidearms and deadly force was authorized to prevent their escape. We were permitted to use deadly force on the prisoner or on anyone who was attempting to help the prisoner escape.

With that in mind, watch this video of foreign nationals attacking Federal law enforcement in the performance of their duties in an attempt to assist another foreign national in escaping custody.

It wouldn’t take that many. Once a few get shot, the rest will stop doing this shit. The only reason this happens is because we allow it to happen with almost no consequences.

Periods

Check this out

If you have any medical professional who tells you a man can become a woman and menstruate, even with hormones, do not trust them with your medical care, as they are politically correct woke morons who shouldn’t be in charge of anyone’s healthcare. A woman’s menstrual cycle is caused by hormone levels changing as a part of her monthly cycle. The four hormones involved are:

  • Follicle stimulating hormone (FSH)
  • luteinizing hormone (LH)
  • Estrogen
  • Progesterone

FSH is released from the pituitary gland in the brain. Some of the follicles in the ovaries respond by growing. As those follicles grow, they release estrogen. Estrogen levels climb higher and higher as the dominant follicle gets bigger. The increased levels of estrogen thicken the uterine lining and causes the brain to release LH, which causes one of the follicles to burst, releasing the egg it contains, as well as about a teaspoon of hormones:

  • estrogen
  • progesterone
  • androgens
  • follicle-stimulating hormone (FSH)
  • luteinizing hormone (LH)

The now empty follicle then begins producing progesterone for about 10 to 14 days unless a pregnancy occurs. Progesterone stabilizes the uterine lining, making it spongy, warm, and ready to feed a fertilized egg. The uterus is now ready for implantation of a fertilized egg.

After that 10 to 14 days, the follicle stops producing those hormones if the egg is not fertilized. Estrogen and progesterone levels crash suddenly, and this sharp drop causes the uterine lining to break down and shed, while simultaneously prompting the brain to release FSH again to start a brand new cycle.

Now look at a tranny who is taking hormone therapy. The brain isn’t going to release FSH, there are no ovaries to respond by releasing estrogen and progesterone, and no uterus to respond to those hormones, even if they are being taken. As to those hormone levels, it would be nearly impossible to get them to the finely precise levels needed to cause a menstrual cycle, and even if you could do so, there are no organs in a male that would respond to them.

It just can’t happen, no matter what the person believes. A man can no more menstruate than he can become an attack helicopter.

This is purely a psychological problem called a delusion. If you are a man who believes you were born into the wrong body and are really a woman, you need mental health services, not hormones or your own personal pronouns.

Ouch

While I agree with the truck owner’s spirit, the more effective option legally is to get out of the truck while she has the bat in her hand and either beat that ass, or simply shoot her to prevent her deadly weapon attack.

I Think About This Sometimes

A I write this, I’m sitting here listening to a radio channel on iHeart radio called iHeart 70s and it’s taking me back to my childhood. In 1976, fifty years ago, the number one television show in the US was a show called Happy Days. It was a wholesome show about a teenager growing up in in the 1950s. In 1976, the show was in its fifth season and the height of its popularity, set in the year 1957. My parents loved it because it was a story about their teenage years.

If a show were made today using the same timelines, that show would be set in the year 2007 and would depict the teenaged years of my children. If you want to know what was happening then, just go back to the early days of this blog, which started that same year. It makes me feel old to even think about it.

I never met my great grandparents. I never even met all of my grandparents.

On my father’s side, my grandfather died 20 years before I was born. I’m now older than he was when he died. My dad’s mother, my grandmother, died when I was 9 years old. In fact, none of the males in the three generations before me on my father’s side lived past the age of 63.

On my mother’s side, the men fared somewhat better. My grandfather on that side lived to be 66 years old, and my great-grandfathers died at the ages of 84 and 72. The women lasted a bit, with my mother dying at 73, and her mother also dying at the age of 73. My great-grandmothers died at the ages of 39 and 66.

In many cases, medicine has advanced over the past generations, and people are living longer. I can say that I am healthier than my dad was at this age. He had already had a heart attack and heart surgery at a couple of years younger than I am now. He was disabled and on Social Security disability just a year older than I am now. I’m still kicking. I just got done mowing the lawn, which my dad was unable to do at this point.

Still, as we get older, we can’t help but wonder how many years we have left. I know there are more years behind me than there are in front of me. I’ve done so much and so many things in my life, it seems incredible to me. I still have so many more things I want to do, see, and experience. I doubt I have enough time left to get through the entire list.

Money Grab

Fort Lauderdale Mayor Dean Trantalis, Boca Raton Mayor Andy Thomson and Broward County Property Appraiser Marty Kiar hosted an event in South Florida where they made speeches opposing cuts in Florida’s property taxes, because of course they did.

Trantalis told the crowd of more than 40 business leaders, attorneys and real estate agents property taxes fund 45% of the city’s day-to-day operations, with more than half of Fort Lauderdale’s budget — 62% — pays for police and fire service. The claim is how every dime in taxes is essential, property taxes only come from owner occupied property, and any cuts to those taxes will result in less service from police and fire.

The misdirection is 45% of the city’s day to day operations is in itself a bit of a lie. He is pulling a stunt that excludes sections of the budget in order to hide the real monetary picture here. By saying “day to day operations” he is talking about only one section of the city’s overall budget. The day to day operations he is speaking about is the city’s general fund. The mayor’s fuller statement says that approximately “48 cents of every General Fund dollar” comes from property taxes, but the General Fund is only 43.5% of the city’s $1.194 billion adopted operating budget. So “property taxes fund nearly half of the city’s day-to-day operations” is a way of hiding a narrower fact: property taxes fund less than half of the General Fund, and only about 22% of the city’s entire annual spending.

That distinction matters because many genuine day-to-day city operations sit outside the general fund:

  • Water and wastewater
  • Sanitation
  • Stormwater
  • Parking
  • Airport operations
  • Building services
  • Internal-service operations

Those activities are primarily supported by utility rates, service charges, assessments and other dedicated revenue, not property taxes.

The city has a total annual budget of $1.194 billion. Of that 1.2 billion, homestead property taxes are only $79.8 million, or about 6.6% of the city’s budget. The remaining roughly $185 million in ad valorem revenue comes from non-homesteaded residential, commercial, rental, industrial, and other taxable property.

So to boil things down- the loss of all ad valorem revenue from homestead property would cause the city to lose less than 7% of their total budget.

What impact would that have? Let’s take a look at the city’s total budget for the past 5 years.

Fiscal yearTotal adopted expendituresYear-over-year increaseYear-over-year %
FY 2022$897,744,024
FY 2023$985,053,597$87,309,5739.7%
FY 2024$1,071,928,055$86,874,4588.8%
FY 2025$1,193,279,369$121,351,31411.3%
FY 2026$1,194,366,687$1,087,3180.1%

In the past five years, the city’s budget has grown by a total of 33%. Even eliminating all of the $80 million in ad valorem revenue from homesteaded property would leave Fort Lauderdale with roughly $1.115 billion, which is still 4% above its FY 2024 budget.

Amendment 3 wouldn’t even go that far. The median value of residential property in Fort Lauderdale is about $486,000. The amendment would increase the homestead exemption from $50,000 to $250,000 over a two year period. This would have the effect of reducing the taxable value of the median homestead property in Fort Lauderdale by 46%. In other words, Fort Lauderdale would see a 3.6% reduction in their overall annual budget as a result of Amendment 3.


Sources

Mayor’s public statement to social media on spending and taxes

Fort Lauderdale budget documents

Intel

It’s important to understand the mindset we are dealing with. This guy travelled to Fond Du Lac, Wisconsin to set fire to a Republican Congressman’s office. he comes right out and admits to doing so, states he did it because he disagrees with the Congressman’s recent votes. He goes on to say he has tried peacefully protesting, but that didn’t work, so peace is no longer possible. I have started the video below at the beginning of his police interrogation, just after his Miranda rights have been read to him:

I can already hear a bunch of you- you are making fun of him because he looks like a marshmallow soy eating lard ass. (I will get in my one shot- his Antifa code name is Sponge Bro Lard Ass.) Here is why I think you are wrong: he did something other than sit on the Internet and complain. This alone makes him, and people like him, a threat. The stupid ones like him will either be stripped away while they are in prison, or they will be released until they learn how to carry out attacks without getting caught, and the attacks will get more and more deadly and effective.

For those reasons, I think we make fun of people like him to our own peril.

Ferals

First, we see this:

He complains how being treated like animals in a zoo is disheartening to blacks. Then we see this:

Another store closes in 3…2…1… Then the blacks will come out and complain this doesn’t happen in white neighborhoods.