Vietnam’s Wild Weasels Purposely easy to see on radar, the Weasels would zoom back and forth close to suspected SA-2 sites to see if they could provoke a Fan Song or Fire Can radar to stay on long enough to locate it and attack.
STARLINK 30 satellites train seen from earth
What’s going on here pic.twitter.com/SCdUbEkP0l
— Libs of Tik Tok (@libsoftiktok) October 27, 2021
Florida school board member takes elementary school students on field trip to gay bar: ‘SO honored’ “They also visit a local restaurant, Rosie’s Bar and Grill, which is within walking distance from the school and opens early for the students. The bar and restaurant was not open to the general public while students were present inside. When the business opened, students transitioned to a separate, outside location to order and eat their meals. School board member Sarah Leonardi accompanied Wilton Manors Elementary school on a field trip to a LGBT bar which features menu items like: The Big Girl Burgers, Rhoda Cowboy, Ivana Hooker, Hellena Bun, Georgia Bleu, Young Ranch Hand, Willy cheesesteak.”
A drone with a view: Likely Drone Attack On U.S. Power Grid Revealed In New Intelligence Report (Updated)
U.S. officials believe that a DJI Mavic 2, a small quadcopter-type drone, with a thick copper wire attached underneath it via nylon cords was likely at the center of an attempted attack on a power substation in Pennsylvania last year.
U.S. officials believe that a DJI Mavic 2, a small quadcopter-type drone, with a thick copper wire attached underneath it via nylon cords was likely at the center of an attempted attack on a power substation in Pennsylvania last year.
These mentally unstable people are teaching your kids pic.twitter.com/f7tpzuBDSl
— Libs of Tik Tok (@libsoftiktok) October 28, 2021
Oskar Fischinger: Pioneer of Experimental Animation
Fischinger designed an abstract animation for Disney’s 1940’s hit, Fantasia, but quit without credit because Disney altered his designs to be more representational.
Ognyan Stefanov (@ognyan_stefanov_airphoto) • Instagram At first glance, this photo looks like it’s made up of toy model planes and mini figurines. However, each person is real and every object is life-sized. The aerial image was taken by Ognyan Stefanov, the official photographer of the Bulgarian Air Force who joined the team to take part in the Tetris Challenge. The fun trend involves neatly organizing work equipment on the floor and photographing it from above.
The bet by Dissidents is that reality still has some role to play in the life of the West and those disgruntled and disillusioned will at least entertain an alternative rooted in the natural reality of mankind. Alternatively, the various tribes of the Right will see that going backward is not an option, so moving forward into a moral philosophy rooted in natural reality, however imperfect and incomplete, is the only option. In this regard, the Dissident Right is the optimism tribe on the Right.
“Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”
There comes a time when the creator takes pity. After so many centuries of this, after so many years of humans missing the mark, of wandering from the path, of rising and falling and warring and dying, of eating the fruit, again and again, the creator stages an intervention. He comes to Earth in human form to show us the way back home. Most people don’t listen, naturally, and we all know how the story ends. God himself walks on Earth and what does humanity do? We torture and kill him.
The cable news programs were giddy, not for the outcome of the races, but for the fact that they could go back to their favorite game of make believe. The anchors put on their serious faces and could pretend to be neutral observers. The experts could come on and explain what it meant, as if they actually had special knowledge. Each channel had a carrying on like the local weatherman explaining the election map. They were children reunited with their old blanket at grandma’s house.
In the pages of Scary Mommy, where progressive ladies roar, Elaine Roth wishes us to know about her mental health problems: “There’s a running monologue whispering in the back of my mind. Maybe it’s whispering in the back of your mind, too. My running monologue isn’t unique to me. Countless women across the country — maybe across the globe — experience a similar monologue. It results from a shared trauma, and it’s got a name: Patriarchy Stress Disorder [!], or PSD [!!].”
AT&T’s Racial Reeducation Program According to a senior employee, who agreed to speak on condition of anonymity, managers at AT&T are now assessed annually on diversity issues, with mandatory participation in programs such as discussion groups, book clubs, mentorship programs, and race reeducation exercises. White employees, the source said, are tacitly expected to confess their complicity in “white privilege” and “systemic racism,” or they will be penalized in their performance reviews. As part of the overall initiative, employees are asked to sign a loyalty pledge to “keep pushing for change,” with suggested “intentions” such as “reading more about systemic racism” and “challenging others” language that is hateful. “If you don’t do it,” the senior employee says, “you’re [considered] a racist.” AT&T did not respond when asked for comment.
The Woman Who Was Hit by a Meteorite | Moody Jacobs shows a giant bruise on the side and hip of his patient, Ann Hodges, in 1954, after she was struck by a meteorite. After the meteorite landed and struck Ann, she and her mother tried to figure out what had happened. The house was filled with dust, and they initially believed that the chimney had collapsed or the space heater had exploded. But after spotting the rock on the floor and the big pineapple-sized bruise on her body, they called the police and the fire departments.
The canary resuscitator | This was discovered by John Haldane, who was asked to help determine the cause of an explosion at Tylorstown Colliery in 1896. He concluded the explosion was caused by a build-up of carbon monoxide and set out to find a way of detecting the odourless gas before it could harm humans. The result was this cage and its captive canary. The circular door would be kept open and had a grill to prevent the canary escaping. Once the canary showed signs of carbon monoxide poisoning the door would be closed and a valve opened, allowing oxygen from the tank on top to be released and revive the canary. The miners would then be expected to evacuate the danger area.
Astrophotographer Uses Vertical Panoramas for Creative Milky Way Pics Finding a suitable location typically means finding an area with a dark sky mostly free of light pollution. Ideally, close to or on a new moon—or in an area where the moon is obstructed by mountains—and a location where cloud coverage is minimal. I can accurately tell weather within three days so a lot of times it’s just luck. Specifically for these shots, the foreground both straight ahead and behind me needs to be somewhat interesting which makes these shots sometimes difficult.
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Hi, everyone.
It’s International Ram All the Donuts You Can Through Your Treble-chinned Bucket-shaped Knob of a Head Day.
I identify as a nonbinary bloated bagel.
You can call me Lenny or you can call me Benny or you can call me Larry or you can call me Harry. But you doesn’t has to call me Tub o’ Guts.
Instead, you can call me Mix Kay, because I am a mix of semi-solid rancid lipids poured into a colorful pup tent.
I’m not a boy or a girl. I’m a person. This shows clearly that my logic machine crashed a long time ago. That is why my every udderance (haha I used a barnyard pun) is a sad pastiche of treacly self-indulgent twaddle.
My pronouns—should anyone’s life be so empty that they care—are They (for I am legion), Them (as in “Dem bones dem bones dem dry bones”), What (as in “What the f%$K!?”), She (as in “She be some mighty tonnage, yo.”), Her (as in Ben Her), Yerp (as in “I gotta yerp.”), and Rump Fed (as in “You should see my billowy nether regions snap at a bit of buttered toast.”)
My message is, Be yourself. And if I ever see myself shambling and rolling down the road, I will surely be it.
And I want to Thank you for lettin’ me by mice elf again.
PS. Your kids? Mine!
Wild weasel the 105, was an amazing air machine. Many aircraft flew the wild weasel missions, to this day in space our mil is flying very high-end jets in wild weasel roles. In my Navy Days, was the F4 Phantom and the F8, I’m sure other then flew the mission, anymore all that’s required is an ECM style pod on a MUR or TUR, or centerline. Squawk, hoping to have “them” light up their tracking/targeting radar. Lights out.
Regarding the school board member who took small children to a gay bar, by definition that’s child abuse.
What compels an adult to run for a school board position, and then think it’s all right to take the kids out for a Coors lite, a smoke, maybe a Lil butt sex viewing. Sick motherfuckers.
VI
Back in the day, We trained Wild Weasels at our radar site in Germany. We had mostly USAFE F-4 Phantoms, although sometimes the Luftwaffe would fly their F-104 Starfighters against us.
We had a copy of the Fan Tan SA-2 tracking radar in F and G bands as well as an I band to simulate AAA radar. It was quite fun trying to track them long enough to get a firing solution. It was all recorded on a paper tape so the pilot couldn’t say later…nyah nyah, you missed me.
Fan Song, not Fan Tan
I’m a raciss.
Oh dear.
How can I live with myself?
If the shit weezles were more common you’d probably see more of them being killed or paralyzed.
I prefer paralyzing. Why bother to kill them…they don’t deserve it and time can do it for you. A simple CCI .22 Quiet round to the lower spine should do it too. Very inexpensive and with a box of 50 and a NAA Pug ya could have a field day. Can’t work, can’t walk, can’t relieve themselves without someone to clean up their mess, can’t get into bed or out of bed, can’t bend over, can’t cook or fetch a snack and on and on. And the upside is that ‘it’ can be any pronoun it wants to be with absolutely no loss of civil rights.
The blue boats bitchen. We’ll watercraft.
Sadly I sold my north river sled, this past Tuesday. Got one last Crab trip in, before I sold it.
VI
DJI has about 65% of the upper end UAS market. Oh, and by the way? they’re made in China.
We have-a couple Mavic II Pro Drones. Amazing, yup Chinese made. Used our free Govt money from covid for the second purchase.
We’ve been awaiting inclement weather to fly, want to see what these guys will do in heavy rain and even more so snow. Need to know what they can see and fly thru.
The real deal bad asses would be moving in the nastiest of weather, while peeps are hunkered down
Can cover large areas, in a sport period of time. Don’t forget extra blades and many spare batteries, other pieces and parts.
VI
“Mix K”
Of course it’s like “cookie mix” or “mixing bowl.” What else would it be?
from the looks of things, emptied.
years ago I hosted a porn link site, I had a couple trackers on the page. looking through the log I noted regular hits for an extended time from a location, an island or islands, in the proximity of the antarctic circle, like a weather installation possibly. I traced it on a map.
anyway I posted a greeting to them on the page, like, “greetings to all the lads stationed at Whatever the Place Was Called”, and *poof* they never appeared again.
So I am a “racist”? Well, yes. I recognize what every thinking man in History has recognized, that the races are different. So sue me.
Watching and listening to Biden in action is really a marvel. How long can this charade continue? The whole world laughs. So do I. So who is really in charge way out there in Washington DC? Beats me.
I would like to comment on that corpulent “person of color” in the fish tank, but what could I possibly write? I might write that the creature is part mermaid, part manatee, part Old Navy model. I might write that—if I were on LSD. But I’m not. Not today anyway.
About that woman struck by the meteorite: I’ll see her bruise, and raise it one knee:
http://mikeaustin.org/wounded_knee.htm
About that super fast boat: Nope. I agree with Dr. Johnson, that “being in a boat is like being in prison, with a chance at drowning.” If you have ever been in a shipwreck off the Mosquito Coast of Honduras, you would agree with me.
The apogee of Christendom—Western Civilization—was Chartres Cathedral and the “Summa Theologiae.” Both are from the 13th Century. It’s been downhill ever since. The absurdly named “Enlightenment” paved the way for Madame Guillotine and the terrors of the 20th Century. And let’s not have any nonsense about those Medieval types—who, by the way, called themselves “the moderns”—being barbarians because they burned witches at the stake. We don’t burn witches because we longer believe in them, not because we have ascended to a higher moral and intellectual plane. Those who lived during the Medieval times could tell men from women. We cannot even do that. Neither could we possibly build Chartres. Our answer to Aquinas is “Heather Has Two Mommies”. Oh…and we certainly do burn people to death. Ask Ted Bundy. Or Clinton about Waco.
Aliens—usually Martians have to take the rap—have been portrayed as either hideous monsters or benevolent beings. If they ever decide to pay us a visit, we will find out rather rapidly. Think Columbus and the Indians—with us in the role of the Indians.
One of the greatest errors of the 20th Century—and there is myriad competition for that prize—was giving women the right to vote and then allowing them to rule over us. From the 19th Amendment to Nancy Pelosi, Hillary and Karens is a natural progression. Let Paul chime in here:
“I do not permit a woman to teach or have authority over a man.”—I Timothy 2:12
Your argument is not with me—sexist bigot that I am—but with God. Take your disagreement up with Him.
Female gymnasts seem to me to be another species. How can they do what they do? It’s more than a little freakish. I prefer ballerinas.
Time for Canadian Mist.
Yep, that’s the ugliest bruise I’ve ever seen.
The next day:
http://mikeaustin.org/wounded_knee2.htm
Missed my patella by a fraction of an inch. Otherwise I would be crippled for life.
There are a number of humans in this country who I wish would eat their faces. Is Condition 1 in Antarctica an example of climate change?
A misogynist hates women. A misandrist hates men. Embrace diversity! Become a misanthrope…
Personally, I’ve always had a great love of Humanity. It’s people I’ve come to hate.
WHOA!!! That was an overload of great reading material!
Cheap comments:
– I’ve never seen a whale wear a swim suit.
– The woke teacher warping children’s minds…wouldn’t be teaching my children. It also needs to take off the feed bag and shave its mustache.
– Vietnamese boat…I was hooked on watching that. Not sure of the long term reliability of the motor since the bearings on the connecting rods were frozen up. Regardless, a very industrious man!
– School board takes children to a gay bar – sounds like justifiable homicide. Parents had to have approved of this right? Just as bad as the tranny queen library reading. Why would anyone want their children exposed to this trash?
– Gymnastics chic – laws of physics must have changed. Incredible young lady. Turn off the sound as the narrator does not add to the show.
– Gal that got hit by a meteor – lucky she had a little extra padding.
{ did quite enjoy the boat build/run.
I quite disagree with that stay at home stick in the mud, Mike A. & Dr. Sam and no I’ve never been shipwrecked off the Mosquito Coast, though I have lost a flipper in the mouth of a moray eel in the Atlantic. Short synopsis; free diving, swimming by a boulder breakwater, felt a tug on my flipper, I tugged back, felt another tug, looked back, flipper tip was in the eels mouth, his body wedged back in the rocks, kicked off the flipper & headed to the surface, figured if he wanted it he could have it. Fun memory but at the time I’d rather have been in a boat.
I will admit I enjoy the land, especially up here atop the world when I’m often places where I can see nothing but miles and miles of miles and miles, no man and nothing man made in sight. However most of my fondest memories are of time on or in the water.
Bottom line, of course I allow that Mr. Austin does get out and about occasionally, often a bit more than a bicycle ride from his home. None the less, a wise man explained to me many years ago, never let the truth get in the way of a good story! 😉
Canadian Mist?
“I can see nothing but miles and miles of miles and miles, no man and nothing man made in sight.”
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My idea of nirvana.
You lucky dawg.
Dear James: Yeah, Canadian Mist is cheap whiskey. I was saving it for my next bikepacking trip in two weeks, but I figured what the heck. Down the hatch it went. I still have two shots left, but not for long.
Moray eels? No thanks. I absolutely, positively, without question hate the ocean. Sand, salt, sun, sharks—nope. And nope.
I never let the truth get in the way of a good story. But I do manage to keep the lies to a bare and respectable minimum.
Canadian blends are good enough, and usually easy on a budget for a hard working guy/gal. I’ve had my share of Canadian Club. I don’t drink much any longer but an occasional Weller Bourbon on crushed ice with lemon rubbed on the mouth of the glass, can hit the spot.
I’ll drink a coupla cheap brews now and then but the hard stuff gets my attention but once a year, present wrapping night!
A pint of Fireball!
I pour a shotglass full when I start, and another after each present is wrapped. By the 5th present the shotglass is forgotten and I’m chugging it right out of the bottle. When the last present is wrapped I can see the bottom of the bottle, the toonz are at about 120db and my mutt Shannon is hiding under the desk.
Right about then is when I wish about a dozen or so antifa wusses would show up. I’ll meet em at the end of the driveway with a hawk in each hand and go all viking on they asses. But instead I’ll just hit the rack like usual. Maybe this year my Valhalla will come…
Back in the day, if you took the kids to the bar, they stayed out in the car. Now, it’s a school board field trip and gay AF.
Gay fat black mermaid? Nothing wrong with that. Sound of retching is heard.
When I saw her I wanted to grab a speargun and do the right thing. Her parents would have thanked me.
I counted 51 satellites in that line.
My wife was at the dog park a few months back and saw one of these deployments. Freaked her out. Then we found out what happened.
She’s still talking about it.