“There is the world dimensional for
those untwisted by the love of things
irreconcilable…”
“Meanwhile life outside goes on all around you…”
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2001-2022
Gerard Van der Leun
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Nobody goes to nuclear submarines anymore. They’re too crowded.
Rimshot!
Hm. Imagine a boomer crew (ahem, us former Air Force weather people can say boomer crew, ‘cuz I flew across the Atlantic with a crew once) that’s just resurfacing after a 90-day cruise. What was going on when they went under? Covid was a thing, but the big shutdown had not happened, and certainly we had not had riots. It would have to be a bit of a whiplash.
Fake. Just like the moon landing, and the 1900 plus “ieds” that Were set off starting in 1972_ish.
Walt Disney was the imaginer that did that shit. Nobody talks about that commie bastard.
Goofy was the distraction.
What a relief and comfort it is to see our splendid ultra-hi-tech Armed Forces joining with academia and foreign countries to keep law & order on an desolate Arctic frikking ice floe while police and the National Guard take a knee as they watch our cities burn under the insurrectionists’ torches and the Generals of the Pentagon treacherously stab our President in his back.
Though I spent my share of time in the Bering Sea, or places thereabouts while on the USS Los Angeles (SSN688), I did not get to experience surfacing through the ice in the Arctic. Looks cold. As for boarding a sub, wouldn’t one prefer boarding a sub in the tropical breezes blowing across Pearl Harbor? I know I appreciated that.
I bit & clicked it, sound muted as always. After a few seconds of what looked like interesting scenery, a basement dweller appeared yapping and waving his hands. I moved on.
Too bad you didn’t get beyond the basement intro into the real world at the Pole. Sad really. Protip: You do realize that by clicking along the bottom of the YouTube you can move along to other points in the video,
According to the handy-dandy ALCOM FORM 13a dated AUG 67 that the Yankee War Department issued me at Fort Wainwright many, many years ago, at 30 below zero, exposed flesh “may” freeze in 30 seconds in calm conditions and raising the wind speed to 10 miles per hour provides a wind chill temperature of negative 60. The charts may have been revised since then but probably this one is near enough.
Protip #1, while we’re giving them: Pretty much, you just as well change that “may freeze” to “will” if that time I frostbit my snout and the medic said “Holy shit, you’re gonna lose that thing” was any indication. That’ll get your attention.
Protip #2: If you want to know what the Arctic can be like without a massive support system, or even with one if you’re foolish, Jack London can tell the tale as well as anybody:
https://www.pagebypagebooks.com/Jack_London/To_Build_a_Fire/To_Build_a_Fire_p1.html