Pat Riot

Funny, I don’t want them here either. And I agree with you 100% I think anyone says they hate this country and they want to leave should be afforded that opportunity. They have spoken and recorded their desire to relinquish their citizenship. They should be brought in front of a judge then given a reasonable amount of time to settle their affairs or have someone settle their affairs for them. If they do not have another country they can go to they can go to Guantanamo until they get things sorted out. Judging by the political statements and the leanings of many in the entertainment industry they could exit into Cuba from there or perhaps get passage to China, Laos, Vietnam, or North Korea and feel right at home in their fantasy lands. Oh, and they cannot come back. They publicly relinquished their citizenship.

Scroll to the 4:00 mark if you want to see the actual stunt. Years ago I wanted to make a roller coaster Luge Sled with wheels to do something similar. I rode a motorcycle daily and Canyon Bombed on my bike on the weekends, went rock and cliff climbing, surfed storm surf, but this, my friends all said, was nuts. Go figure. Besides, no amusement park on the west coast would let me try it. I checked. I guess I needed the backing of “Reality TV” producers 30-40 years into the future. I just didn’t have a Time Machine.

This image that appears in Slim’s link is no 900 pound Dolphin, hence my comment about AP News. Screenshot from OP above and here: https://apnews.com/article/dolphin-boat-zealand-fishing-northland-bottlenose-421fbe9a3175eea93159238dfcad61b1 This video shows the actual 900 pound dolphin. https://wsvn.com/news/us-world/one-moment-calm-waters-the-next-a-900-pound-dolphin-landed-on-their-boat/

Hi, my name is Pat and I am a speeder. The crowd responds “Hi Pat” I will flash my lights to warn others. I got pulled over for it in California years ago. Officer asked why I flashed my lights. I said “To let people know about your speed trap.” He said “You are interfering with the duties of the police. You can be ticketed” I said “Write my ticket then I will see you in court and you can explain why you pulled over a non speeder. Seems like you could be catching speeders but instead you’re here busting my chops.” He took my papers and went back to his car to run wants and warrants then let me stew there for 25 minutes. I have no idea what he was doing but he came back and let me go with a warning. I guess I won, but I was a half hour late to the party I was headed to. I wholeheartedly agree with @Cypress Sun It’s not about safety. It’s about revenue. Period. I meant my first statement. I am a speeder and I will be until I can’t drive any longer.

900 pounds must be exaggerated. 400, maybe. Unless AP uses a different scale…Oh, wait…It’s AP. Of course it’s exaggerated. Unless that dolphin they’re showing is just a stock image.

I was the only GM that got Wardroom duty out of the ones I knew. Everyone else got the Mess Decks. One of my buddies ticked off the Chief and he got 90 days of deep sink duty. Mess duty was long hours and no days off. I recall many days of doing breakfast, lunch, dinner and Mid-Rats when we were short handed. Hit the rack around 01:30 then back at it again at 04:00. Good Times

In port, in Norfolk, VA, I was mess cranking. In the Wardroom. For dinners I would make the salads. On Sundays the officers on duty would invite their wives or girlfriends aboard for dinner. All of us on the Wardroom mess crew would go out of our way to make sure the meals with the Ladies aboard were a little extra special. I always made the salads especially good with a variety of vegetables. One Monday after one of these “special” dinners a Lieutenant comes into the Mess and wants to know who made the salads for the dinner the night before. We all thought by his demeanor that he was there to compliment our efforts. I stepped forward and said “I make the salads, Sir” and the cooks and mess cranks all nodded in agreement. This Lt. proceeds to berate me up one side and down the other for wasting food that he has to pay for and being single he shouldn’t have to pay for me to impress the other officer’s wives. The Ladies did love my salads and I was complimented a number of times in this regard. I responded “With all due respect, Sir, you are the first to complain or instruct me that my salad preparation is wasteful. I do not report to you and I will promptly inform the Supply Officer of your concerns.” I wanted to say so much more but decided I liked the ability to go on Liberty occasionally. The 2nd class Petty Officer that we reported to stepped up and told the Lt that he would insure the Supply Officer was made aware as soon as he spoke to the Sr. Chief about this. At this point the Lieutenant appeared uneasy but maintained his composure as he exited the Mess area. My 2nd class then informed me that most officers hated dealing with the Supply Officer, a Commander, because he was obtuse and unforgiving. Also, the Sr. Chief was one vindictive SOB and no one messed with his cooks or mess cranks. The Lieutenant apparently got a serious butt chewing by the Supply Officer and as luck would have it the Lt had weekend duty that upcoming weekend. On Friday the Supply Officer himself pulled me to the side and told me that I was to make individual salads and not do the salad bar set up that I normally did and if the Lieutenant requested a salad he was to get a salad reflective of his concerns for his own budget and the paying of his meals. Saturday at dinner that Lt got a shredded lettuce salad. Everyone else got a very nice personal salad. At the end of dinner he appeared at the galley window and threw his salad at me. I grinned. Sunday at dinner he verbally requested a salad at the galley window and said “It better be better than last nights.” It was. I added a chunk of carrot and a slice of tomato. I also didn’t shred the leaves of lettuce as he stated he hated shredded lettuce. Luckily this was an officers only dinner. No wives aboard. Upon my serving of the Lieutenant his salad he flipped out. He stood up and threw a tantrum like a bratty little kid. Then stormed out of the Wardroom. The next day I was called into the Executive Officer’s Stateroom. My Petty Officer said “It’s been nice working with you.” When I left the Mess. At the time I didn’t know he was messing with me. I quickly ran to my berthing and changed into my dress uniform and then reported to the XO’s quarters. I knocked 3 times and was told to come in. I entered and it looked like a tribunal. I just knew I was screwed. The XO was there as was the Supply Officer, the Weapons Officer (my boss’ boss’ boss) my Division Officer, the MS Sr Chief and the dreaded Lieutenant. I stood at attention in front of the XO’s desk. He immediately told me to stand at ease and then said “Gunners Mate Seaman (my last name) Lieutenant (so and so) has something he would like to say to you.” With this the Lieutenant approached and I turned to face him. His face was a bit red. He straightened and looked very serious and he called me by my last name and then said “Please accept my sincerest apology for the way I have recently treated you.” I smiled and said “I accept your apology, Sir and I apologize for my substandard salads this past weekend.” At this everyone laughed and that was the end of The Salad Drama. Afterwards the XO told me to continue doing my usual good job and that was that. That Lieutenant never complained again as long as I was on mess duty - the longest 90 days of my life.

In port the officers had to pay for their food. At sea it was on the Navy.

I wonder if the skeleton is an indicator of the robot downfall of the human race?… When Mars Attacks!

Charlie, If you can find some Winchester AA Low Recoil Target 12 Gauge Ammo give it a try. It really is a reduced recoil load but still has enough punch for CAS shotgun targets. https://www.midwayusa.com/product/2900197404/ https://www.cabelas.com/shop/en/winchester-aa-low-recoil-low-noise-target-loads-shotshells https://www.sportsmans.com/shooting-gear-gun-supplies/ammunition-ammo-for-hunting-shooting-sports/shotgun-ammo-hunting-shooting-sports/winchester-aa-12-gauge-2-34in-8-1oz-target-shotshells-25-rounds/p/307986 If we lived closer I’d give you a box or 3 to try out. Also, try AmmoSeek - check shipping thermometers on right side of page. https://ammoseek.com/ammo/12-gauge/Winchester-shotgun?ikw=Low recoil

I remember seeing those Caddies in 1972 when I was a kid in 6th grade. They weren’t all spray painted up then.

Surprise Lilies - they blossom at the strangest times and rarely that same week each year.

I took my Glocks and Glones (Glock clones) out to the range today. Those little polymer targets are a lot of fun. Dance them out across the range. Good for exercise retrieving them too.

Red Shoukdered Hawk landed in my neighbor’s tree a little while ago.

Both videos are inaccurate in the Navy of the late 70’s to early 80’s. Officers and enlisted technically eat the same food at sea but not cooked or prepared the same. Food in the Wardroom is prepared by dedicated more talented cooks and only squared away Seamen as mess cranks. Food on the mess deck is prepared by trained, but perhaps talented cooks and your more average E-1s through E-3s. Wardroom - 2 cooks and 4 mess cranks to 30 officers. Mess Deck - 10 or 12 cooks and 20 mess cranks to 300-400 enlisted. The officers do eat on better tableware or dinnerware, but rarely on finer china type tableware unless in port and for special occasions. A perfect analogy to Officers vs Enlisted food preparation is the episode from MASH where Hawkeye becomes the KP officer for the camp. EDIT: I can’t believe I found it.

I’d sooner pull my own teeth out.

You make a very good point regarding milk on Mars or where ever.

Pops, it’s SUPER BABY!

The Challenge Red Bellied Woodpecker vs Squirrel As soon as I snapped this photo the squirrel stomped his front feet and the woodpecker flew off. This is the one and only time I have ever seen a woodpecker on the ground. PS: Why they call these birds “red belled woodpeckers” is beyond me. I think marijuana was involved.

Depends…define “fresh”.

Why do I get the feeling that Lab Grown Milk is like Media Grown Bull Sh**? There is some connection to the real thing but deep down there is something hidden and very wrong.

Sounds like the name of a Heavy Metal band.

Years ago I had a brand new Mazda GLC. Whenever you let off the gas when driving it sounded like the horn blew. The EGR valve had malfunctioned and had to be replaced.

A sprit airliner flying over our rail shop in LA Another airliner flying over our rail shop in LA