How I can Tell the Job Market is in the Shitter
Posted: March 5, 2014 Filed under: Military Leave a commenti was at work a few weeks ago and i had a patient check in for X-rays. looked like he was in his early 30′s. he was in uniform- E3. now for those of you unaware E1-E3 is VERY low rank. usually the age range of your average E1-3 is 18-23. i joined when i was 20 and i was still considered a “late” boot.
the last time i met a mid 20′s-early 30′s E3 was right after 9/11. there was a large population of america that wanted some “get back” after the WTC bombing. i had a new check in to the clinic in new orleans. he was 26, i asked him what made him join and he said “after 9/11 i just felt like it was something i needed to do.” i looked at him and he sort of winced, “i know.”
no one in their late 20′s early 30′s joins the military unless it’s a final option. and with the current job market it doesn’t surprise me that i’m seeing an influx of older men/women enlisting.
but the thing is the older guys are the worst. a 27 year old guy doesn’t take to well to a 22 year old giving him/her orders. but i guess when your backs against the wall, you gotta do what you gotta do. with that said, i’m glad i’m almost done here.
i asked the kid, “what made you going the navy so late?” he replied that he needed a job. i asked him if he voted in 2012 and said he did. i asked him who he voted for and remained silent. i just laughed, “don’t be mad, you voted for unemployment.”
hope you all had a great ash wednesday. me and mom went to mass and i got my black cross, then i ran some errands and came home for some fish. no meat today and for each friday until easter. i even got to see Deacon Boo who married my mom and Terry. hadn’t seen him in years.
tomorrow i drive back to florida (boo).
stay up.
Ass Grab
Posted: March 1, 2014 Filed under: Game, Military, Wisdom 4 Commentsfor whatever reason, i’ve always had interesting work relationships with female coworkers. one in particular stands out. she was half-philipina and white. VERY cute. i met her in NO before i got stationed in japan. she was sponsored by a girl that worked for me who had also just got to NO a few weeks earlier.
i ended up taking them both out to show them the city and the philipina girl sat in the back seat, in a sun-dress with her legs apart. that didn’t really get my attention as much as her neon blue panties did. i TRIED not to stare, i swear to you.
eventually i was in japan and found out the young lady landed orders to my ship in japan. i was tasked with taking the fucking 2 hour train ride to narita, finding her, and making sure she got to the boat safely. she ended up passing our with her feet resting on my lap as she curled up on her bag.
i’ve been there before, by the time you get to japan, you’re exhausted.
she ended up staying at my place since she didn’t want to sleep in the nefarious coffin racks on the ship. she knew me well enough to know i lived in relative plushness. i made her stay awake and my girl janiae came by to show her some of the local sites.
a basic foundation for a decent working relationship had been established. well, i learned something about the girl very quickly.
she’s a HUGE pervert.
now, i worked with 4 women back then and only one of them was reserved (read: married). sexual innuendoes ran rampant in medical. i knew other girls from other departments that were jealous of how the guys and women got along in medical. we considered these girls as family. did we get pervy- oh yeah.
on one occasion janiae made a comment to me that received a less than friendly reply. she responded by throwing something at me. i ended up closing and locking the door, picking her up and dry humping her on the floor. i got up after about 30 seconds, she sat there in a fake cry, “i got raped by a white boy.”
then there was the time me and a friend stuffed the same girl in a garbage can, as the rest of the department laughed on. again, pretty common horseplay on the ship.
well then there was philipina. she had a habit of “cup checking” me when i’d walk past her. then the other 2 girls started doing it. well naturally, we started “box checking” the girls. the philipina would even grab my ass as i walked past her and giggle, “ASS GRAB!!!!” when she did it. considering she had such an amazing dumper, we had no problem grabbing her ass as well.
you may be wondering why there was no “hooking up”. simple. an old grizzled E6 told me early in my career, “son, never put your dick in the cash register.” girls i work with are forbidden fruit. then i watched the fall out of 2 coworkers when they quit seeing each other, it made shit VERY uneasy in the workplace.
lesson learned.
one day i was in the office doing records and she (philipina) came in to talk with me, as she passed, i gave her ass a squeeze. she looked at me, closed and locked the door and stared at me. she gave me the look. the, “i wanna fuck” look. she told me she was tired of the teasing, and unzipped her jumper to her waist. now this girl is 4’11″, MAYBE 98lbs, and VERY attractive.
girls on the ship cut their white undershirts to just below their tits so they could stay cool. and it looked sexy as fucking hell. she walked up towards me and i was totally frozen. not turned on, but completely taken aback. she bit her lip and felt herself up as she slowly stepped towards me. once she was close enough i held my hand out to push her away.
she took my hand and placed it on her tit. “they’re nice aren’t they.” i managed to mumble, “what do you think you’re doing.” she replied that she knew i wanted to fuck her and she wanted me too (she has a thing for white boys). she finally reached at my belt buckle and thats when i walked away and told her this wasn’t happening.
she smiled, put her jumper back up and laughed, “I KNEW IT. FAAAAAG!!!!!” she then explained to me they her and the other 2 girls wanted to see if i would back up all that “bad boy talk” i was famous for. “yeah, so much for gunning me down boy.” the next day (this happened on a sunday, she and i had duty and were the only ones in medical) the other 2 girls spent the day teasing me about what went down.
they had had planned this for over a week. cher got the honors since she most fit “my type”, and she was the most naturally sexual of the other 2. even janiae made fun of me about it. but it didn’t feel bad. i simply told them-
“none of you bitches is worthy of this dick.”
i DO have a pic of her, but i won’t link it. if you care to see, comment.
stay up.
Today You’d be Charged for This
Posted: February 24, 2014 Filed under: Military, Wisdom 6 Commentsi was visiting a friends office and she has her screen saver set to this iconic image.
try pulling this off in todays military
a classic. everyone adores this pic. how romantic. what a fine display of the masculine and feminine. the sailor just learned we’d won the great war, the woman was swooing at a man in uniform. makes your heart sing.
yeah, try doing this shit today. some female would make a comment about the sailor harassing a young woman walking in the street. some military female would object to this and despite the woman being kissed having ZERO objection to the kiss- this guy would be facing NJP (non-judical punishment).
the girl with the screensaver is 24 years old. a sweet girl by most means. she’s not slutty, she’s going to college part-time to be a nurse, she doesn’t party and doesn’t even have a boyfriend (“i’m too busy with school”). i can’t say a bad thing about the girl.
i asked her if she thought the picture was romantic. she gushed that it was and how iconic it was. i asked her what she liked about it and i got: “spontaneous and romantic.”
then i asked, “what do you would happen to a sailor if he did that today?”
her face dropped. she knew. i asked her what would happen to that sailor if that picture were taken 2 months ago. she really couldn’t answer because she knew. i told her, “thank your sisterhood for making moments like that history.”
stay up.
ITLR: Kill Football
Posted: February 22, 2014 Filed under: Alpha, Military Leave a commenti was watching military channel last night and there was a document on Spartan society. it went the through the basics: baby killed if thought to be inferior, raised normally, at 7 becomes property of the state and begins training, learns weapons, learns hand to hand. but then at 13-14 they learn something new- how to work as a unit.
they played “battle ball”. 2 teams are formed and the object is to get the ball to goal the line. BUT, you can do whatever you need to to get the ball. it’s basically football without penalties. so if you’re fighting an opponent you need to keep an eye out for your team mates and assist them if need be. all the while, keeping tabs on the ball and helping your team score.
i watched and it clicked. holy shit, i’ve played this; we just used a different name.
Kill Football.
it’s a USMC game. same fucking rules. same fucking premise. of course, we didn’t knock the opponents out, but it’s pretty much no holds barred brawling.
had a girl i was dating watching me and the guys play, game lasted about 45 minutes and she was completely clueless. and she actually likes football. “Danny that was pointless. you guys were just wailing on each other.” i told her it was because who DOESN’T enjoy rassling with a sweaty Marine (GOTTA make gay innuendos when around Marines). LCpl Moss slapped me on the ass when i walked by, “thanks for playing cuteness.”
trust me, this is 100% normal. if you EVER watch me and Doc Illusion interact it’s gayer then a male figure skater locker room. but trust me, Doc will eat your fucking food in an actual fight. i really don’t know why wolves run the gay BS, but i do know it’s funny and fun. whatev’s.
what girl didn’t get was that the game isn’t about winning or losing. it’s about unit cohesion, fighting your own fight but also being mindful of your teammates. if someones struggling you need to step up and help him out. there’s been more than one case when i’m on the verge of tapping out and out of nowhere 2-3-4 guys show up and help me stay in the game.
i’ve had a dude i was tangling with only to see one of my guys in a bind and the animal kicked in and soon enough i was rushing to assist my team mate. then we were off to help another team mate. working as a team to ensure we get a point. victory by attrition, willpower, and team work.
you don’t learn that in a class. somethings you can NEVER learn by reading about. you have to bleed, sweat, and feel physical pain to learn the lesson. playing kill football, i’ve NEVER seen a man take a hit personal. i’ve been ROCKED from out of no where just to shake my head, assess where the ball was and get right back into the game.
when it’s over, every man playing is HAPPY. we’re fucking elated and making jokes and ribbing on each other. no one leaves with sand in their clit and you actually look forward to next thursday (that’s when we played, this was back in NO). if you didn’t know what we were doing, you’d probably be quite confused. don’t believe me….
take a look for yourself.
i don’t know about you but i LOVE these kinds of shows.
so put down the xbox controller, grab football and some friends, and go beat the shit out of each other. because if you haven’t noticed, American men are becoming total fucking pussies.
don’t add to their numbers.
stay up.
Advice to Guys Considering the Military: Barrack Rats
Posted: February 20, 2014 Filed under: Alpha, Girl distractions, Military, Wisdom 5 Commentswhen i arrived in charleston i ended up gaining a reputation for the attractive college girls i was bringing back to my room (don’t trip, i had 3 over a 2 month period). i really wasn’t into the girls in the barracks- BEQ (Bachelor Enlisted Quarters). i saw all the hooking up going on and frankly the girls were ok. wait- i should explain.
most women that come into the military are the hard 6′s soft 7′s of the town they lived in. many didn’t really have much attention from guys in high school. if they were they were typically sluts. but that’s another subject. but basically, most of them were the plain jane’s of the city/town they came from.
then they join the military.
suddenly they have a LEGION of guys white-kniting them and telling them how “hot” they are. it’s a recipe for complete princess basic training. matter of fact, i’d wager that most women that come into the military go from relatively humble and lacking in experience with guys to thinking they could model for victoria’s secret within 3 months of joining the military.
and it’s fucking sad.
well, i caught feelings for this indian chick and then got sent to cuba. she broke up with me a week before i came back to charleston (i took her virginity). turns out she got her first dose and caught cock fever. i was in a bit of a funk and one of the guys known for fucking many of the girls in BEQ made mention of me looking “like shit”.
now, you guys need to know. i had a rep for banging some pretty serious women by that point. and the fact those women were NOT military was bragging rights. guys that are successful with women form an unofficial fraternity. well, dude mentioned to me fucking one of the girls in the “Q” to get over girl. i told him i wasn’t into them. he laughed and said-
“DUDE, none of us are.”
then he told me the secret. the only thing you need to say to get a woman into bed in the BEQ. “dude, you just talk to her for about 2-3 minutes, mention you have to go then tell her-’come stop by my room some time.’ she shows up, she’s down.”
no. that can’t be right. well there was one sunday i was chatting with this chick jessica. she mentioned going to the main base to go to the exchange and i mentioned i needed to go. she invited me to go with her. we got back to the BEQ and i asked her what she had planned for the rest of the day. she was doing laundry.
“oh, ok. well look; when you’re done you should stop my room.”
i was sitting in my quad with 4 of my quad-mates and what do you know- in walked jessica. the room went from rowdy male bonding tom-foolery to dead silence. i walked her to my room, shut the door and locked it.
i walked right up and started kissing her. she had a sucker in her mouth which i removed before i went in. we started tearing clothes off and she pushed me onto my bed and went after my pants. she took out a starburst and chewed a small piece. then she started blowing me.
OH.MY.GOD.
this was my first time with something like this and it felt fantastic. she said later she did it because she like having the flavor involved. well i liked it because if made the sensation VERY slippery and it felt amazing. win sauce on both sides. i bricked in less than 2 minutes. i told her i was about to pop and she buried her head into my nether regions. then it was time for the big show. nothing exceptional- it lasted maybe 30 minutes or so. it was pretty “meh”.
this was my first experience with a “barracks rat”, and this little tale was the tamest. the more i did, the more raw and perverse it got. “i wonder if she’ll let me…….OH FUCK SHE WILL. DAMN. SHE’S NASTY!!!!!”
but, then i was i was hooked. i became part of the 20% that was fucking 80% of the girls in the hospital and BEQ. once you bang more than 3 women in a small community, they talk about you. i know this because my girl katie told me. katie was a good friend. she wasn’t a really an attractive woman, as she was a little over weight. BUT she was a very cool, nurturing, friendly woman.
she told me how the girls talked about us-
“he’s can go forever.”
“he’s got a big dick.”
“he’s a total freak.”
i asked her what they said about me and she said, “they say you’re pretty adventurous and if you want him to do something to you, he probably will. OH, and you’re fun in bed.” i looked at her oddly and asked what that was about. she looked at me and said, “when you were with (don’t remember her name) did you slap your own ass?” i thought for a second, i BARELY remembered the girl but finally said blankly, “i don’t know, but probably.”
she chuckled and said, “well she looked in the mirror and were slapping your own ass and making a funny face. she almost started laughing so she buried her head in the pillow. but she said she’d never forget it.” well ok. i didn’t tell her us guys in the little club discuss the girls.
“dude, she like to be choked.”
“her favorite position is doggy and she likes her hair pulled hard.”
“she’ll probably ask you to spit in her mouth.”
“you’ll know she came ‘cuz she starts giggling and laughing.”
“make her pop via oral before you fuck. if you don’t she probably won’t cum.”
“great tits. you almost get her off by licking and sucking on them.
yeah. but i didn’t tell katie that. by the time i moved out the barracks i had a pretty high partner count. i was soon coupled up with a girlfriend and what i learned in the barracks didn’t really apply. i had to learn not just how to fuck a girl, but how to KEEP a girl. a much harder skill to master. yeah, i know- story’s been told a thousand times.
but i lived it. i think it’s the crucible of all “players”.
if you think the situation in the barracks has changed- it hasn’t. it’s worse. the BEQ is one big fuckfest. so guys, if you go into the military and you live in the barracks, keep this phrase in mind- “stop by my room sometime.”
it’s actually more of a risk now, so i’d highly recommend NO alcohol be involved. if she rejects the advances you can just back on, “oh, i though you were into me.” but most girls aren’t just coming to your room to play xbox. you’re talking about people aged 18-22 that are probably off on their own for the first time and this is their “college rebellion” time.
it’s a military dorm. sex is on everyone’s mind. especially the girls.
ok, this post may be a bit harsh, so let’s have a palate cleanser. here’s a dog chasing something in his sleep. Brody’s done this a few times and it always makes me giggle.
if you didn’t get a good natured laugh out of that- you have no soul.
stay up.
Pillow Talk
Posted: February 13, 2014 Filed under: Girl distractions, Military 2 Comments“You gotta stop worrying about growing old, and worry about growing up.” -Dennis Hopper, Elegy
we were lying on a pallet on the floor bed saturday night. it was that quiet moment after the moment. i was lying on my back looking up at the ceiling and she was on her side facing me. i could feel her eyes. she asked me what i was thinking.
“i was thinking that i’m too old for you. and i’m leaving soon.”
she replied, “yeah, i know. and you’re not to old for me.”
all i could do was gently laugh and mention i was almost 20 years older than she is. again she acknowledged the fact. i asked, “so what do you get out of all this?” and this was a genuine question, which i think surprised her as i tend to be more aloof and less than serious (ask anyone that’s ever met me. they’ll tell you).
there was a pause. and i could tell she was thinking. she told me once before when i was being serious about something that i become intimidating. again, i don’t buy that but i’ve heard it from more than one woman. after a brief moment she said-
“i don’t know. i just like being here. you make me laugh, i have fun when i’m with you. do i wish you were staying- yeah, but i can’t change the fact that you aren’t.”
i thought about what she had said. my overly analytical side had taken over. and i hate when it happens but really can’t control it. and then suddenly it occurred to me- i didn’t have a response. first the first time in a long time, i was speechless at something a women i was involved with said to me. i realized i was actually going to kind of miss her.
after a few moments she asked me again what i was thinking. i told her i wasn’t thinking anything, but instead i was feeling. she asked me what i was feeling and without my eyes leaving the ceiling muttered.
“i think i’m gonna miss you.”
i wasn’t looking at her, but i could feel the smile spreading across her face, her warm glow filling the room. she moved closer to me and laid her head on my chest. she asked, “do you know what that means?” again, without looking at her i said, “no.”
“it means now i have a reason to visit new orleans.”
i laughed lightly and said, “yer just gonna miss some good deep-dickin.”
she laughed softly and gently tapped the top of my head. and for a brief moment i was ben kingsly and she was penelope cruz. i never really compliment women unless i’ve seen them naked. then she asked me what i got out of all this. i could only pause and reply.
“it’s like having a great painting hanging in your bedroom. you’re art.”
she really is a cool girl, and the compliment was genuine. this has been the thing about the navy that’s been such a bitch; i meet a cool girl, and then i leave. i’m pretty used to it now, and it may explain why i tend to be so aloof with women. if you keep them at a distance, it stings less when it’s over.
“when you make love to a woman, you get revenge for all the things that defeated you in life.” -Ben Kingsley
but don’t go feeling sorry for me. i’ve been inside the Sistine Chapel, and wept at it’s beauty. once you experience beauty at that magnitude it tends to numb your perception of “beauty”. i’m 40 year old and about to be retired. and i get to fuck beautiful 20 year old women. life is wine.
stay up.
The Evolution of Slutdom
Posted: February 10, 2014 Filed under: Alpha, Girl distractions, Military 6 Commentsso, i’m in a stupid class this week that teaches retiring military folks how to become a civilian. i bet i’m drawing a blank. i’ll break it down. this is basically what they’re teaching me- “lower your pants. now, grab your dick. congratulations, now you know where your dick is.” i wish that were a joke.
i can’t complain though, it get’s me out of work for a week and i took the valuable time to read Matt’s “3 Years of Hate” update. i’m actually gonna use the time to read ebook a a few bloggers asked reviews for- Halfbreed is up first. well, i got to the part where Matt recalls an experience with an Ohio 5 that lied about being a ho.
it got me thinking? what’s the worst, filthiest thing i’d ever done with a woman. you’ve all read the post where i face fucked a chick back in san deezy. well that was nothing. i’ve had FAR worse.
it’s well documented how i was an asshole when i was a kid. i was also a good looking little bastard. i never showed up on parents radars because i was polite and well mannered.
then i got their daughters alone.
i was at lollapalooza in 95-96ish. this was a LOOOOONG time ago. the 2 openers were rage against the machine and tool. yeah. they opened. while front 242 started their set, i noticed a VERY smoking brunette standing close-by. we’d make eye contact occasionally and smile. anyone that’s ever ran pick-up at a concert knows how this works.
it starts with comments about the set. then some light escalation, then some kino. next thing you know, she’s leaning into you. well thats the point i was at with this honey limbed lovely. i’d gotten her name and i asked where she was from. she replied, “chalmette.”
winner winner chicken dinner.
this is a regional thing so i’ll explain. EVERY guy in the NO area knows about chalmatians. females from chalmette are know to be some of the filthiest girls in the city. most of them won’t even deny it. she was chewing gum and i told her i wanted some. she told me she didn’t have any. i finally told her, “i KNOW you have gum for me.” she asked where and i pulled her in slowly and started making out with her.
i stopped and showed her her gum.
she laughed and i turned her around an placed my arms around her waist, my hands resting just above her place. she was wearing a small skirt, and her tits were smashed up into her chin. she was pushing her ass into my mule and i had a blue vein throbber that looked like a Chihuahua with parkinson’s. you’ve never….FINE. at the :30 mark.
finally i had had enough and told her we need to find a place to be alone. she looked at me blankly, “uuuuuh, where?” i took her hand and bade her to follow me. i ended up taking her into an empty port-o-let….
fuck you. don’t judge me; i was 21.
i get her inside, she bent over and lifted her skirt. i pulled her panties aside and went to work. honestly, i probably lasted all of about 2 minutes and i blasted deep inside her. i swear i stayed inside her for a good 5 minutes. she was giggling and squealing softly. and she kept pushing herself into me. finally, i got out and told her i was taking her panties. she complained and i told her she didn’t need them.
“that pussy’s mine for the rest of the day.” she smiled and shook her head.
when we walked out there was a smattering of applause. girl just covered her mouth and smiled. i did the “clasp both hand and shake to the left, then shake to the right” and took a bow. we went back to the show and after about 10 minutes her eyes got wide and she said, “SHIT!!!!” and she slammed her legs closed tightly. i asked what was wrong and she told me i was spilling out of her. lol. she walked quickly and awkwardly to the port-o-potty area close by and went in. she came back and about 20 minutes later i told her i needed to find my sister.
didn’t see her again.
the song that forced my hand to kiss her. i was kinda reluctant to do it, but my dick told me, “be a fucking a headhunter Danny”. can anyone in the class tell me how this song got my testosterone boiling?
the group was watching alice in chains closing the show and everyone but me was with a gf/SO. one dude that i didn’t know made a comment about me being the odd man out. i smiled, “yeah, poor me.” my sister boyfriend chimed in with, “WHAT???!!! dude do you have any idea who you’re talking to? J’s brother gets mad pussy.” he looked awe struck. then my sister chimed in, “yeah i guess you didn’t see him leaving a port-o-potty 5 hours ago.
apparently, my sister bf saw me and girl leaving and he told my sister.
i tried not to laugh and dude’s girl gave me a smirk.
the he went on to tell the story how my sister cock blocked me when i was about to hook up with her hottie friend that was about to move to tennessee. he watched in shock how out of no-where after talking for 10 minutes, she leaning against me, then went to making out within 5 minutes. soon, i took her hand and led her to the living room.
i was lying on top of her her shirt and bra were completely off, i was working on her jeans. then my sister yelled at her and made her BF drive her home. in retrospect i should have taken her upstairs, but….AH YOUTH. lol.
now to the point. this happened almost 20 years ago. as you can see in the post, these girls…well ok miss chalmette were sluts. girl that was moving had her hamster tell her it was ok to sleep with me because she was moving, i was on leave and she caught alpha tingles over her BBF’s sailor brother. and my sister ALWAYS had a picture of me in my dress blues on her.
and remember i was a good looking son-uv-a-bitch.
but 20 years ago i was pulling girls that WEREN’T sluts. they were relatively selective, but they did good for a alpha-ish guy. now think of todays hypersexulaized, kesha, katy perry parteeee girl. if feminism has only gotten more ardent, the effect it’s had on young women is all the more obvious in your typical “i can have it all slut” that’s cozying up to bad-boys at the drop of their panties.
i think it’s interesting to note that the more hardcore feminist a mother is, the sluttier their daughters usually turn out to be. hell even in the military it’s a well know fact that the daughters of high ranking person on a base are typically VERY easy. i’ve experienced directly.
i’m not really into the whole slut shaming thing. everyone makes their own choices in life and if a girl wants to fuck 3o guys before she’s 24, that’s on her. but, as Matt succinctly point out in his book-
“choices have consequences.”
do yourself a favor and head over to Jack’s place, hit up his amazon associate link and get a copy. it’s well worth the money. and besides, i happen to know for a fact that Jack’s a delicate flower and if you DON’T help him make the rent for his studio rat hole he’ll be lying in the fetal position in the showering, sobbing mercilessly.
i’d hate to see my boy like that. lol. OH, sorry about the comments. i fixed it.
stay up.
This is the End
Posted: January 29, 2014 Filed under: Girl distractions, Military, Wisdom 2 Commentsi mentioned in this post about the girls here in jax. well, i don’t think i’ll see miss U 0f F before i leave, but waitress came by the other night after i got home from work.
and she was pissy from the moment she walked in. i know what her deal is, i’ve been here before. the navy giveth, and the navy taketh away.
the first time was when i was leaving for sicily. about 3 months after i had my orders, the gf was a fucking nightmare damn near every minuite. she was usually very agreable, i had NO fucking clue what was wrong with her. well, my boy Ray told me, “dude, self defense mechanism. you’re leaving and she can’t go. it’s easier for her to deal with it if she’s angry at you.”
THAT made perfect sense.
and it happened two other times over the passing years. when i left italy, sonia and i stopped seeing each other about 2 months before i transfered and she ended up moving to germany to live with her sister. beth went fucking full on bat-shit loco about a week before she left, the gf in japan KNEW when i left for san deezy it was over so she was cool, and the other night girl was being pissy.
but this time i knew what was bothering her. she’s a cool girl, she is. but i’m pretty sure deep down she was hoping there’d be a relationship DESPITE knowing before we slept together that i was leaving. the hamster be a powerful thing indeed to a women’s MO. i’ve said before that EVEN if you specifically tell a woman you aren’t looking for a relationship, once she sleeps with you, she’ll probably tell herself the two of you could end up a couple.
i told girl to sit down, and tell me what was on her mind. without wasting your precious time (and because typing out her hamster soliloquy would take hours) she was starting to enjoy “spending time with me”, which was literally her coming over to fuck me. i didn’t interrupt and when she was finished (15 minutes later) i just told her, “i understand how you feel and it’s very sweet of you to say so”. this is my go-to response whenever a girl gets on the emotional roller coaster. works like a charm.
basically, after next week i have a week long class about transitioning from the military to the civilian world, then i’m off to NO for 20 days. when i come back i have less than a month here. the other 2 are fine with it. one is looking forward to the fact that she now has a place to crash in NO. lol.
a great song about leaving a younger girl.
stay up.
You Haven’t Changed
Posted: January 24, 2014 Filed under: Girl distractions, Military, Wisdom 8 Commentsone of the girls i worked with in spain is now stationed here in jax. really cool girl, but unfortunately if i didn’t have a desire to see you naked or talk to you often, i probably won’t remember you. shallow but true. well, i FINALLY realized where i knew her from. DOH!!!
well, being stationed overseas is like living in a fishbowl. everyone knows everyone, and their business. well, i like to keep my dirt to myself which is why i kept things on the D-L with the 19 yo girl i was messing with. once i realized who girl was i had to break down all the BS she had NO clue about back in spain.
there was a chick that worked in dental, and she was a total slut. i had a good friend in dental and she clued me in when i mentioned that girl approached me to say hello at the NEX. “dude, she’d totally fuck.” that was all i needed to hear, and this girl was easily a 7. i saw her at work by the coffee place and told her i wanted to talk to her for a second, ALONE. i walked her into our CT suite and locked the door. then i took her into the control room, and into the storage room of CT and did a mule release. she went right at it, then i hit it raw and dumped inside her when she asked me to (she was on BC).
then i told her about the 19 year old, and she immediately knew who i was talking about. “OMG HER!!!!!” i laughed and said only one person knew about it. girl called me at work and my boy answered it and he heard, “hey babe, when are you getting off work.” well, all the guys in my department are married. he paused and asked, “uuuuum? who is this?” she hung up.
next thing i know he’s hemming me up about who girl was since it couldn’t be ANYBODY but me. i told him she probably dialed the wrong number and got embarrassed. i finally admitted to it and the running joke was about all the fucking that was going on on base EXCEPT when it came to me. and i went along with that shit like it was cool. the best one i did was-
“last time i was in some pussy the doctor said, ‘I SEE THE HEAD!!!!’” lol.
my coworker nugget over heard this and said, “OMG!!! Danny’s like the biggest fucking slut ever.” i told her that only girls can be sluts. guys that fuck a lot are “talented.” she just looked at me and said, “only a slut would say that.” lol. girl i knew in spain said, “he hasn’t changed. seriously.”
but then i told her the biggest BS on the base. my good friend and his wife separated, the wife started living with my coworker Sam (guy that knew i was banging girl) and dude was living in their house. well, they had a son- Levi. a new girl checked into the command and she was a little hottie. she ended up babysitting for my boy that was separated and he was banging her for about a month. he was very quiet about his shit too and stopped poking her after a short while.
she ended up pregnant.
but not before she started dating the biggest beta boy in the hospital: he was an OR tech. and she chose him because……
he kinda looked like dude that got her pregnant. i SHIT you not. my coworkers wife told me, “danny, that’s not even his kid. that’s G*****’s kid. she found out after he was done with her that she was pregnant.” well, dude was transferring in 2 months, so she had to find a new patsy. girl stood there with her mouth agape. “no. no. i…i….no, i don’t believe you. oh my God that’s fucked up.” i just looked at her and said-
“and people wonder why i don’t want kids or want to get married, and why i sleep around like i do.”
stay up.
Instructor Game
Posted: January 23, 2014 Filed under: Girl distractions, Military, Wisdom 7 Commentsback in my days of trauma management i ended up teaching, BLS/CPR (basic life support), EMT-B (emergency medical technician- basic), PHTLS (pre hospital life support), and ACLS (advanced cardiac life support). and i was pretty effective instructor if i do say so myself.
one thing that moistens panties like mad is a man demonstrating proficiency and a man in a position of authorit-AH. being an instructor was both. but the best thing was that i COULDN’T come onto my female students if i wanted to. and there was ALWAYS one student that would be into me.
i was in new orleans and we were a satellite clinic of naval hospital pensacola and i’d get sent to teach 2 months, 1 month, or 1 week intervals. which was perfect because girls ALWAYS want to go to NO and party. so after the class was done, we’d have a class party and that was when i’d get a number or end up having girl come back to hotel room.
but, the stripper game was even easier. i went to a strip club and one of the girls approached me. we talked for about 15 minutes and i asked her how much she usually made a night- $400 on a weekend. lol. i told her about my girl back in NO that danced at a place on bourbon and how she’s be PISSED if she made less than $1200 on a friday/saturday night.
i ended up giving her my number and told her to call me when she wanted to drive to NO (just a 3 hours drive from pensacola) and make some REAL money. about a month passed and she called me saying she wanted to drive down thursday but didn’t know where she should stay. i offered her my sofa. she agreed. when she got in i took her to my girls apartment and brook told her to strip, and before i knew it girl was standing there in a thong.
she had a great body, seriously- au natural to be sure. and brook told her she’d do well and gave her a few tips to hustle. in case you haven’t been keeping score, brook was where i learned stripper game. rule- number 1, lose the customer status and help the girl hustle dudes.
brook offered her a ride to the club friday night and i told girl to be quiet when she came in. i think it was around 6am when she came back home. she took a shower then i felt her climb into bed with me. it was bam-chicka-waa-waa time. honestly, i wasn’t expecting it. but who am i to say no.
over the next several months i’d have various strippers crashing at my house to work a weekend on bourbon. when Lucky came to my fair city i had to explain to him that NO is where all the A squared strippers from the gulf coast come to make serious coin. the girl i number closed with Lucky were in from tampa.
being an instructor means you HAVE to be comfortable speaking to people and interact effectively. and i was a DAMN good instructor. after a class we’d always have the class do a course critique and more than once did i have a student write how much he/she enjoyed my lessons. when in front of a class i’m 100% professional and “on the clock”.
but when the class was over, then i got to cash in on the tingles i’d generated.
so if you have a particular specialty, find a way to teach it. even if it’s not in a formal setting- a woman watching a man teach something (especially a child) is in tingle town.
stay up.
you know you want it…
Give Us This Day Our Daily Game
Posted: January 16, 2014 Filed under: Alpha, Girl distractions, Military 5 Commentsodd thing happened at work, i had to keep appointments that required me to leave the hospital. that means i couldn’t wear scrubs like i normally do (fucking OR). i was wearing my actual uniform for 2 days as i ran around the base. well, more than one woman at work stopped me and commented on me being in uniform. i’m also back to working days after spending over a year on nights.
while some were playful, “wow, odd seeing you in uniform.” (1)
some were direct, “damn, looking sharp HM1.” (2)
and some were just opens, “odd seeing you on days.” (3)
well, i’ve written before about running game on girls at work and how it can help you when you run into a woman you’re actually attracted to. now, i’m VERY good at knowing where my boundaries are, and i have a reputation around the hospital as a flirt. married, single, younger, older, doesn’t matter.
here were the typical responses i gave-
(1) “i didn’t realize you wanted to see me OUT of uniform” *smile, wink* THIS one got a grin from ear to ear. one girl actually blushed.
(2) “same to you. say, tell me sailor- you fool around on the first date?” i made 2 girls squeal with this one. one junior officer (former enlisted) said while smiling, “i see the rumors are true.” i smiled at her, “OOOOOH. rumors? do tell.” she just smiled and said it was nothing she could say that couldn’t be construed as fraternization. i replied, “i’ll be a civilian in 2 months. call me.” she bit her lip and shook her head.
(3) “well, i didn’t realize you wanted to see me at night?” lol. when you can silence a woman and limit her response to a smile, averting your gaze, and shaking her head- she’s over-taken with tingles.
remember guys- game everyone.
stay up.
Shekkie McJokemeister. slinging zingers and tingles.
Beta Blinders and the Ultimate Wing
Posted: January 15, 2014 Filed under: Alpha, Food porn, Girl distractions, Military 17 Commentsi was stationed in rota,spain for about 3 years. it’s a relatively small base so everyone pretty much knows each other. even if you’ve never spoken to them, you remember the faces.
i was in line to rent some dvd’s and there was one dude in front of me. there was a SLAMMING hot wife working behind the counter, about 22-23. no seriously, she’s a honey limbed lovely.
well, out of nowhere this guy, older (about 40′ish), stops and asks her, “hey, you from out here?” she nodded and he asked, “what’s fun to do here?” she said, “i don’t know, when i’m not working i’m at home with my husband?” undeterred he asked, “so when we gonna meet up to go to a party?”
oh boy.
she looked at him for about 5 seconds and said, “sir, i’m helping customers. good-bye.” she finished with dude in front of me i put my dvd’s on the counter, not even looking up at her and said, “WOW. just wow.” she replied, “I KNOW!!! DO I HAVE ‘FUCK ME’ WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?” the women behind me snickered, i looked at her and said, “i now have a new best friend.” she laughed and we introduced ourselves.
that how i came to know Yoas.
she was from jerez (about 30 minutes from the base) and she was married to an air force guy. after that moment, if i saw her working i’d stop over and chat with her for a few moments (in spanish THANK YOU!!!!) about bullshit. Yoas did some modeling in sevilla when she could find the work. don’t believe me, see for yourself.
from one of her shoots
eventually she asked me if i had a gf, more to the point, a local girl. i told her i’d never dated (which is code for “fuck”) a local girl. she was shocked. “but Danny, you speak spanish. local girls would love you.” then i pointed out that the local girls seem to prefer black guys, so i was SOL. then she schooled me.
“Danny, that’s around the base. have you ever been to cadiz or jerez?” i shook my head no and she immediately wrote down her number. “we’re going out this weekend Danny. give me a ‘toce’ when you’re free.” a “toce’” means you call, let the phone ring once and hang up so the person knows you called and they call you back. the sad thing was, i only had just over 3 months left before i transferred to jax.
true to her word, she gave me a place to meet up with her around 10pm for dinner (they eat dinner late in spain) and drinks. and she brought THREE of her friends and her husband. well, the economy is SHIT spain, so the fact that i spoke spanish AND lived in a house was a MAJOR DHV for them. and of course, i’m NINJA with spanish woman.
my in was my cooking. they had NEVER had: american BBQ, cajun food, authentic italian food. and guess how they found out about my cooking-
Yoas.
the second she mentioned it they ALL expressed wanting to come by for dinner. i ended up banging 2 of her friends. it was always the same situation: drove out to jerez, pick girl up, get to the house, cook dinner as she watched and sipped wine, ate, watch a movie for 5 minutes, make out, go to the bed room for some happy-time, finish movie, go out for a few drinks, go home, bang in the shower, sleep, beach next afternoon, bang in the shower, take her home, drive back home and pat myself on the back.
NOW. this is the thing as i learned in italy, spanish women don’t see sex as a big deal. it was NEVER a “where is this going since you’re leaving soon” deal. and just like italian girls, if you can get it in there, you can stick it in there. NOTHING is off the table. when we’d go to the beach, off came the top.
FUCKING MAGIC!!!!!
i fully admit that if i weren’t leaving i’d have ended up LTR’ing Agata. she was the second friend i hooked up with. i really liked her, i did. but the navy giveth, and the navy taketh away. oh well. i have the WORST fucking luck. lol.
stay up.
…But I Never Said it Doesn’t Happen
Posted: January 15, 2014 Filed under: Military Leave a commenti was going to tell the story about a woman that reported to my clinic with suicidal ideations. her senior enlisted advisor promised to give her an “early promote” eval is she slept with him, and she did. the guys she worked with knew about it and were giving her shit.
she snapped and was going to commit suicide.
i was working when she showed up. fleet and family support center brought her to me, she left my clinic after an hour in an ambulance. she was discharged from the navy with severe PTSD and major depression. the SEA went to court martial and did 2 years in levenworth. and YES, he did confess to it.
see, no hypocrisy here. i know it’s not ALWAYS a false accusation.
now, let’s move on to more fun and happy times.
False Sexual Assault Claims in the Military are a Myth
Posted: January 14, 2014 Filed under: Military 27 Commentsat least that’s what the military would have you believe.
i thought long and hard before posting this then figured, it’s a true story, no names will be released; why not? i had been at one command for about 6-7 months. back then, i actually used to hang out with guys at work. there was a party at a friends apartment and it was all military types. age range 19-22/3.
one of the girls in the clinic was there and she got flirty with one of the new guys. they ended up fooling around and next thing i knew, they headed up stairs. this went down after about 2 hours of light petting, ocassionally kissing, holding hands. you know- doing the dance.
they came back down, and honestly, no one really paid them any attention. they hung around the party for about another hour- light PDA, holding hands, then girl left. soon after i left. it was actually a pretty fun party.
then the shit storm. i’ll just get to the point. basically, girl had a crush on a dude in the command. he basically didn’t want anything to do with her because she hooked up with dude and he thought that was pretty slutty. well, of course this didn’t sit well with girl, and from i learned later (via legal), was she was talking with a famle co-worker about it and she said, “i didn’t really want it to happen, i just went with it.”
well, a female E7 over heard this and IMMEDIATELY brought her to security where she made a voluntary statement basically to the tune of the comment i just provided. next thing i know, dude comes to me and tells me he’s got DRB (disciplinary review board). a DRB is the first step to NJP (non judicial punishment). he was recommended to XOI (executive officer inquiry) and it was well known that he wasing to go to mast (NJP).
being found guilt means: loss of rank, loss of half a months pay for 2 months and possible restriction to a special restricted barracks for 45 days. it’s not a court martial, but it can be a very uncomfortable and frightening.
i was fucking pissed. i ended up going to security and making a vountary statement on behalf of my friend as to tell the truth about the event. during his hearing i was brought in by security to be a “event witness”. the primary testimony i gave was that i saw them go upstairs tother after they had been kissing and very affectionate. they came downstairs a little while later and they continued to hold hands and showed more PDA until she left.
the CO, a female, then asked me if i had actually witnessed what occurred in the room. i answered no, then said, “but it sure didn’t look like either of them regretted going upstairs.” i was then excused from the room.
he ended up getting a serious tongue lashing, but wasn’t “awarded” any diciplinary action. i learned had it not been for my coming forward, she was gonna throw the book at the kid. girl felt mortified by what happened, and i told her i couldn’t speak to her again because she ALLOWED this to happen. she could have come forward at any time. but i have a question:
what do you think happened AFTER this went down?
command morale went into a death spiral. the guys completely avoided the girls. when we’d be sitting around joking and tooling around, and a girl shwed up- we were gone. we said what we needed to say as far as work was concerend but ZERO casual conversation. and what happens when the boys don’t include the girls in boy play?
they pout. they HATE being ignored. especially when it’s damn near ALL the guys avoiding them yet they see the guys still having a good time; only to learn they aren’t invited to our reindeer games.
ultimately, a woman overheard a girl expressing regret for hooking up and forced her to make a statement. well, this was WELL over 10 years ago and i can tell you the enviorment has just gotten worse. i’m writing this because we’ve had yet ANOTHER mandatory “sexual assault prevention” stand down. i kid you not we had one 3 months ago. and they are the most misandrist and sexist videos ever. there’s a 30 second blurb where they ask if men can be victims and the video provides the CYA response of “of course” then goes right back into making women the perpetual victim.
then, navy policy states that if you’ve had one alcoholic beverage, you cannot consent to sex. yet time and time again when a couple have sex even after having “one alcoholic beverage, the male is punished and the female gets a slap on the wrist. i seen it happen WAY too many times for the navy to call “BS” on that.
now you know i refuse to get involved with military women. is EVERY accusation a lie: no, of course not. but i’ll post on that tomorrow.
less than a month of this shit. i can’t wait to get out.
stay up.
Be Ready
Posted: January 7, 2014 Filed under: Military, Wisdom 44 Commentsrecently, SSM ran a post that made my boy hamster run like mad. the post is about preparing for emergencies and withdrawing for modern worthless entrapments.
i wouldn’t consider myself a prepper by any means. preppers are waiting for a end-all-be all event- economic collapse, pandemic, war, terrorist attack, zombies, etc. well, being from southern louisiana, i was raised with self reliance in my blood. the minute i knew a hurricane was coming and we were going to ride it out, i knew my job: clean the tubs, start making extra ice, help mom with making room for us to sleep, check the batteries. Paw-Paw and Maw-Maw handled the food. about 2 hours before the storm would make land fall, Paw-Paw would fill the tubs with water and ice, then he’d place his beer in the ice water (smart fucker).
once the power went down the fun began. there were usually about 8-9 of us in the tiny 3 bedroom house (MEXICANS!!!!!) we lived by flaslight and candles and ate out of cans (no sterno back then) and what was in the fridge that was ready to eat. after the power went out, eventually the water would stop coming from the tap. me and sis played cards, i’d play with my action figures; TBH, it was like a mini-camping trip. it was FUN. i looked forward to riding out a storm. longest run we did was 5 days and it was a BLAST.
then there was my dad’s side of the family who’s father was Houma tribe and taught me wilderness survival basics. i used to LOVE going into the woods for 2-3 days. i could trap, hunt, forage, make a fire, and could build a mini cmap for 2-3 days worth of shelter. to me it wasn’t roughing it, it was FUN.
i watch a lot of the “apocalypse” type shows on discovery and the like and most of them make me laugh. as God is my witness, shit could go down tomorrow and i wouldn’t need to leave the house for 4-5 months. i could set up a perimeter (fishing line and small bells), defend my shit, eat, hydrate, illuminate, and have basic sanitation for the entire time. while each person should plan according to their own specifics (family vs. single person), i’ll give you the basics.
WATER
most people in survival mode immediately think of food first- WRONG. water is the most important thing you could have. you can go 2-3 weeks without eating. after 2-3 days without water dehydration sets in and you will be circling the drain. procure a water source, have a filtration system (check-amazon), have purification tablets (potassium iodide) and a means to boil water.
currently, i have about 40 gallons of bottled water. if i knew i was going to need more, i’d clean my bath tubs with bleach (BLEACH ONLY), rinse, and fill it with water, then duct tape garbage bags over it.
some experts recommend 2 gallons per person, but the reality is a quart or two per person should be a minimum, obviously more during the summer.
FOOD
this one is quite easy. i have well over 150 cans of food. one can for me per day. do the math. i have 3 cases of MRE’s (1/2 per day), and at least 15 sterno’s and a sterno oven to cook the cans on (again amazon, it’s cheap too). platsic ware and paper plates are tits for this sort of thing as well. i’ve pointed out more then once there’s a complete bounty of food close by that most people NEVER consider: squirrels. they’re plentiful and pretty easy to snare or shoot with a pellet gun or .22. rabbits as well if you’re in a country’ish environment. and PLEASE, if you have the means to fish, have the equipment to do so.
and PLEASE, buy a non-electric can opener.
DEFENSE
the above two mean jack shit if you can’t protect it. mob mentality WILL be the law of the land when shit hits the fan (SHTF). not much i can do for you if you live in an urban environment, you’re just gonna have to fight. i live in the burbs and we’re a pretty tight knit group. 80% of my neighbors are armed. as far as i’m concerned the best home defense weapon is a shotgun. easy to use, accurate at short distance, cheap, and effective. simply racking it is a powerful deterrent. my go-to bug out gun though is the Ruger 22/45. i carry a lot of ammo, and it’s effective at dropping small game. we all know i have other “girls”, but these are the only 2 worth mentioning.
these items require bullets, have plenty. the shot gun is good for defense and SHOOTING BIRDS to eat. but bird shot will still make a good owie if you shoot someone with it. i’d also recommend guys learn to shoot a bow. it’s effective, it’s quiet and it been a staple weapon since man developed them. plus, it’s GREAT stress relief. i had a brief chat with Keoni about bowhunting, hopefully this will be a proper nudge to get him shooting again.
SANITATION
you might find yourself without power for an extended amount of time. if you do, eventually your toilet is going to stop flushing. when that happens, yer in some deep shit. wokka wokka. guys have it easy; women, not so much. Paw-Paw used to put a up a make-shift toilet for the ladies to “go business”. it was outside of course, but here’s a few rules of thumb regarding outside toilets i learned from the good’ol Corps.
your field latrine should be about 150 yards from your base camp and MUST be on the bottom end of a down-grade in the topography. dig a trench 2 feet deep, by two feet wide. make a deposit. add saw dust or crushed leaves when it get’s ripe. when finished with it, fill it back up. personally, i have a camp toilet with numerous biodegradable bags. i can piss on any tree, but i wanna poop in SOME luxury.
and toilet paper, have PLENTY of toilet paper. i predict TP will even become a tradable item.
LUXURY
hey, just because SHTF doesn’t mean you need to TOTALLY revert to savagery. so here’s a few items that are useful to have around: wet-naps, sterno’s, tea candles and regular candles (they burn about 4 hours and i have about 200 in my house right now- you’re gonna need them at night too…..HELLO), solar outdoor shower, solar charger (put it the sun, use it to charge an MP3 player), books, games, cards, batteries, a few flash lights, non power tools (shovel, ax, machette, hammer/nails, tool set), do-it yourself book, dust tape, light bulbs, hand crank radio/light (solar charged btw- it even has a USB outlet to charge small items), fuses, bleach, vinegar, battery operated fan (you thank me if it’s summer), and shit to make fire.
i also have a solar powered heated shower- it’s heavy duty plastic and zip seals up-top. fill it with 5 gallons of water and place the black side to the sun, wait a few hours. once the water is warm, undue the clasp to start the shower. wet yourself, close water. soap up and rinse, turn off water. dry up. a hot shower is a GREAT mood lifter after you’ve gone a few days without a shower.
BARTER
one day, you may find you can’t access your ATM. then, currency may become irrellevant. i have a VERY good supply of junk silver (dimes, quarters and half dollars). look it up. i also make it a habit to pick up small silver trinkets at flea markets and vintage stores. also….BOOZE. people will always want to dull the senses. i make a VERY strong hooch from everclear, fresh berries or cherries, and sugar. if there’s any interest i’ll do a food porn post on making this. it’s actually pretty easy.
and trust me, TP and bullets WILL become valuable trade items.
PANDEMIC-FIRST AID
of all the possible “could be” scenario’s, this is one i’m VERY quilifed to talk about. in the event of some sort of viral pandemic, STAY INDOORS. DO NOT try and go to the hospital, it will be over-run and once they start turning people away, the looting will begin. i’ve been in NUMEROUS mass casualty drills and it’s awlays the same assessment: “good training, defintately see some room for improvement, but over all it went well.” this is military speak for CLUSTER.FUCK.
if you haven’t done any of the above, and a pandemic hits- welcome to fuckedville, population you.
this is the part where i tell you to invest in a good first aid kit, have a good supply of OTC cold meds, aspirin, naprosyn (advil, alleve), nyquil/dayquil type meds. don’t even think about antibiotics. go to Jack’s site, hit his amazon link and grab some “quick clot”, this is a means for stopping severe bleeding. some are made from shrimp, so if you have an allergy to shellfish… andy/c of my training, i’m a mini clinic. i have access to supplies you civilians don’t. sorry. you MIGHT want to look into getting gloves and masks to protect you from respiratory/droplet borne infection. i can perform minor surgeries, suture, treat 90% of the illnesses i come in contact with. i know quite a few HM’s that have been invited to be the “doctor” for a few prep per communities. my medical knowledge is a VERY highly sought skill set.
i was giggling and shaking my head during most of this one.
take a few first aid courses at your local community college. learn CPR. these 2 could save you, or someone you loves life.
if you experience a cut that requires stitching fear not. wash the wound thoroughly, then approximate the cut (lightly push the edges together to close it) and add superglue. seriously. i’ve had more than one drunk friend come over with a cut and no heath insurance. i cleaned it and glued it. it burns, but it works.
did i get EVERYTHING, probably not. but this is meant more for guys that have never thought about this before. and i’ve had a few inquiries, so i figured i’d write about it. if you want more you can check out this guys site, his advice is gold. also, most of the items i listed can be found on amazon (the outdoor heated shower is about $15).
here’s a few video’s for you guys.
i think Doc will enjoy this one.
this one is more recent and VERY good, kind grim though, but that makes it all the more authentic.
hope this helps.
stay up.
Dude, She’s Dead
Posted: December 29, 2013 Filed under: Alpha, Military 24 Commentsi spend a decent amount of time talking with and counseling straight killers, combat soldiers. PTSD is a dicey thing, those that have it can’t really discuss it with people who don’t have it. your best bet is to leave it be. they won’t open up to you.
well, i was talking with a kid that just got back from afghanistan. and he had just volunteered to go back. he had it. he had caught the blood lust. once a soldier has it, he’s gone. no motherly love, no amount of good pussy, no dollar amount can keep him from killing again. and this kid was ready for more blood.
i’ve seen enough death and human dismemberment to know the sickness. i’ve talked about it before and mentioned it here. then i read this.
i was talking with this kid, and he was volunteering to go back into the suck. he was telling me how he and most of the dudes in his squad wanted to go back. that they lost someone in their company, and wanted get back for the loss. i told him you always lose guys in the suck and you shouldn’t take it that hard. then he hit me with this-
the person they lost was a girl.
these boys, and i mean that, BOYS wanted back into the suck because they lost a girl. they had lost guys too, but didn’t feel the urge to go back and fight for their loss. but a girl got dropped and there they were; ready for more. it’s sad. seriously. and THIS is why i’ve argued that it isn’t a good idea to send women into combat roles.
all you ladies with sons; ask yourself- what would you say to your boy knowing he was broken up after having lost a female soldier, but the loss of a male soldier elicited a response of, “damn, go easy bro.” because i can tell you, after having spoken to hundreds of my brothers, i have no words of comfort for them.
this makes me quite glad that my operational time is done. if i lost a female down range, it wouldn’t phase me. i’m too dark and bloodied. but the new guys, they’re different. they’re still rosy eyed boys that see a white picket fence and a plot in suburbia. not me. i’ve been doing this too long. you fuck up in the field, and you pay. for me, if it’s a woman it just means it’s a lighter body to carry away.
maybe if more of the young, newbs coming in saw it as i did, they wouldn’t send women into the suck. another month and a half and i’ll be sitting in a welding class at delgado JC. and i can’t wait.
and don’t forget to get at me via twitter.
stay up.
People who’ve Died
Posted: November 24, 2013 Filed under: Male Social Dynamics, Military, Wisdom 4 Commentsone of my junior HM’s saw his first patient die. really fucked him up. he came to me and told me he needed to talk to me. he’s well aware of my past as a trauma junkie master. this was one of those moments where the silly side of me gets shown the door. this was serious, and he really need some ear.
it’s no secret that i’ve seen some pretty morbid shit. i’ve talked about it before. well, what i consider to be an important part of my job is mentoring and counseling the junior guys. i don’t have this wall of, “you below me, me high rank” aura. i talk to the guys like we’re in the field. i NEVER have to use rank to gain respect. i even go so far as to tell other E6′s is they have to throw around rank, they are ineffective leaders.
i was living in san diego. it was christmas morning. i was checking my myspace account (what, it was 2006) and learned a friend had killed herself. she had lost her grandmother during katrina and grandma had raised by her. mom ran off and dad was a dead beat, she moved out as soon as she could. i tried to find her in NO when i was stationed there but didn’t have any luck. found out that Christmas that she’d been living 5 minutes from my apartment in NO.
i had taken this girls virginity.
i always knew she was kind of troubled so i felt bad when i wasn’t able to find her. as i sat reading her obituary, i felt numb. i got dressed and left the house. i was driving all over san diego. the streets were dead and one of the radio stations was playing a pearl jam concert they did in san deezy. then this song came on.
i broke down crying. i was already shook at girls committing suicide, but i remembered my boy Ricky. he was like my brother. i had been in the navy for almost a year. i went home to texas and was visiting friends. Ricky was in san antonio working. he was going to be coming in for fourth of july. well, for whatever reason my dad decided we were going to leave for florida (he was moving there) early.
never saw Ricky.
i was sitting on my cousins roof watching fireworks and around midnight, i put my beer down, left the roof and went inside. my cousin came in and i told him i didn’t feel like partying anymore. the next day i heard from his cousin. her, Ricky, and 3 friends from school were in an accident. ricky died, he was the only death in VERY bad accident.
i remember us making plans about what we were going to do with our lives. how we were going to retire on a ranch outside san diego. i was gonna marry his cousin, he was going to marry my sister. we’d get old, drink beer and laugh about how fat our wives had gotten. i always looked at my life from his perspective- to not waste my life since his got cut short.
i told the junior HM that death is part of what we do. i told him about the 2 friends above. told him that he’ll need to learn to detach himself from work death. when it’s a patient’s time, it’s their time. but at the same time, not feel bad if he never learns the detachment. this job isn’t for everyone. but the take-away is to fully appreciate every moment you have on this planet. you never know when you’re times up.
he just nodded his head and thanked me. hopefully i was able to help the guy out.
the girl at the very right is Liz.
aaaaaaw. i was a senior at the time. she was a freshman.
i don’t have any pics of Ricky. i’ve lost a TON of pictures with all the moves i’ve had; so, sorry.
stay up.
ITLR: The Gym
Posted: October 25, 2013 Filed under: Alpha, Girl distractions, Military, Wisdom 23 Commentsi know a lot of the guys in the Sphere are big on the gym. first and foremost, i’m not bashing anyone for going to the gym. it’s good for you. i’m not a gym guy. i work out, just it’s all body weight exercises. what i do in the navy requires me to be more cardio based and being able to handle my own weight. besides, i’m NOT a big guy. spent a year working out and while i get stronger, i didn’t look any different.
i know a kid that was fat, hit the gym, got buff, but had ZERO game. he landed a few girls but he ALWAYS ended up getting dumped. i spent some time talking with him at the local and gave him some game basics and how to play up his looks/alpha cred. one night i saw him with this girl. she looked like a stripper, but whatever. i congratulated him on coming up and he acted like he’d been pulling for years. i just laughed it off.
a few weeks past, i saw him and he was by himself. i asked him how him and girl were doing. well, she dumped him. he was quite humble in telling me his story. long story short, he had a great shell, but his core was still completely beta. and that’s the point of this post.
he started going to the gym because he was tired of being tubby, and invisible to women. yeah, he wanted to feel better about himself as well. what he didn’t realized is that it takes more than muscles to woo women. sure, she look at you lustily, you might even get laid. but dude wanted to land and KEEP a girl. and after being dumped 3-4 times after dating less than a month he apporached me to ask me what his problem was.
we had a good hour long talk about the red-pill and making HIMSELF a priority rather than pleasing a woman as his primary goal. he listened and seemed to really have a few “holy shit” moments. i ended up telling him he just needed to rewire all the bullshit he’s been fed for the last 15-20 years.
last time i saw him he was dating some chick from his school UNF, and was loving life. he actually came up to me and thanked me. we talked for about 5 minutes before i told him to get back to his chick. he looked at me, smiled and said, “dude, she’ll be fine, haven’t talked to you in a while.” i smiled, nodded and said, “you just passed the final test.”
i couldn’t have been more proud.
now, take a look at me. i have the muscle tone of steven hawking’s thighs and the sex appeal of bowel cancer. but that doesn’t matter. looks matter to MEN, not women. a woman can look at you, like the package, then be put-off by your attiude and disqualify you. men can like how a woman looks, still stick around despite her personality waiting on the close, then after they close, they’ll usually walk.
i do well with women DESPITE my looks. i’ll readily admit that. but i can charm the fuck (literally) out of them. i’ve actually gotten out of the shower with a beautiful woman, looked at myself naked in the mirror and asked her, “how the hell do you fuck me? UUUUUGH!!!! what’s wrong with you?”
i ALWAYS get the same response. she’ll laugh, smile, and tell me how cute i am. some will give a more literal answer and tell me that i’m just sexy and to quit being silly. i fully admit there’s no way i should have been able to put my mule into 90% of the women i’ve been with.
i’m pale, bald, wear stupid glasses, short, and have MINIMAL muscle tone.
if you want to go to the gym, fine. do it to feel better and be healthy. DON’T do it just because you think having a shredded frame is gonna get you laid. truth be told. it’s only HALF of it, and in most cases women might LIKE muscles, but there’s only one muscle that matter’s most.
your fucking brain.
go to the gym. cool, i’m all about the health aspects of it. but don’t do b/c you think it’ll land you girls.
what i’ve seen as the best approach to dealing with women is confidence, self respect, calling her out on her bullshit, not supplicating, and having a general good out look on life
on another front; today was a sad day on Planet Danny. my favorite food slut worked her last day today. she’s transferring to a new command. now, she’s a dear friend, and she took care of me when i had to deal with a VERY frustrating part of navy life. every year, on your birth month, you have to do a series of exams and training. i was working at the branch clinic jan 2012 and it was hard for me to make my appointments. she bent over backwards when i had to cancel and reschedule.
i’m not one to forget when someone helps me out, especially when they go out of their way to help me. well, she ended up working in the ER. whenever i had food leftover i’d share with her. and bitch can fucking eat for being as tiny as she is. she HAPPILY calls herself a food slut.
and i’m seriously going miss her. i’m taking her and her family out to lunch this weekend.
me and RaRee. she rocks a fat ass.
stay up.
Strip Club Day Game Fun
Posted: October 23, 2013 Filed under: Alpha, Girl distractions, Military, Wisdom 18 Commentshaven’t been to my local strip club in a while. it went thug. when i get patted down and have the wand passed over me, but watch 3 guys with dread locks and pants hanging off thier ass walk right in; FUCK THAT. if shit pops off i’m not gonna be there just holding my dick. therefore, i quit going.
found out my friend (who reads and comments here BTW) works a day set 2-7. so i had some mexican grub and decided to go say hello. well, it was a whole different scene. no security, the girls were pretty cute, and my girl was behind the booth. well, stripper game is second nature to me, and DJ Lynn wings like a fucking champ.
i went behind the booth, gave her hug and she walked me to the bar to introduce me to the daytime bartender. just as a frame of reference, most strip clubs over charge on booze; well a beer at my strip club is $2.75. YEAH. i tipped her well (ALWAYS take care of the bartender), and we we went back to the booth.
eventually, one of the girls came to the booth and Lynn introduced me. she always refers to me as, “Son”. seriously. i always call her, “Mom.” so girls steps up and Lyn introduced me. i talked with her for about 2 minutes and eventually she went about her business. soon, same girl went on stage. but one thing i noticed.
there was a dude that kept staring my way. didn’t really get it, but he’d keep looking over towards the booth. hmmmm.
so girls hits the stage and i tell Lynn i’m going to see what’s up with girl. i took a chair and sat leaning back, right arm draping the side of the stage and my left hand with my thump in the pocket and my fingers just above my mule. classic alpha position. well, as girls dancing, dude that kept looking my way steps up to the stage and once girl saw him and went over to him, he did the “make it rain” bullshit with what was about $8. he looked at me, and walked back to his spot at the bar.
i was fucking dying with laughter.
girls finally comes my way, and i’m a complete dork. i bob my head side-to-side and when she does something sexy, i’ll smile REALLY big and hop up and down in my seat. strip-club secret- if you can make a stripper break character and start laughing and telling you how cute you are, you’re winning. i gave her $2 and went back to the booth.
after her set she went to “make it rain” dude and thanked him. typical. then she came up to me and thanked me. after she hugged me, i told her, “sweetie, smash your titties into my chest again please.” she anxiously threw her arms around me and said, “they’re firm.” i asked if she had work done and she repeated that they were firm. i asked her how big she was and she touched my chest and told me i have more meat than she did.
“really, let me see.” i should note that i was already feeling her tits and she was leaning in as i did so. she said she wasn’t allowed to flash and Lynn jumped in like a pro, “there’s no camera here, you’re safe.” girl stuttered a moment, and i asked again, “c’mon, it’s no big deal, let’s see the work.” she stepped back and said she needed to go to the bathroom.
this was NOT a failure. she lost her nerve. i took her out of her game. she’s used to being in charge, and she lost control with me, i kept the frame and had the DJ backing me up. told you she wings like a champ. but it get’s better.
next thing i know she was sitting next to “make it rain” guy. fucking perfect. she stayed right next to him and was working on a VIP. then i notice and VERY cute raven haired lovely. i asked about her and Lynn just said she thinks her shit doesn’t stink.
well…..DUH.
girl managed to get 2 VIP’s before she took the stage. well, prior to that Lynn told me to head over and tip a friend of her with MASSIVE tits (obviously fake). she was also a tad older than i prefer, but whatever. i tipped her $2 and went back to the booth. girl came over and ended up nuzzling next to me for about 10 minutes. which was fine since i got to squeeze some titty meat.
eventually the black haired girl took the stage and had to see what was up with this girl. i sat at my stage seat (i always sit in the same spot when i go to the stage), and girl approached me. she sat across my lap and she asked if i’ve ever been there before. i told her i was friends with Lynn, and i used to frequent a lot. then told her i though she was cute so i decided to come visit her. then i commented on her being quite the little hustler. she looked puzzled so i told her i noticed the VIP’s. she giggled and said she didn’t know what i was talking about, she was just doing her job. i put my finger under her chin, pulled her face close to mine and said, “that’s exactly what a hustler would say.” then i winked at her. she was smiling from ear to ear.
i tipped her $1. please note that i was the third guy to get a dance from her and said guys gave her $3-4-5. i made it a point to give her one.
i went back to the booth and told Lynn, “i could fuck her and her (referring to the “firm tits” girl and black haired girl). Lynn nodded, “oh yeah, of course.” i told her, “that girl (black haired) is as transparent and easy to read as a paper.total narcissist. i made it a point to smash her pedestal and called her “cute”, and when i said it she gave me an “off” look. THAT’S when you know you have a pretty girl of her game.
i have a new project. i’m guessing the “firm tits” girl will be easiest to close, so i’ll start there. the raven locked lass will probably be a tad more difficult, but i’m not disqualified as a fuck in her eyes. i assume her flake factor will be through the roof. but, i’m also working on a 19yo waitress at my local.
so, for the record, i have 2 girls in the stable here in jax that i see about once a month. i’m currently working on: a waitress at my local, and have taken on running the 2 strippers i mentioned above. abundance KILLS fear and self-doubt. it’s not about the close for me, i prefer the chase. once i close, my interest wanes to a stand-still.
it’s basically a hunter’s mentality. on another front.
i JUST got my paint-ball mask today. a few of my Marines/Marine HM buddies do some pretty balls-out paint ball fights and i decided to get a decent mask for the party.
i’ll be getting another one. but i picked this since it blends well with the forest. i just need to drill a few holes onto the mouth.
and today….on this very morning, i completed my last physical fitness test in my naval career. i’m on the cusp of 40 and i did the following. 85 sit-ups, 78 push-ups, and i did a 1 1/12 mile run in 12 minutes and 26 seconds. not too shabby for an old fuck like me.
stay up.
ITLR: Two Wolves have a Conversation of War, PTSD, Blood, and Pussy
Posted: August 10, 2013 Filed under: Alpha, Military 18 CommentsLADIES!!!!!! OUT!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!
i had to get a rental car while my front bumper was being repaired. i dropped my car off and was greeted by and older guy- late 50′s early 60′s. but he had that “edge”. there was something about him i recognized but couldn’t put my finger on. he was assisting a woman and was polite, cordial, jovial. all things i’d expect from someone in customer service.
when he was done with her, he address me and began to process my claim. well, i’ve been in so long that “affirmative”, “tracking”, “ooh-rah”, spill from my mouth without a second thought. he finally asked me how long i’d been in. i quickly replied, “19 and change Sir.” he laughed and told me he was 03 USMC vietnam Marine. the 03′s are prefixes for Marine infantry. i replied back, “out-fucking standing you old war horse.” he laughed, and from that point, ALL his “customer persona” disappeared. we were the only ones in the place and the words, “fuck, shit, pussy, bitch, ALL manner of obscenities were utilized.
what should have been a 10 minute interaction lasted 45.
the big takeaway was that we both talked about how we just can’t talk about this type of shit with civilians. the only non-military type i’ve ever spoken to was my mom. and she told me to never mention it again. it’s a VERY dark place. the closest i’ve ever come to getting into it was in (warning, this link sends to the darkest posts i’ve ever written) this post and that doesn’t even go into how i got to that point, just what i have to deal with and keep quelled
what we also agreed upon was this: there’s no fixing it, changing it, or curing it. you either learn to live with it or you don’t. obviously we’ve both learned to cope. he and i have seen and done things that non-military types (unless they are complete psychopaths) can relate to. so, we just avoid the topic. but get us in a group and we talk about it like high school memories.
this man, a representative for a car body shop, was listening to my story of a young Marine i treated who left my BAS, called to get my attention, and when i looked over he had dropped trough and spread his ass cheeks apart while giving me the fish eye and said, “thanks baby.” i shook my head and told him to get the fuck out of my BAS. the old war horse was pissing himself laughing.
i guarantee he doesn’t have that kind of “shop talk” on a day-to-day.
we talked of funny shit, gruesome shit, gun shit, women shit, and basic brotherhood and camaraderie. i saw him today and he greeted me, “HEY DOC!!!!! GOOD TO SEE YOU MOTIVATOR!!!!” the only people i accept calling me Doc are military, or ex military. a reader once referred to me as Doc and i had to email them to please never address me as such again. well the old war horse and i shook hands, we shook hands the way way warriors (and men in general should) greeted each other- firm grip, one solid shake, staring eye-to-eye. sadly, i doubt i’ll ever see him again. people like that come into your life, and remind you that you’re not alone. and that the suck you think you have in your life, someone else can relate…that’s a comforting thing.
so you’re an ace with talking to women, GREAT. you get laid all the time…COOL. well let me tell you this, when you see Death so often that she no longer stirs fear in you, but you actually are comforted by her gaze….then you can share my fire. and that’s what you civilian’s will never grasp. after you’ve swam in enough blood, you’re relieved in the company of other’s that have been in that same lake.
and that’s HUGE. some people simply people come into your life, make and impression, and are gone forever. hell, i might just go down to his work place before i leave just tell him how good it was to meet him; and that’s something i simply never do.
stay up.
one of all time favorite skate punk phase albums. and a fave among my Marine’s; i’d always play it as we crossed into iraq from buehring. if i were ever a wrestler, this would be my “walk-on” song.
How to Save a Life
Posted: August 8, 2013 Filed under: Military, Wisdom 15 Commentsas the resident medical professional i thought i’d pass on some knowledge that is useful in everyday life. what will be the biggest challenge is keeping it simple for non-medical types to relate to. i spent almost 12 years as a trauma management, minor medical procedure guru. i worked for several years as an instructor of EMT, Prehospital Trauma Life Support, and Basic Life Support (CPR). i’d highly recommend taking a CPR class.
and i was VERY good at it. but for most people who don’t deal with this on a daily basis, they will blank out in an actual emergency, so i’ll try and keep it simple.
now, i am no longer a licensed instructor. but i can pass on some basics that can help you keep someone alive until the professionals get there. it’s as simple as A.B.C.
a- airway
b- breathing
c- circulation
let’s start with airway. if they can talk, or are screaming in pain: they have a patent airway. if they are unconscious: look, listen and feel. look to see if their chest rises and falls, feel for breathing. if you don’t get any signs of the above, tilt their head back, pinch the nostrils shut, and give 2 breaths. if the chest rises and falls- you’re good. if not, retilt the head, and try 2 more breaths if you get any resistance….the airway is not patent. open the mouth and look for an obstruction. if you don’t see anything straddle the waist, interlock your non-dominant hand on top your dominant hand and interlock your fingers. place the heel of your hand 4-6 inches below the chest. push inward and upward in a J-like motion. (youtube Heimlich maneuver). give 10 thrusts then open the mouth and look for something in the mouth. if you see something, remove it and attempt to give 2 breaths again. continue until you have a patent airway.
if there is a witness or a bystander, have them call 911.
let’s say they have a patent airway. time to move on to B- breathing. are they breathing. again: look, listen and feel. place the side of your ear my the person’s mouth, feel for breathing, look for the chest to rise and fall, and listen for sounds of breathing. if they aren’t breathing, well, you need to breathe for them. you want to do around 5-6 rescue breaths. do not go crazy, give the breaths 1 per second.
remember, the purpose to the airway is to take in oxygen, the breathing circulates oxygenated blood throughout the body. circulation perfuses the oxygen rich blood to the vital organs. do not move on to B until you secure A, and don’t move on to C until you secure B. it’s as simple as that.
so, circulation. you secured the airway, you’re rescue breathing for the patient (5-6 rescue breaths, followed by 60 chest compressions- though it may have changed since i last taught it). the purpose of chest compressions is to beat for a heart that isn’t beating. before you start feel for a pulse (take your first 2 fingers in the center of the patients throat, slide it slightly to the side, you should feel a small channel -practice feel for your own neck) take about 10 seconds to feel for a pulse. if they have a pulse, just provide rescue breaths. if you don’t feel a pulse, do chest compressions (again, check youtube). NOTE:proper chest compressions WILL fracture ribs. but a cracked rib or 2 is better than the person dying.
chest compressions, rescue breathing, chest compressions, rescue breathing. continue until you are exhausted (and trust me, 15 minutes of CPR is a fucking workout), or someone else more qualified takes over. i’ll cover legal aspects at the end.
these basics will help more than you could possibly imagine. i’ve gotten on scene where someone’s unconscious for almost 10 minutes and it meant it was going to be highly unlikely i’d be able to save the person. even if imperfect CPR is given, it helps a medic IMMENSELY.
choking- youtube Heimlich maneuver. now…….if someone is grasping their throat and looking around desperately, ask them if they need help. if they DO indicate they need help, use the Heimlich maneuver as demonstrated on youtube or in the class you take. if they don’t tell you they need help- DO NOT TOUCH THEM. that’s assault.
we have a saying in EMS, “if you won’t give me consent to assist, i’ll just wait for you to pass out, then i have implied consent to touch you.” don’t get yourself in trouble. BUT again, i’ll discuss the legal aspects at the end.
-bleeding. this fucks up most people. it’s gruesome to you non medical types, well…..i’m immune to now. bleeding is dealt with by: direct pressure, elevate the lacerated area above the heart, cold compresses. DO.NOT place direct pressure then remove the bandage to check the wound. you’ve just reopened a cut that coagulated blood was stopping, and you have to start over. scalp wounds are the big one. the scalp is VERY vascular. i had a foot locker fall on my head, caused a 1/2″ laceration and it bled like a stuck pig. i just put a t-shirt on it, and walked to BAS. venous bleeding is dark red and oozes- direct pressure. arterial bleeding is bright red and pulses out in spurts. this type of bleeding is SERIOUS. apply direct pressure to the wound and elevate the area as best you can. place a cold compress if possible.
the mistake many non medical types make is they see blood and immediately focus on it and try to stop it. all bleeding stops….eventually. if you see significant bleeding. have someone place direct pressure and go to your A,B,C’s.
follow the above and you will improve an injured patients chances well enough to sustain them until the professionals show up.
CHILDREN and INFANTS
this is where many people get spun. most infant/toddler issues deal with choking. google infant/child CPR and check out the videos.
my last serious call was an 2 week old that had an allergic reaction to formula was was BARELY breathing. longest 15 minutes of my life getting the baby back to the hospital (this was in Sicily). if you have kids, i’d strongly recommend you look into this part of BLS (basic life support).
Legal Issues
the good samaritan law states that a person acting in good faith to try and save a life cannot be held liabe if they acted to the best of their ability. meaning, i’d be held more accountable (due to military medical training) to a higher standard than a lay person. can you be sued- yes. will you successfully be sued; never heard of a case where someone acted (within their abilities and not trying some crazy shit they aren’t trained to do) being successfully sued. i know i have a few lawyers reading, go ahead and chime in if you’d like.
i could EASILY go into more detail, but for the lay person, what i’ve told you are the basics and the rationale behind it. truth is, unless you have long term, adequate training, stick to the above so you don’t get sued. i’m qualified to do an emergency cricotomy, but i’d NEVER perform one on a civilian and outside a war zone.
remember, i’ve done this for almost 20 years. it would be impossible for me to bring you up to my level in a single (or many) post/s. my intent was to give you a basic understanding of how to keep someone going until you can get a professional there to take over. and trust me, even in the field, i’ve lost people…just do your best and realize unless you utilize this frequently, you’ll probably freak out IF you need to use it. just step back take a deep breath and think- A,B,C and DO.NOT let bleeding divert you from the ABC’s. have someone apply direct pressure; if you don’t have another person, just tie something around the wound.
please feel free to email me with any questions.
stay up.
the blogger as a 21 yo Sailor/Corpseman.
my primary preceptor and crew chief in navy ems told me, “you know what happens when you stare at Death for long periods?”. i simply said, “no”. he stared me dead in the eye and said, “she stares back at you.” i never understood that until years later. but now i get it. Death knows me, comes to me. it’s not a bad thing per-se; just a road i can’t get off of.
aaaaah, the life of a corpseman.
Leadership
Posted: August 7, 2013 Filed under: Alpha, Military, Wisdom 11 Commentswanted to touch on this for a few days, but i’m lazy. then Sunshine Mary (forgot which post, like i said….lazy) posted on how women actively seek approval and validation from men, even the ones they aren’t attracted to.
i remember my mother telling me a loooooooong time ago that in every successful relationship, there is a leader and a follower. my mother is an admitted follower. i asked her what i was (like i said, i was young) and she told mei was a leader. some guys/people (despite gender) are natural leaders. when i first joined the navy i remember a crusty E6 gave the best 3 pieces of wisdom i’ve EVER been given.
-”your job is to keep your bosses boss off your bosses back”
-”the best leaders do so without ever really telling anyone what to do, and he takes care of his people.”
-”a good leader gives his subordinates the tools they need to help them get their job done as efficiently and easily as possible: NOT to give them obstacles.”
the first nugget is basically: do your damn job. the second one took me some time to understand. it wasn’t until i was my first position of authority that it made sense. i worked my ass off, and i proved myself to be very proficient in many facets of my job. i was working on a med-surg unit, BUT still ran calls as a primary EMT, and i had gained a favorable reputation in both roles. so when i was places as senior HM of my dept, my guys did what i said without question. i really didn’t get it, but i do now. lastly, when you give your people the tools they need to succeed, they will bust their ass for you.
people look for inspiration, they follow those who have proven themselves, who have shown to have shed blood, sweat and tears. i’ve had some really good bosses, and some really shitty ones over the last 19+ years. i can count the good ones on one hand, and i remember them all.
this also applies to relationships. most women want a man to take control, to be in charge. as i’ve said before there’s a fine line between being dominant and being dictatorial. the latter will usually get you nowhere in either relationships or day-to-day-life. dominant show’s confidence and the ability to make a damn decision. i’m sure you all know many a woman who’s lost tingles because the guy keeps thinking that letting her make the call will make her haaaaapee.
i was off to lunch with a girl one afternoon. i asked her what she was in the mood for, she replied, “doesn’t matter.”
fine.
we ended up going to a thai place and i was getting a pissy vibe from girl. i asked her, “what the hell is up your ass?” she looked at me and mentioned she was “kinda hoping” to go to ******. i looked her dead in the eye for a good 10 seconds before replying, “well then you should have said so. but don’t give me attitude when you decide, “doesn’t matter” where we eat.”
i immediately went back to eating. she remained silent for the rest of the meal.
we were walking around the city for a bit and i was still sensing some tension on her part. that was it. i told her, c’mon, i’m bringing you home. this of course brought out the, “but i don’t want to go.” she was backpedaling. i told her she needed to quit being “cabrona” or else she can do it by her lonesome.
now this was a gf, but i knew i was in the right to call her out. she was cool, feminine, and sweet for the rest of the day.
interestingly enough, working in radiology part of my job is giving patients instructions, and positioning them correctly for pictures. i have VERY little (usually none) from positioning women. men on the other hand, it can take 5 minutes for 2 shots because dude will not follow my instructions. but i can barely touch a womans shoulder and she’ll end up right where i need her for the shot.
ever ASKED a woman if you could kiss her on your first outing with her. total tingle killer, but usually she’ll give you the thumbs up since a shy awkward approach comes off as “sweet” or endearing. but sack up, look her in the eye for a moment, lean in and kiss her. she’ll melt.
in summation, leadership is about knowing your damn job (occupation or relationship-wise) and execute. once you’ve laid the ground work for knowing your role and take care of those entrusted to you, you’ll find your leadership seldom questioned and those you supervise happy to “get their job done.”
not everyone can be an effective leader. God knows i HATE being responsible for other. but when it comes to women, i know my job, and i’m pretty damn sure i do it well. if she doesn’t know HER job and/or performs it poorly, i’m not sticking around. like i said, i’m the president and CEO of “Me Inc”, if my VP doesn’t help “Me Inc.” succeed….
she’s fired.
stay up.
Just a Leisurely Tuesday Post
Posted: July 16, 2013 Filed under: Drivel, Male Social Dynamics, Military 15 Commentsi decided to take a step back from “game talk” today and decided to have some fun. as i sit and type this i’m supposed to be asleep, but at 1100 i found myself wide awake. i sat watching tv for about 30 minutes and said-
“fuck it. i’m going out for vietnamese food then going to the gun range.” which is just up the street from the vietnamese joint. but first-
i’ve never understood women’s rabid obsession with purses and shoes. but whatever, it’s like a woman trying to figure out why i sniff my fingers after i scratch my balls. like the sun is sure to rise and set, it’s just and inexplicable factoid of life- leave it alone.
then i saw it. and when i saw it, i knew i was going to buy it. FUCK the price, this baby’s coming home with me. and she’s a beauty, AAAAAAND- she’s functional. meet my new purse….or satchel. whatever. indiana jones wore one.
my AR-15 murse (don’t judge me). holds 4 magazines, and has a pocket for a box of ammo.
i needed this bag in order to carry it into the range.
i decided to bring the following ladies with me: Amanda, Evangeline, and Una.
Evangeline, my MAC-10 .45acp. and Una, my Ruger LC9 conceal carry.
loaded up the car, housed a bowl of Bun Bo Hue and headed to the range. i filled out my paperwork, they checked my ammo (steel casing isn’t allowed), got my hearing protection, my targets and was on my merry way. the facility is tit’s too. been waiting anxiously for it to open up. if you live on my neck of the woods, you should check it out; you won’t be disappointed.
-what did i learn?
been a minute since i’ve shot, so i need to start going more often, i’ll probably get a membership as i get free access and merch discounts. also, as far as gun handling: the LC9 recoils like a bitch. which isn’t surprising since it’s so light and small in comparison to my P95. but at 10 yards i was decent with body shots.
the AR shoots like a beauty. smooth, very little recoil, but i’m definitely rusty. the guy in the next lane was firing an AK-47, and the bang was fucking loud as shit, even with hearing protection. i have a laser sight on it, but i need to adjust it. when i went to iron sight, i was MUCH more accurate. next i’ll run my distance scope and take it out as far as i can on the range.
then there’s the MAC-10. holds 30 rounds and is heavy as shit. but, the heaviness reduces the recoil. it’s most definitely a close quarters weapon as it’s too cumbersome for me with distance shooting. but from 10 yards, i was dead on. never really been good with 45.acp, but it’s fun to shoot.
after running though 4 30 round clips of AR, 1 clip of .45, and 5 magazines of .9mm; i decided it was time for some REAL fun…..
ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!
fuckin’ zombies. the best diet for the undead= HOT LEAD!!!!
of course head shots matter the most, so i brought it to 10 yards and ran head shots. i was best with the AR (duh), the .9 recoiled too much for me to be accurate. interesting to see how i do when i bring the other 9 that holds 15+1. and the MAC was too much for me to hit the head, and by that point, my arm was sore. lol.
i know it’s not easy to see, but there are about 6-7 shots to the dome.
head shots. i scored 7. i REALLY need to practice.
i can’t stress enough that a man learn to handle and shoot a gun. you don’t even need to own one. most ranges will rent you a weapon and give you instructions on gun safety and basic use. a good range will usually have a RSO (range safety officer) to assist with any issues you may have. gun ranges also make for a GREAT date that’s inexpensive.
so get out there and sling some lead, nothing beats range therapy. also check out ManoSphereRadio’s latest interview with LaidNYC.
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She Chose the Aloof Alpha over the Needy Beta
Posted: July 10, 2013 Filed under: Alpha, Girl distractions, Military, Wisdom 15 CommentsWe’re all familiar with the gf I had in Japan. Well there’s an interesting story to how we ended up together.
I was walking out of medical when I saw this new girl to the ship. She was an E3, I was E5. Now being on a ship you kind of know everyone. Especially if you work in medical like I did. everyone that reports to the ship has to check in at medical to turn in their medical record. At the time she was checking in I was the LPO (leading petty officer) of medical admin, so I personally had to check in every new sailor to the ship.
When I first saw her I thought to myself, “Eh. Not too bad.” Tall, Mexican, decent body. Hard 6, soft 7. I can honestly say looks wise she was at the bare minimum I need to be into a girl.
Well, I was leaving medical and she was standing in the p-way giving directions to VIP’s coming on board. I saw her, we made eye contact and I said, “Hey, I just broke up with my gf, I’m thinking of replacing her with you.” She let out a little laugh and remarked something about taking it into consideration. I smiled back and went on my way.
Oh……this was 2005, btw.
I ran into her later that day and she told me, “Hey, do you know another guy ran the same line you did about breaking up with your gf.” I just laughed and told her that the ship issues that line to every guy that checks on board.
Eventually I got the impression she was dating another guy in her shop, but never really cared too much about it. Then she became friends with one of the girls I work with. My co-worker told me, “I know a girl that’s PERFECT for you. She totally has your sense of humor.” Eventually, my co-worker invites me out to lunch. When I showed up, there she was. The same girl I ran the line on.
I was my typical ordinary self except for one small but calculated detail.
I teased and ribbed the other 2 girls (I worked with them) and largely ignored the other girl. I didn’t ignore her, but the ratio of attention to her vs. the other 2 was roughly 10:90. I acknowledged her, but never included her in the “fun”.
One day I’m in my office and I see her cutting through the medical p-way (called cross decking- a BIG no-no) with one of the male dental techs. It ALMOST seemed like there could have been something going on.
Meh. Whatever.
Then I find out that the same guy WAS pushing up girl. Eventually, one of my female HM’s (the one that arranged the lunch meet up) told me dude was really into her. While all this is going on, I got 2 more lunch invites where girl was in tow my other 2 co-workers. Again I used the same tactic.
Eventually one of my co-worker (girls bestie) told me that girl (her name’s Nancy) wasn’t really into dude. Come to find out this kid was kissing her ass and falling all over himself to do whatever she liked/wanted. She was on the pedestal. And apparently, she loved the attention and freebies, but he wasn’t registering on her tingle scale.
During lunch one afternoon, the girls made plans to go out for new years eve and invited me to go. Well, they all flaked. And I let me co-worker have it when I saw her the next day. I lit her as up like it was cool. And she totally made the submissive chin down and breaking then making then breaking eye contact and apologizing.
One evening she’s “hanging out” in medical with my co-worker. We (there were about 7 other people from medical) were on our ward watching movies and Cheryl (Nancy’s bestie) made an excuse for me, herself, and Nancy to go watch a different movie in the quiet room. After about 15 minutes, Cheryl made an excuse to leave.
Sneaky sneaker Sally.
Me and Nancy made small talk for a few minutes, then eventually we were making out. After a little time she uttered, “it’s too bad this won’t go anywhere.” I stared at her for a moment perplexed; then said, “Oh, ok.” And I walked out the room. Didn’t speak to her or acknowledge her again. Cheryl asked me what went wrong between us and why I was ignoring Nancy.
Aaaaaah, gathering intel I see. I told her that Nancy had made mention of it not going anywhere so I took it that she really wasn’t interested in me.
Well wouldn’t you know it- I was having chow and sitting by myself when Nancy sat down next to me. “Did I do something wrong Danny? Why aren’t you talking to me anymore. “ I looked at her, sitting across from me, and told her, “I thought you were messing with dude since you told me ‘this won’t go anywhere’. Then you flaked new years eve. So why should talk you, there’s no reason. I’m not trying to be yer bestie.” I went right back to eating. She didn’t say another word and left.
About 2 weeks later my boy asked me what was up with me and Nancy. I told him what happened and he said, “Dude, fuck that shit. She wouldn’t be making out with you if she didn’t like you. AND I was having lunch with Cher and ole girl and she wouldn’t shut up about you. Kept saying how she fucked things up and she couldn’t believe you thought she was seeing (can’t remember his name).
Fine.
The next time I ran into her I ask her what she was doing that coming weekend (it was a wed/thur) and when she told me she had no plans, I told her I was going to this Vietnamese place and asked if she wanted to join me. She agreed of course. As if any of you reading are surprised. Lol.
She was a VERY cool girl. Sadly, it only last 3 months. I’ll save that tale for tomorrow.
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me and nancy riding an efalant in Thailand.
in order to derail the alpha roguishness of the above post, i’ve decided to hit you with the latest in scented candle faggotry. didn’t have anything new that i wanted, though yankee candles “havana nights seemed promising, but alas i rocked the woodwick triple play again. guys, get yer dicks out, i’ll be standing by in the glory hole booth.
so nice i rocked it twice
Military Healthcare System
Posted: July 6, 2013 Filed under: Military, Wisdom 24 Commentssince the “neutered military” post received so much attention, and since a few readers asked me to post on it- i figured i’d give you guys what you asked for. this is going to simply be a post about what i’ve witnessed over the last 20 years. i’ve worked in healthcare my entire career. i’m just here to tell you what i’ve experienced.
the military health care system (MHCS) is basically a perfect example of socialized medicine. all HC is free to active duty and thier dependents.
the military has a vested interest in keeping all active duty in prime heath. so we get access 24-7. i can go to sick call 365 days a year and be seen. i’m sure that makes perfect sense to anyone. however, if i need to been seen by a specialty service (internal med, ortho, etc) then i become another cow in the herd. in 1994 (when i came in) if you needed to make an appointment, if you called in on a monday you could usually get seen before the week ended. now…..2 week wait MINIMUM.
i’m currently being seen by internal med for hypertension, if i need to schedule an appointment, i have a 3-4 week wait. i’m not complaining. well imagine if you’re a mother trying to schedule an appt for a child- 2 week wait. what’s a mom to do? well, do what everyone else does…..GO TO THE ER!!!!!! i have wroked in ER’s and in conjunction with ER’s for 90% of my career. i can say with complete honesty that 95% of the cases that come into the ER are NOT accute issues (as in symptoms have manifested in the last 48 hours). very few patients come in with “emergent issues”.
you read that right. the ER is now simply a 24 hour family practice clinic. ER visits (and i’m only talking navy) have increased by 600% in the last 10 years. this is a fact. and what’s the common thought process of the average patient coming in to the ER (regardless of age or gender)- “well, it’s free; so why not go.” i swear to God. i’ve heard THOUSANDS of patients utter those very words after simply stubbing their toe.
secondly. doctors practice what we call “defensive medicine”. NH jacksonville has had multiple cases where they were sued for malpractice. you can google it to prove i’m right. because of the possibility of litigation, more and more doctors are ordering procedures unneccassarily to avoid the possibility of litigation. got a headache, you’ll probably get a head CT to rule out a bleed despite lacking ANY nuerological deficiencies. i’ve witnessed CT’s, xrays, and ultrasounds ordered on ONE pt. why- to cover the Dr’s ass and……because it’s free.
and the fraud. don’t get me started. there are people that have aunts, uncles, and grandparents, in-law, parents put on their page 2 (show’s who your dependents are) so they can get free health care. yup.
now, this is simply among the 4 services. most of whom are working. take this dynamic and plug into the current entitlement minded sheeple. where 47% don’t even pay income taxes. got a bit of a chest cold, TRY and get an appointment since, you know….it’s free. and if you can’t get an appointment, just go to the ER for your 3 day chest cold. i mean…they legally can’t turn you away and you’re entitled to it. besides IT’S FREE!!!!
and if you’re over 60…..good luck. you’re at the back of the line within the HCS. i’ve lived in spain and italy. my gf’s “nonno” had cancer- they gave him pain meds. i asked if he were going to get chemo. my gf said no. i was shocked. when i asked why she said, lui e’ vecchio. stai cosi”- he’s old, that’s just how it is. this was 1998 btw. lived in spain from 2007-2009, and it was the same story. the quality of the HCS is abysmal. so, those “death panels” that won’t happen. LIE.
oh, and doctors, MANY doctors are walking away from practicing. what do you think THAT will do to the HCS?
and remember, these changes only happened within the last 10 years or so within the military. i’d predict this will implode in less than 5 years if/when it gets implemented. when people ask me for advice on what to do when ACA (affordable care act) get’s enacted, i tell them the same thing.
“don’t get sick”.
one thing i’m happy about is after spending 20 years as a Corpsman, there is very little i can’t treat on my own. 90% of the shit people get can easily be treated at home with OTC meds. they just don’t realize some sickness have a 4-6 week run time. usually a week to manifest, then 4-5 weeks for it to run it’s course.
again, this is just what i’ve observed working within the MHS. i leave it up to you to decide what road we’re heading down. and while you’re at it, go ahead and pontificate on the health issues in ‘MURICAH- especially obesity and a sedentary lifestyle.
stay up.
The first Dose
Posted: July 3, 2013 Filed under: Male Social Dynamics, Military, Wisdom 32 Commentstonights post was going to be on a recent current event. but this evil genius beat me to it.
i got to my first duty station in late 1994. about 2 months into the tour i met this girl at a club (i was 20, shut up). i ended up going home with an officer whom i didn’t realize was an officer until the next day. WHOOPSADAISY!!!!
well, eventually i met this slamming Indian chick that was going to college of charleston at the same club. it was actually pretty easy. she was alone; once i realized she was by herself i simply walked up and said hi. we chatted for a few minutes, i got her number, and went back to my friends. 2-3 days later, we had a date to go see “interview with a vampire.” she knew i was from new orleans so she picked me up at the barracks (i didn’t have a car) after the movie my room-mate was gone so we kinda fooled around in my room.
the next time we ended up at her dorm and she said she wanted to “play”. this time i got digital-stimulation fun. that’s all it took. after she finished, she told me she was a virgin.
jaw-floow, floor-jaw.
i kid you not this girl was solid: face-8, body-9.5 (epic rack), personality-10. she was ALWAYS wanting to play. finally (as in a week later)she told me she wanted to lose her virginity. i’ve never understodd the virgin fascination. it really isn’t that big a deal. well, when it was over she became a grade A cock monster. she wanted sex ALL.THE.TIME. if you are of the school of thought that it’s a sin and you are guilty of murder to spill side out of a woman. i’m going straight to hell because i ended more lives than Vader when he destroyed the death star on this chick.
one day, i find out i have to fill in for the kid the command was sending to cuba. i talked to girl about my deployment, she wanted to bang. she really became a one trick pony. i left for cuba and there’s no fluffing it- cuba sucked balls. this was waaaaaaaay before they had built the camps. the camps were built to house the cuban and haitian refugees that were there at the time.
i spent 6 months drinking and going to the gym. well, the ratio of men to women were 1 woman for every 150 guys. which that was fine. i went into business for myself. i had my VCR (remember those) and bought a second VCR. then i had my room-mate send me my porno’s. see my buddy managed an “adult book store” and said stores chose what films to buy for rental by getting a tape with 4 films on it. once he got married he gave me the tapes, i must have had about 15 tapes.
i started burning tapes for guys and sold them 1 for $25, 2 for $40, and 3 for $ $75 and 4 for $100. i literally would spend an entire day off burning tapes for duded. this was back when you could buy hardcore smut mags on base. they quit selling those in 1998, and now they don’t carry anything. i had one film in particular that EVERYONE wanted. it was a french film called “parfum de mathilde.” google it if you’re really that interested. i left cuba with about $3500 profit. i’m such a smut peddler.lol.
i passed my days getting pics and letters from girl. the letters got longer and longer and more sexually graphic. then it happened, about a week before i was supposed to head back to charleston. i received a letter that was relatively thin. i read it and started laughing. i was with my boy, he grabbed the letter read it and laughed and said, “welcome to the navy dude.”
the letter talked of how she was doing in school, hoping i was doing ok in cuba, and that she met a guy named stave, they had been dating for a little over a week. lol.
can’t make this up guys. welcome to the navy indeed. did it sting; of course. but knowing i drove it when it still had that new car smell tops her dumping me. whats the over under she cheated on that dude.
after i came back, i ended up taking a second job as a cook in a local steak house where i met this banging panamanian chick. she was my FWB until i left for sicily. then i ended up FWB with a sister of one of the restaurants 15 yo hostess’s 20 year old sister. columbian. i had TWO latinas. lol. there will ALWAYS be another women. but it’s funny how some girls become complete hose beasts after they get their first dose. lol.
stay up.
the crew. 1995
me and my Div-O and room-mate.
before heading out for my 21st bday.
after. again, i don’t recall taking this. lol. i might have had a few too many.
yup. it’s official, we’re faded. the guy in the black shirt is the “welcome to the navy” guy.
the kid i to help deliver. i was translating.
A Neutered Military
Posted: June 24, 2013 Filed under: Drivel, Military 67 Commentsthe following is a statement of FACT and in no way is a criticism of the USN, reader’s can draw their own conclusions. i spoke to navy legal and they informed me that i need to add this from the beginning.
today (thurday) i had to attend a MANDATORY SAPR (sexual assault prevention and reporting) training stand-down. we’ve been having increasingly more of these “stand-down” lately. i watched an intro video from the SECDEF and CNO (chief of naval operation). usually these things offend the shit out of me and i leave a comment about my thinking so. to be PC, they TOUCH on men being able to be victims of sexual assault/harassment, then go right back to making women the victims.
i had something to say, but i didn’t. here’s the thing- speaking out draws these things out, you want to get it over with and go back to work. i told the story of a girl coming to medical with suicidal ideations. she had a plan, i asked her why and when she told me, i had one of my females stand by with her, “DO NOT leave her side.”
she checked into the galley and told her SEL (senior enlisted leader, and E8) that her goal was to make E4 as soon as possible. long story short, he ended up offering to buff her evals to EP (early promote) if she fucks him. she did, and the other guys in the galley found out and treated her like shit because she caught hella perks.
she decided to kill herself after 2 months of hell at work.
she left my clinic in an ambulance and i found out she was discharged for PTSD and severe depression. i know this is true, becuase the senior chief went to court martial and did time. E7 and above NEVER get disciplined, they are typically “force retired”.
SA/SH is no joke, i don’t treat it as such. as the victim of molestation as a child, i don’t take this lightly. however-
i DO have an issue with female sailors that make false claims are found out, and receive ZERO punishment. none. zero. nada. how do i know. sit down….
i was stationed in new orleans and there was a girl there i was feeling. she turned me down when i asked her out. no big deal, i never brought it up again. one day i’m at my pad watching TV and there’s a knock on my door.
it was her.
i was surprised and asked what she was doing at my place and she said, “i was in the neighborhood, thought i’d come say hello.” (first red flag). i let her in, we sat on the sofa talking. she finally said, “i know you like me, so are you gonna get over here and kiss me or not.”
game on.
we’re fooling around, her shirt and bra is off. i’m uh….applying digital stimulation. then she says, “God that feels good, but i don’t know about this.” i immediately stopped. got up, and walked into my bed room. i was 100% in “gonna fuck” mode. i needed to get my head together and i have a topless chick with her jeans to her knees on my sofa.
i walked back into the living room. she was still undressed. “you ok Danny?” i said, “i think you should probably leave. you don’t seem like you’re sure about this and i don’t want you to regret this.” she said nothing. she got dressed and i let her out.
2 weeks passed. i told ONE.PERSON about it. a girl. a lesbian girl that was a mutual friend. well one day i got told to report to chiefs office. there was my chief and the clinics security officer. i was asked about the incident. i told them it’s personal and was told by security “it’s not personal when ‘inappropriate behavior’ and ‘unwanted sexual advances’ charges are made
jaw, meet floor.
i then went into detail about the incident, though i REFUSED to make an “official” statement. i left the office and was in a daze for the rest of the day. i got a call from lesbian friend that found out i was talked to and informed me that she- the girl (the one that came to my place) told a girl, then girl told others, a few guys found out and started coming on to her since they heard she was DTF.
she accused me of coming on to her despite not wanting to do anything and NEVER mentioned showing up to my house. then i learned there was going to be an investigation and it didn’t look too good for me, a case was being made for me to be sent to DRB (disciplinary review board) to show the command takes this seriously. after DRB, you got to NJP (nonjudicial punishment-Mast).
i was fucked. i mean seriously fucked. my chief (a personal friend) told me the persons pushing for this were 2 female chiefs. but…..i was saved JUST 3 days before my scheduled DRB.
the lesbian friend made an official statement that my accuser admitted to her that she went to my house, came on to me, and i stopped when she mentioned “not being sure.” she had to SWEAR that her statement were true. i was let off the hook. guess what happened to my accuser.
NOTHING. not a damn thing. she was even rewarded with specialty training after she left for a job that pays VERY well on the outside.
the fact that women KNOW if they accuse a guy (true or not) the dude WILL get fucked over is so fucking misandrist thats it’s a joke. so this training pisses me off since they NEVER mention false accusation. men are always portrayed as predators or spineless dummies sitting on the bench when they witness SH.
but the navy is SERIOUS SERIOUS about inappropriate behavior now. don’t believe me….
current edition of navy times
wait…who’s objectifying? hypocrisy anyone?
and….THIS is happening. guess what the navy is celebrating this month?
so wait…..we now HAVE to celebrate this. seriously. the navy set aside time to do this. SERIOUSLY? we’re at fucking war. and THIS is what we’re focusing on. march CANNOT come soon enough. i mean, every department had a representative ask EVERYONE if there was anything in the workplace they found offensive, i told them the above board. no one ever got back to me, and said board is still up…
food for thought, you do the dishes.
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Nuking at Sea
Posted: June 19, 2013 Filed under: Drivel, Military 9 Commentsback on my ship in japan, we had a reservist OB/GYN nurse practioner come on board to go underway with us for 2 weeks.
two.weeks.
during that time she had my guys (i was sick-call supervisor at the time) doing all sorts of outlandish shit: making posters regarding “female health issues” a primary backdrop. i DID.NOT.like her. look, being at sea (as much as i liked it) can be relatively stressful. you typically work 6 days a week for around 12-16 hours a day. it requires manual labor, bad food, less than favorable living conditions, and sometimes- sea-sickness.
to have some fucking reservist come on board and fuck with our routine (and make extra work for my guys) pissed me off to no end. well one day, cuntessa decided to have have an inservice with all my guys to learn how we educate the crew on STD’s and birth control. everyone was staring at me. i nodded to give my approval to answer and the guys started chiming in with the various forms of birth control. she scrutinized EACH.ONE.
so….i order to take the pressure off my guys i said, “early withdrawl”. a few of my guys stiffled a giggle- they knew where this was going. the commander looked at me and informed me that EW is NOT a garaunteed method to prevent pregnancy. i replied-
“i’m 32 years old, don’t have any kids and i blast girls on the stomach and back when i’m done.”
the laughter could NOT be with-held at this one. my 3 girls hid their faces and my E6 turned around so he could laugh. she then followed with, “well it most certainly won’t prevent HIV, herpes, or gential warts.” i smiled and said, “what am i gonna do get them again?”
laughter erupted and the commander walked out.
my boy duran ran across the room and tackled me, “i fucking love you dude.” about 5 minutes later my medical offficer (a Captain) walked in, closed the door, and began pacing. finally he stopped and said, “i’m 32 years old, don’t have any kids and i blast girls on the stomach and back when i’m done. now WHO in this room would have said that. i can’t even begin to imagine.”
i had been on the ship over 2 years by this point- i was a tad salty. my medical officer turned and looked right at me. “i REALLY, truly, wonder.” i replied, ” sir, we do this 7 days a week, for hours a day…what is she really gonna teach us. she needs to stick to the posh food in the ward room and her comfy state-room and leave us alone, we have enough work to do.” my medical officer shot back, “oh well she no loger wants to be involved with you guys anymore. she made that clear.” i jumped off the exam table, “ok, then my work here is done. i’ll be in the ward watching tv.”
it was after normal work hours and we all lounged around the ward playing xbox and watching movies. this was OUR time, which is what pissed me off about the “training” even more. my guys talked about the “blasting girls” line for the rest of my time on the boat. it became one of the best sea stories ever. i once had someone call me out for not doing it and my girl janiea schooled him, “you obviously don’t know this man. and i was there- he sure as hell did say it.”
my medical officer was cool as shit. that incident was talked about for a while. while on a port visit i ran into my MO and senior chief having a beer. i sat down and we started BS’ing. the incident came up jokingly and i said, “you know. that crew (the ship’s crew) is MINE. they ask to see me by name, she was only going to be there for 2 weeks, i need to take care of those guys for another year. if i lose their trust by letting some non-rate reservist fuck with them, what do you think will happen?” my HMCS nodded and i said, “she’s serves 2 weeks a year, i do this shit for a living. besides, the crew hates her any way.” lol. “and if the other HM don’t see that i’mma look out for them- YOUR life is gonna suck. i need to keep them motivated and their morale high.”
i really wouldn’t have cared had she shown any interest in men’s health issues as well, but she was all woman’s health. well guess what: women only accounted for 15% of the 1200 man crew. i get it, she specializes in OB/GYN….
still- fuck her. she got what she deserved and WE got what we wanted- to left the fuck alone.
stay up.
The Best Therapy
Posted: May 30, 2013 Filed under: Alpha, Military, Wisdom 19 Commentsfirst and foremost, thank all of you for your condolences. the funeral’s after party was a blast and we were HAMMERED. just like Paw-Paw would have wanted.
i learned a few hours after he’d past the news that Paw-Paw had moved to the after life. initially, i was numb. i couldn’t think coherently. i was sitting in the house, just literally sitting there thoughtless when i got a text from a friend. when she learned about Paw-Paw she told me she was on her way over. i got another text that she was a block away and i told her i had unlocked the door for her and that she could just walk in.
she fumbled at the door and Brody ran screaming at her. when the door opened Brody went into welcome mode and she greeted him. i was staring at the tv and i heard, “you look awful.” i thanked her and i could see out the corner of my eye she was removing her shirt.
then her bra.
then her shorts.
i killed the last of my beer and she walked into the kitchen and grabbed me another. i heard the can crack open and she came to me. she set the beer down and told me to get up. i stood up and she sat in my spot and she motioned for me to sit. i sat in front of her and she draped her tiny arm over my shoulder and i could feel her tiny fingers tracing my neck and head.
eventually she started kissing my neck and i told her i didn’t want do anything. she didn’t say a word to me the rest of the night. she just stayed there, nurturing me, getting me fresh beers. at some point i guess my head was bobbing and she told me to go to bed. i don’t know what time it was, but i got up as she led me to the bed-room. as i laid down she went into the living room and shut all the lights out, then joined me in bed. she draped an arm and leg around me and i drifted off drunkenly.
i woke up to a blow job.
i NEVER sleep on my back, but as i regained consciousness i knew what was being done to me.
“good to see you awake Danny.”
i didn’t say a word. eventually she was riding me and when it was done she showered me. she wanted to bathe me, but i NEVER use the tub. after i was clean, she left. yeah……she fucked me then she left. asked me my plans for the family and told me she’d pray for me and my family. saturday i went to the hospital and got my emergency leave finalized.
that was florida.
i drove into NO a different man. i wasn’t sad, i was flooded with memories of my childhood and from the last few times i came home and stayed with him. eventually NO east bled into downtown and then into metairie. KENNER, i was back home in kenner. finally i exited power and turned onto vintage. that’s when Brody came alive. he KNEW we were close to mom’s. as i drove to my mother’s house all i could do was smile as i saw the 20 cars surrounding her house. my entire family was there.
drinking.
laughing.
eating.
the tio’s were talking about their childhood. my cousins and i were recalling childhood memories at Paw-Paws. i was home and we were doing what my family does best……
PARTYING. exactly what Paw Paw would have wanted.
i drove to her house around 9pm. i NEVER go over there unexpected (baby daddy bullshit). she came to the door with a “what the fuck” face. i told her i was home on emergency leave because Paw-Paw died and her face dropped. she took me inside and her daughter jumped into my lap. as i tried to be playful with daughter mom finally had grandma take her into another room. we talked for a moment and she asked me about my plans. she suggested i get a room that night. i knew what she was getting at.i told her the next night would be better since i had to be up early for the funeral.
i sat watching tv at 10 am the day after the funeral. she was showering. she was chattering post-coital woman-speak that i was trying to filter out as i watched Justin Wilson deftly concoct duck stew and wild rice. she stepped out the shower and dried her hair with the towel. i finally got off the bed and walked up behind her. i was looking at her reflection in the mirror and i started brushing her hair. she dropped her head and moaned as i stroked through her long black hair.
i commented that she looked amazing and she smiled. i traced my finger along the upper ridge of her towel and undid the fold. the towel dropped to the floor. i looked into her eyes via the mirror and said, “perfection.” she looked away and smiled and continued to brush her hair. after a few minutes she told me she wanted her towel and i told her no. she said she was getting cold and gave her permission to retowel. she took the brush and began blow drying her hair.
we made plans for lunch we had one more quickie before leaving the room and returning back to life. this is the illusion of the soft harem. the sex only exists when the sex goes down. once we go back into public, it’s an unspoken thing. we’re friends, nothing more, nothing less.
she asked me if i had plans to visit any other “friends” before i left. i told her no and she scoffed. i knew what she was doing. they ALL do this. they all know there are other women, be it in this state or the state i reside, but there are other’s. you must NEVER admit to having other’s. she’s the only star in your universe. treat her as such. but they usually only mention “other’s” behind closed doors. in public……
we’re just friends. asking about other’s is crossing a line. they know it’s a breach of protocol. since she’s not my gf, she has no business nosing too deep into my affairs (no pun intended).
i feel bad for my mom. i do. she want’s nothing more for me to settle down and have a little lady and have her pop out a kid or two. but that’s just not in the cards for now, and she know’s it. the women in my family are well aware of my extracurricular activities and they roll their eyes when i mention having “something to take care of”. hell, on this very night my sister spilled the beans to mom about the girls i was fucking back in junior high and high school. mom was STUNNED.
“YOU KNEW HE WAS DOING THAT!!!!!” she screamed at my sister. the table of woman my mom dances with erupted in laughter. mom’s mouth and eyes were wide open. my sister nodded and asked how she DIDN’T know. i was red-faced and my sides were hurting from me laughing. hell, even i thought she had a clue.
despite my loss, my sorrow, my grieving…..i have to be thankful that the women in life (family and “friend”) are good at taking care of me. and they apparently love doing it. me and my cousin Cherie (she used to babysit me and my sis) did a ton of talking and drinking after the funeral, she’s a GREAT woman and it was good to be there for her as she was also there for me. i’m truly blessed. again, thanks for the well wishes guys…..you rock a fat ass.
stay up.
YEAH YAH RITE!!!!!!!
one of Paw-Paw’s fave’s…..
Joining the Military
Posted: May 15, 2013 Filed under: Male Social Dynamics, Military, Wisdom 89 Commentsafter reading ETD and learning that Aaron would have joined the military and knowing the job market today whilst finishing my final year of active duty service….i think i can speak on this topic.
april 14th 1994 i left for boot-camp. but before that day, i had already made some SERIOUS choices regarding my time in. i was fortunate enough to have an uncle that retired navy and gave me some tips. here’s what he told me, and some of my suggestions.
know what type of work you want to do- nothing will make 5 years suck more than doing a job you have no interest in. on that note, choose a job that PAYS IN THE CIVILIAN WORLD. do you want to fix computers, work in electronics, medical, construction? have at least 3 fields in the back of your mind. if they offer you a field, ask for the card that gives job specifics. if at the end of the day, they don’t offer you a field you’re interested in…..tell them you’re sorry for wasting their time and walk away. realize…they just spent money on lab work, doctor’s to examine you, etc. they WANT you by this point. call their bluff, and walk. of course, this MAY not work since we have such a shitty economy right now; hence my suggesting you have a few fields open.
a few i know of that do well- biomedical technician, air electronics, radiology technician, air mechanics, mechanic- general, information technology (IT), nuclear medicine- better be good in math, interior communications- basically a cable guy, ultrasound technician, MRI tech, paralegal, and i haven’t even gotten into the SPEC-OP’s stuff yet.
now you have to choose your service. first off, let me say…..avoid the air force. i only say this since they have a history of fucking you over on your field of choice. they’ll sign you up as going to “whatever” MOS, but if it’s not available when you finish bootcamp…..you’ll do your first 5 years doing whatever they can’t give away. had a friend join the AF and signed on as a bio-med tech. he went to bootcamp, then found out he was going to fix ejector seats on jets- in phoenix arizona, for the next 5 years. he got out when his time was up.
the other services GUARANTEE you your field of choice.
ARMY- the good news; afghanistan is winding down. so the deployments are slimming down as well. the only thing with the army is that you get trained in a very specific field. say you want to work in medical. well WHAT in medical do you want to do? if you want to be an ortho tech….you’ll be putting casts on for 5 years. auto mechanic- you’ll be in the motor pool fixing cars/trucks/tanks/helo’s/planes (based on what you want to fix). the good news is, as long as you do well on your PFT, and don’t become a discipline case; you WILL advance quickly. expect to make E7 (senior enlisted) in 10 years. that’s pretty damn good money. and the more rank you get, the less you work in your given field and work more in management.
USMC- basically the same as the army, you just get a prettier uniform and you have access to better pussy- especially if you get stationed in pendleton. FACT- marines get MAD PUSSY. plus you WILL be trained in the best enlisted combat available. army are soldiers, but marines are fucking warriors. in the marines, you are either division or group. division are the grunts….badasses (and they pride themselves on that), and group (POG’s) does all the other work in the USMC- mechanics, admin, computers, etc. there’s no medical jobs in the USMC though, which leads us to……..
NAVY- i chose navy since Paw-Paw was in it, and my uncle is a retired E7. realize with the navy you have the real possibility of SEA DUTY- going to a ship. many rates (navy jobs) are sea duty heavy and the sea/shore rotation is harsh. my ex was an ET (electronics tech) and her sea/shore rotation was 5/2 (5 years on a ship, 2 years shore). YEAH. DO NOT accept a rate until you have “seen the card” (a placard that explains the job). choosing a job is the last part of enlisting. DO NOT accept navy apprenticeship. you will be a slave until you get an “A” school. “A” school is just formal job training in either seaman, air, and fireman skills. look it up, i’m not going into detail. just don’t apprentice- they’ll sell it as “a way to see what you want to do.” tell them you want an A school. PERIOD. and if you’re wondering what i do in the navy- i’m a Corpsman. i was a 0000 (general duty) and now i’m an 8452 (advanced radiography tech). HM (corpsman) offers some VERY lucrative fields of work, and the best general medical training you could ask for. you get trained in the basics then learn on the job more advanced skills. and you are EXPECTED to excel….because that what HM’s do.
5 years will suck if you’re doing a job you have no interest in. and make sure you can get a job as a civilian in the field you choose. that’s the strongest point of the military- REAL.LIFE.JOB.TRAINING. companies LOVE hiring military folk. FACT. plus they’ll pay for college and give you 30 days of vacay time a year. now…..a word of advice.
DO.NOT.GET.MARRIED!!!!!!!! you’re there to get your shit together, not land a wife and possibly land in MGTOW hell. DO.NOT.GET.A.WOMAN.PREGNANT. you will not believe how many couples meet in boot camp/job training and get married after knowing each other for 2-3 months. YES. i’m serious. shit amazed me when i saw it unfold. and it STILL happens. i had a LOOOOOOOOOONG talk with my nephew when i learned he joined the army. and avoiding marriage was a HUGE talking point. look, you’re there to learn a skill and be employable as a civilian, fuck all you want, just avoid marriage. ok.
BOOTCAMP- aaaaaaah yes. 2 months of deconstruction. look boot camp is a mind fuck. they break you down to build you up. get yer ass in shape as best as you can before hand in the form of- push ups, sit ups, pull ups, and running. run 2 miles (army/navy) and 3 miles (USMC). in boot camp, the most important meal is breakfast. DO.NOT eat the eggs. eat cereal (preferably raisin bran) and drink coffee for the first 2-3 weeks. realize- you will NOT shit for the first 2 weeks. this is why i recommend the diet i do until you shit. once you shit, eat whatever.
DO.NOT be an individual during boot camp. every company has a “bug”; that guy that fucks it up for the entire company, the “gomer pyle” in full metal jacket. DON’T BE THAT GUY!!!!!!! don’t worry about being the best, just do your best. you quit, they fuck with you and you become a mark. you CAN do what they’re asking you, so never quit. keep your head in the game and just focus on what you need to do that day. that’s the best advice i can give. my nephew said after graduating boot camp he felt like he could do anything, and that his approach anxiety died. he didn’t give a fuck, he just went for it…..and pulled/s like a champ.
Aaron mentioned the retirement pension aspect. YEAH. realize it’s not going to be good for you like it is for me. i joined in 1994, i will get 1/2 of my base pay for a pension. it’s changed now, and i don’t know exactly how it works. ask your recruiter. and DO NOT trust a recruiter who pushes you. my recruiter was cool, he was informative and didn’t try to push me in any direction. keep your eye on your 6. lol.
SPEC-OPS- let’s be honest. some of you are wolves and want to kill and be general bad asses. i took the test to determine if i could go to BUDS (Basic Underwater Demolition School- SEAL training) and NAILED IT. well, i know guys in the SPEC-OPS field. get along well with them. if you decide to go this path, COMMIT to it. it will be the hardest thing you ever do. it will push you PAST your limit. NEVER QUIT. push through it. remember- the only easy day was yesterday.
so- choose the right service, the right field, and bang out your first 5 years and determine if you want to stick with it. if you decide to do 20, figure out the quickest way to E9 (top enlisted rank) or a commission (becoming an officer). take advantage of exotic locales for duty stations (overseas duty OWNS), and see as much as you can. i’m my 19 years i’ve had a blast. seen some pretty morbid shit, but that’s the job i chose; so, no regrets.
also, realize, IF you get married while on active duty; the woman you marry has access to 1/2 your pension after a certain amount of time being married. i thought it was after 10 years, but i’m being told by some it’s 15. then the state you married in has a say in it. look, personally…..i’d NEVER get married while on active duty. NEVER. besides i have serious game, thusly i am never deprived of female attention.
and lastly….WOMEN. military women SUCK by and large. i’ll fuck a military woman, but i’d NEVER commit to one. a military 7 is a civilian hard 5/soft 6. and you will see white-knight’s and beta’s like a motherfuck. seriously. you will witness 4′s being white-knighted and pedalstalized like victoria’s secrets models. YES, you have some cool girls, but the ratio is probably 1:20. learn game, get laid (it’s easy in the military- just don’t get a chick preggers), and learn all you can. you’d be amazed at what you can accomplish by the time you’re 22-23. i joined at 20. and by 25 i was ready to take on the world. now- i’m 39, and about to get a pension along with memories that i could never get anywhere else- from all over the world.
if you choose to join up, PLEASE email me with any questions. i’ll do my best to answer any specific questions. hope this post helped some of you.
stay up.
i’m seksi and i know it. goofing off at xray school in san deezy
the radiology crew in Spain.
shooting shit on my ship.
OH. i have a question for you guys. SunShineMary made a t-shirt for the blog. well, i was thinking of have shirts made. IF you guys are willing to purchase one, let me know and i’ll have them made. the support from you guys means the world to me. if you’d be willing to buy a Dannyfrom504 shirt from me directly……please let me know. i appreciate it.
AAAAW SHIT…..
Posted: April 19, 2013 Filed under: Drivel, Military, The Klonapin Kroniclez 24 Commentsunless you’ve been living under a rock for the last week, it’s been an “interesting” week. and while i wouldn’t go so far as to even THINK that the shit has hit the fan or is about to; one thing today has me scared as fuck. or at very least…..concerned.
a 19 year old has managed to shut down an ENTIRE major US city. if this DOESN’T concern you or you don’t understand WHY i’d be concerned- enjoy the herd, the hay’s to the right.
as are more than one fellah (and some females) in this community, i’m a prepper. i am. being from Louisiana i’m a natural at it. how? EASY. i grew up in a Cajun and Mexican home. on more than one occasion in my life i’ve had to go without creature comforts for over a week (hurricane) along with 6-7 other family members. living in Italy, i didn’t have central heat and air for 3 years.
right now. as we speak, if we lost ALL public services…..i could easily stay bugged in for 6-7 months. hell i wouldn’t even need to access my food bank, i could hunt/trap an endless food source- squirrel and rabbits. yup. i also have a VERY unique skill set: trauma management specialist, and i’m a DAMN good medic that can treat 90% of the maladies you may fall ill to.
so, as a “prepper”, what would i THINK could happen? i see 3 possibly 4 events: economic collapse, pandemic, invasion, or ZOMBIES (don’t fucking sleep on the fucking zombies).
one thing i LOVE about the Sphere is all the bloggers are knowledgeable in at least ONE thing. and i’ve never been much of a finance guy (i have BAD dyslexia and could never get past college algebra), thus not having a degree. so i’ve been going to Cappy Cap’s site a lot lately to get muh learn on financially.
WHY, do you ask.
well a week ago i got a letter from TSP (navy’s Thrift Savings Program) which is the navy’s version of a 401K and learned the over 47K i’ve invested will get me $200 a month once i’m 65. FUCK.THAT. i have already made plans on what i will do with my TSP once i retire (use it to buy land and my travel trailer, they can’t punish me purchasing those 2 items). so i’m gonna buy something i NEED.
well after reading some of Cap’s posts (great blog, and you should REALLY check out the podcasts…Aaron, i loff ever time you clear your throat) and made a decision today. during my lunch i hit a coin shop and bought $200 in pre-1964 quarters and 1/2 dollars. i will do this with each pay check i get from here out. i am now finally a bloody pirate. GAAAAAAAARRRRR!!!!!! if an economic collapse happens i will give 2 fucks about my bank account (see the recent events in cyprus). i also have a decent amount of seeds to grow my own food.
and i also buy 1 bottle of generic everclear on base twice month to make berry flavored moonshine. the new currencies will be booze, tobacco and trade items. and i know how to make wine from fruit juice. however this will only be useful during an economic crisis. do your own home work and find out what happened in British history after WWII. so, i’m buying silver. i giddily showed it off too. now it’s hidden.
as a seasoned EMT (which i was an EMT instructor), i can tell you emergencies can CRACK a poor constitution. i had to keep a 2 week old infant alive for 20 minutes in an ambulance that had an allergic reaction to formula. WORST 20 minutes of my life. seriously fucked me up for a while. but as a navy Corpseman, i’ve had to participate in MANY mass casualty drills- of all types. in a pandemic….DO NOT go to a hospital. they will be overrun, stay indoors and only go out if you need to. limiting exposure is the best bet. any “control centers” are going to be FLOODED. which leads to-
food, water, “creature comforts”.
i have probably 500 cans of food, 4 cases of MRE’S (Meals Ready to Eat- very caloric), sternos, 30 gallons of water, TONS of tp (that’ll be worth MAJOR fundage), candles (GOTTA have candles), camp site shower, water filter and purification tabs, wet naps, medicine (including VERY powerful antibiotics) but get motrin and aspirin, ammo, and weapons. during a hurricane as a kid, my job was to clean and fill the tubs with water, then seal them in heavy duty plastic (to keep dust and dirt out). water is WAAAAAAAY more important than food. if SHTF, i could live off ONE can of food a day and ration my water. so i really don’t need to leave the house.
as an active duty Corpseman, let me tell you this- the military is stretched THIN and the national guard will protect the civil politicians. YOU- not so much. so IF we get invaded (please tell me you don’t think we’re ripe to be attacked) you’re on your own. also, the gov’t is working to disarmed vet’s that have “mental health issues”. seriously. if you happen to live in a major city….good luck. in a SHTF event, mob rule will be the new law. you got, they want it, they take it. PERIOD. as i’ve said before, i’ll be living in a travel trailer on some acres in texas. after reading Dirt Cheap Survival Retreat i KNEW for once that THIS was something i’d want to do. the book is an easy read and truly a testament to MGTOW. M.D. Creekmore parked a cheap travel trailer on junk land as a family camp site. well, after a divorce and losing his job, he had no where to go. he ended up living on his campsite for what was SUPPOSED to be a temporary time. but ended up homesteading and finding “true contentment and purpose” for the first time in his life. i highly recommend giving it a read.
as for zombies, well…that’s easy. guns and board up the house. OR just watch “walking dead” and learn. and remember, you make noise….you draw them in, so piercing/slashing weapons are your best bet. you want a quiet kill. i’ll be rocking the bow. lol.
so sit back, relax, enjoy the decline, and ride the apocalypse. And yes, I am watching some trauma porn on the news. Lol.
And for the record, if SHTF feminists will find out just how bad a state they will be in since they’ve cowed most men. Your gender equality BS won’t save you from the horde…..nor will I.
stay up.
Navy Standards
Posted: April 15, 2013 Filed under: Drivel, Military 16 Commentsi have to do my weigh in for my bi-annual physical fitness test. for the record, i’m 64″ and weigh 130-132lbs. per the navy-
Male
Maximum Allowable Weight Chart
Height (inches) Maximum Allowable Weight
57 127
58 131
59 136
60 141
61 145
62 150
63 155
64 160
65 165
66 170
67 175
68 181
69 186
70 191
71 196
72 201
73 206
74 211
75 216
76 221
77 226
78 231
79 236
80 241
Female
Maximum Allowable Weight Chart
Height (inches) Maximum Allowable Weight
51 102
52 106
53 110
54 114
55 118
56 123
57 127
58 131
59 136
60 141
61 145
62 149
63 152
64 156
65 160
66 163
67 167
68 170
69 174
70 177
71 181
72 185
73 189
74 194
75 200
76 205
77 211
78 216
79 222
80 227
81 233
82 239
83 245
84 251
85 257
86 263
MALES: AGE 20 TO 24 YEARS
PERFORMANCE POINTS CURL PUSH 1.5-MILE SWIM
CATEGORY UPS UPS RUN 500-YD 450-M
“Maximum” 100 105 87 8:30 6:30 6:20
Outstanding 90 98 81 9:15 7:30 7:20
Excellent 75 87 71 10:30 8:45 8:35
Good 60 58 47 12:00 11:30 11:20
Satisfactory 45 46 37 13:30 13:00 12:50
Failure <45 <46 13:30 >13:00 >12:50
FEMALES: AGE 20 to 24 YEARS
PERFORMANCE POINTS CURL PUSH 1.5-MILE SWIM
CATEGORY UPS UPS RUN 500-YD 450-M
Maximum 100 105 48 9:47 7:15 7:05
Outstanding 90 98 44 11:30 8:45 8:35
Excellent 75 87 39 13:15 10:00 9:50
Good 60 58 21 14:15 13:15 13:05
Satisfactory 45 46 16 15:30 14:30 14:20
Failure <45 <46 15:30 >14:30 >14:20
so basically, i could weight up to 160lbs (and i’d be a fat fuck if i ever got that high) and a girl of the same height could weigh up to 156. also not the difference in sit ups (curl ups), push ups, and run time. yet we’re indoctrinated that women are just as physically capable as men.
ok.
stay up.
Happy Berfdae to MEEEEEE!!!!!
Posted: January 24, 2013 Filed under: Drivel, Military 55 Commentsjust a quick post to say thank you to all you guys that sent me well-wishes on my birthday (jan 21). today i picked up my present to myself and i’m happier than an 8 year old girl with a new pony.
can you tell how happy i am?
what you are seeing me lovingly embrace is a MAC-10. it holds 32 .45 caliber rounds. kicks like a BITCH. never really wanted to get into the .45 platform….but i’ve ALWAYS wanted a MAC; ever since i was a kid. NEVER thought i’d ever be able to own one; so when i saw the opportunity (legally of course), i jumped right on deck. can’t wait to go home in a week and drop brass on target.
yeah me. and again, thank you everyone. i appreciate you reading.
as a thank you. i’m allowing you readers to name the new lass in my stable. suggest a name for her (yes, it must be a girls name) in the comment section. i’ll pick the name i think is best and give full credit to the reader.
[edit- can you believe this beast weighs MORE than my tricked out Smith and Wesson M&P-15. thats the first thing my friends commented on when they picked it up. it's ALL.METAL. ooops, my dick just hard again.]
stay up.
New Years Eve PTSD
Posted: January 5, 2013 Filed under: Drivel, Military 11 CommentsSo…..New Years Eve, I woke up in a great mood. I went to my local had a beer and said hi to a few friends and grabbed a bite to eat. Then I dropped about $150 on fireworks. Mostly- mortars. You drop them in the plastic tube, light the fuse, and stand back. They fire about 50 feet then burst into a huge blast of colors.
Now for my neighbors are fucking nuts. Seriously, The fact that they’re raising kids is fascinating. For new years we have a massive block-party. The adults get RIPPED!!!!The kids, well….interestingly enough there’s a ton of girls between the ages 8-13 and it’s their jobs to coral the kiddo’s and lord over them. So right after midnight we decided to set the fireworks off. Well all gathered in front of a guys house, I passed out the bottle rockets.
Guy rule- He who purchases the fireworks get to light them. Thusly, I was in control of the mortars.
Logical Guy Rule- the LEAST inebriated SHOULD be lighting the duty explosives.
The mortars ROCKED. And we were having a great time. Now, I had had about 4 beers and was the few NOT in the middle of a black out. We sat in the yard about 20 feet from the middle of the street where we firing the guy that lives across came running over to us and a few seconds later
BOOM!!!!!!!
There was an immediate slight secondary concussion blast that actually could be felt. Turns out, he lit one of the mortars outside of the tube. The kinetic energy the propels the mortar skyward was released into the open space. That was it. No turning back. Dr. Banner had left the building.
“WHAT THE FUCK MAN!!!!” There was complete silence. The guy didn’t realize the mortar was a mortar. And of course, he was drunk. We finished with the mortars, fortunately…..there were only about 3. Then we went inside. You see, once my PTSD gets triggered, I need to be alone to decompress. I stayed in the house for about 15 minutes, before I just HAD to leave. I walked home, and watched tv.
Around 2am I got a text from a girl I invited out. Her bestie was in town but passed out and she wanted to drop by. I ended up texted back that it just wasn’t a good time. She asked if I had a girl over. Lol. I told her my PTSD was acting up and I needed to be alone. My phone rang about 2-3 minutes later. “Danny, are you gonna be ok.”
Aaaaaw. How sweet.
I explained that I was going to be fine, it always passes. This is what I find adorable about civilian girls. Guys know about it, and just get kind of “well, damn, that sucks.” They understand male aggression and never question when I say I need to be alone. Girls on the other hand, get curious and empathetic. The nurture switch get’s flipped.
My FMF (Fleet Marine Force) guys that have been in the suck are pretty much the only ones that can relate. I was in the ER explaining to 2 FMF guys that have been in Afghanistan with Division what had happened and they wanted to know if I hit the guy. The funny thing is, whenever I talk with other PTSD guys and I explain the travel trailer on 10 acres in Texas with my buddy (an HMCS FMF guy) is parking a travel trailer about a mile or so from where I’ll be we’re sharing the property, and he’s been my boy since 1999. I told him about my plan and he immediately wanted in. He, like me, isn’t married or has kids. He’s an old Cajun boy. Lol. But all the FMF guys I know LOVE my idea for retirement.
So now you know why I didn’t post and had to leave a throwaway. But don’t worry.
All good now. Anyone seen my crayons?
As a palate cleanser i found a vidyah of Bronan and Nate’s grandmother.
Stay up
Training for when TSHTF
Posted: December 27, 2012 Filed under: Drivel, Military 27 Commentssince the world is gonna end soon i figured it’s my job to help you guys. now he rolls the rem 870, i prefer the mossburg 500 because of where the safety rests (up by the thumb). i recommend handling both and making your own call. however the go to defense shotgun is either the remington 870 or mossburg 500-HANDS DOWN; you make the call. as for 7.62, i agree. i’ve taken the AK to louisiana and plinked full paint cans and they popped 4-5 feet in the air. like he says, it’s not the most accurate, but it is 100% pure stopping power at medium range. you get hit with an AK in the leg, and the lower half of your leg will be gone. i actually prefer my semi-auto to an full-on auto since i can compensate to reset my targeting. watch the video as he opens it up- notice how he has to constantly readjust. i don’t like that. i prefer taking a shot, retargeting, and shooting again. rinse repeat. and like he said, this gun DOES NOT JAM. it WILL fire every time. to me, that’s a huge plus for non military types. and trust me, it’s a VERY SIMPLE design, ANYONE can learn to use it in less than 5 minutes. as for the rem 700, i don’t like bolt action, but i have fired that gun and it is VERY reliable and accurate, and it’s not like i’m the best shooter out there.
ZOMBIEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!
oh, my birthday is next month and if you’re keeping score, i’d like THIS for my birthday.
and if you’re REEEEEEALY trying to win me over, you’ll get me one of these-
[EDIT- OK.....FINE. here are my ladies]
AK, turkey/duck gun, deer gun, 22. my 9 is in there as well.
S&W M&P15. scoped out and layered.
home defense mossburg
Klonapin Kroniclez- I Haez the Watch
Posted: December 26, 2012 Filed under: Military, The Klonapin Kroniclez 14 Commentswhat did danny do for christmas…..sure, i’ll play along.
i woke at 6am, was out the door at 0615 and arrived at the hospital around 0645, and got to the quarterdeck at 0700. one of my guys didn’t show up and my boss was having a fit and it was throwing me off. i FINALLY got a replacement and i had all 4 my guys.
0800 is colors. i ALWAYS do colors during a holiday because we have to fly the HUGE flag. the formation is- the American flag goes in front, then the MIA flag, i was in the rear. when the trumpet sounds the 5 minute mark, i ordered the detail to march forward, and we approached the flagpole and i set up the flags. the 2 others held the flags. when the Star Spangled banner began you quickly raise the flag and the other 2 HM’s saluted. i secured the flag and saluted. when the music ends i reformed the formation and we marched back to the hospital.
at the top of each hours i make rounds. i checked the ER and it was dead. finally 2-3 hours later i check the inpatient areas and only maternal infant unit was really busy. cool. around 1300 i decided to blow off some steam, so i took securities cart for a spin to do “external rounds”. that little fucker gets up to 30 mph. i zipped around the hospital grounds searching for “the bad guys”. i heard the theme music for “mission impossible” was racing in my head.
i report to 2 people and 2 people only. one, i RARELY see. i sit in my little office and let my guys do their thing. basically my job is to put out fires before they get big. i have to know EVERYTHING going on. it was dead until about 2-3 hours before shift change. then a fuck up grenade went off. the code blue pager test had 2 people not respond, and one on the code caesar pager test. don’t ask. i had a red cross message come in, but it wasn’t going to affect my shift. ok. then we did evening colors and i did that too. the flag CANNOT touch the ground and one of my guys in xray wanted to watch it go down. when it was over, i explained morning and evening colors to him.
then radiology got SLAMMED. i left the QD and went over to radiology to help out. then, after they got caught up, i went back to the QD for the last hour.OH…..did i mention i got called to the ER for excessive spiders on the ambulance bay ceiling. yeah. THAT’S the type of odd shit i was dealing with all day. i had my 2nd hand man make sure the log was in order.
by this point my office smelled like a fucking sewer because food had been sitting there all day, and one of the guys at the front desk kept shitting himself and it would filter back to my office. so basically, i spent the last hour running around keeping shit from getting out of hand.
FINALLY 12 hours had passed and my duty crew’s relief showed up. i DO NOT leave until all my guys are done. that’s kind of old school Navy shit. all my guys were finally gone and my boss told me i could go. i walked out the hospital around 1945.
so basically, i spent 0730-1500 yesterday doing my job, then 12 hours today standing chief of the day (COD) watch.
i stopped off for beer and my Christmas tradition of grabbing some chinese food and beer.
merry fucking Christmas. God bless the US Navy. oh, and i feel the need to explain that i ALWAYS stand watch on christmas day.
stay up.
Daddy at work.
Apocalypse Man
Posted: November 28, 2012 Filed under: Alpha, Military 8 CommentsRudy Reyes was a Recon Marine during the first Iraq war. he was “Fruity Rudy” in generation kill. well, since the SHTF moment may be just around the corner, i thought i’d post this. i’m all about self-reliance, and all my FMF pals loved this documentary. i think i know a blogger who’ll watch it wide-eyed as well. lol.
ladies, i’d like you to take notice and ask yourself, “who/what will protect you if the state can’t?” now realize, most men today are neutered.
stay up.
[edit- don't forget to watch fox and friends tomorrow at 6:00am to hear the manosphere going public. i'll be DVR'ing it.]
