Former Marine, retired Firefighter/Paramedic, dad, husband, meme thief.
Oh, and have a useless college education.
Civilized debates with leftists are welcome.
Today, on my final day as Director of National Intelligence, I’m releasing never-before-seen communications and documents exposing how Dr. Fauci provided millions in US taxpayer dollars to fund dangerous gain-of-function research at the Wuhan lab, worked with politicized elements within the Intelligence Community to suppress the truth about his actions and hide the virus’ lab-leak origins, and lied to Congress while under oath in 2024. It’s time you know the truth.
https://t.co/3YJSstB7d4
A message from an Iranian inside Occupied Iran to the terrorist Islamic Regime:
"America and Trump may overlook your faults and come to an agreement with you. But we will not forget as long as the world exists what scoundrels you are. We will not forget what calamities you have brought upon our people, what scars you have left in our hearts.
We have a score with you that can only be settled in one way: with "revenge".
We are your enemies forever."
I didn’t know any of these guys. The crew of the B-52 at Edwards.
But, then again, I do. I’ve experienced it too many times in my life. It’s part of the life we choose, and we know that, but it hurts like hell when it happens.
Rest in peace, brothers. God Bless. 🙏✝️🇺🇸❤️
Because foreign men raped and tortured these children, no celebrity, no media personality, no politician, no talk show host, and no streamer will speak about it.
There will be no speeches at the Golden Globes. There are no mass protests. Almost no one in any position of influence will dare touch the subject.
This silence was the intended result of years spent teaching people to fear being called racist. The word was used as a weapon to make them afraid to say what they see. It was used as a weapon to rape and torture these children.
These same foreigners can rape children with animals while the bet on it. They can kill them in the streets their parents once walked safely. People will stay silent.
The reality is, if White men had done this, it would be the biggest story in the world. It would be taught in schools as a crime against children that must never be forgotten. I personally can't remember anything that compares to it within our generation.
But because these men belong to groups within the "diversity" umbrella, the people who think themselves brave and progressive choose to stay quiet.
London’s most jaw‑dropping hidden gem… inside a working hospital?!
You’d never guess this 18th-century masterpiece is tucked inside St Bartholomew’s Hospital, London’s oldest working hospital since 1123.
#TomcatTails Number 72
#TomcatTuesday
“I Look SO Cool In These Shades.”
Everyone in Naval Aviation is a Nugget or an FNG (“F*cking New Guy) at one point in their flying career. The five key rules for FNG Pilots are:
1. Shut up and listen.
2. Don’t do anything stupid.
3. Don’t kill your RIO.
4. Don’t kill yourself.
5. Be safe and predictable at the boat.
Follow those rules and you’ll probably survive your first deployment with your body and reputation relatively intact.
Bonus Tomcat Riddle:
Q – What’s the last thing to go through the pilot’s mind during a ramp strike?
A – The RIO’s asshole.
Naturally, this is combined with the FNG spirit of high energy, motivation, and trying to look cool. So when me, Sticky, and Cheese checked aboard the VF-24 Renegades in 1993, only 6 weeks away from cruise onboard the USS NIMITZ (CVN-68), we were full of piss and vinegar.
We were the young guns, the newest Fighter Pilots and RIOs to join the fleet, here to make our mark on the Tomcat Community. Ready to take on any challenge, ready to go into harms way and bring the fight to the Rooskies, the Chinese, and any Iraqi dumb enough to violate the No-Fly Zone imposed after WW Gulf War I. We were all of those things, but we were also FNGs.
It’s not so much what an FNG does or doesn’t know. We know some stuff, we don’t know other stuff. That’s what the learning environment is all about. Know your limitations, don’t guess, and ask for help. The problem is the stuff that we don’t know that we don’t know. The “unknown unknowns” if you will.
Those are the things that can bite you on the butt, sometimes pretty hard. To a Nugget, those things are so unknown, we wouldn’t even think to ask about it.
One such case occurred when us “too cool for school” FNGs. We’d prepared for cruise together, figuring out our stateroom load-in (shelves, computers, game consoles, fans, unauthorized power strips, other comfort items). We’d also bought or acquired some pretty new flight gear accessories like hand-held Magellan GPS units, personal side arms, fingerless gloves, super-cool new laser resistant helmet visors, etc. We were ready, baby!
Cruise kicked off and we headed west from San Diego toward Hong Kong, Singapore, and beyond to the Persian Gulf for our first ever Fighter Cruise. Exciting stuff. At that time, Nuggets would get one day flight for every 3-4 night flights.
We were on the night page as FNGs because that’s the hard part. Do more hard part, get better at hard part. Seriously good training, and we were too stupid to be nervous about it.
It was on one of those day flights that an unknown unknown reared up its head and sunk a mouthful of fangs in my ass. Remember our cool flight gear accessories? The coolest, right? I mean a frickin’ laser resistant visor? It looked SO cool. Kind of a dark brown/rose colored look, WAY cooler than those stupid smoke gray ones the Navy gave you and everyone else was wearing. We definitely looked cool wearing them. Just ask us.
But an interesting feature about those super cool visors is that they are laser resistant to GREEN laser light. That means that green light won’t make it through to your eyeball if you’re wearing it. That’s probably a good thing if you’re working with lasers in the cockpit, like the IZLID that you can designate ground targets with. Otherwise, it’s not much use and in fact can be quite a problem around the boat. How? Walk with me…..
I was coming back from a fun day flight (they’re all fun), getting ready to come in the break on the wing of my Lead for the day. We came out of the stack, hit the initial, then flew over the ship per the rules (800’). Lead broke at the bow, I counted 10 seconds for interval, then executed my break. Got on downwind, dirtied up (gear/flaps) and got on speed smartly. Textbook stuff.
I turned at the abeam position, starting my descending turn from 600 feet, hitting 450 feet at the 90° position and continued to the 45°, lookin’ good, smooth as silk. As I came around to the start position, I began to look for lineup queues and the FLOLS landing aide or “ball”. While not reliable during this turn, you still can acquire the landing area just for SA.
But. But. WHY THE F*CK DOES THE BALL LOOK SO FUNNY?!!? WHERE THE F*CK ARE THE DATUMS??!?!
We pause now to calmly explain that the “ball” indicates your glide slope, and you compare it to the datums, or line of horizontal green lights on both sides of the ball. If the ball is above the datums, you’re high. If it’s below, you’re low. Easy day.
But I was wearing my super cool laser resistant visor and it was filtering out the datums. The GREEN datums. They weren’t there. Oops.
Back to our story.
WHERE THE F*CK ARE THE DATUMS??!?!. Rolling into the grove now at the start and I have no idea (nor the experience to guess) if I’m low, high, or out to lunch. WHY CAN’T I SEE THE DATUMS???? ARE THEY BROKEN??? WHY ISN’T PADDLES SAYING SOMETHING???
And then…..a mental “click.” The VISOR!!! I can’t take my hand off the stick so I use my left hand to quickly knock the visor up and over my helmet while trying to fly the jet smoothly. It comes off nicely, I’m back on track and turns out I’m only slightly high. Deep breath and then execute a decent landing to the 3 wire. Got a fair pass, but that’s because Paddles wouldn’t give a Nugget and OK unless he landed with one engine, a fire, and missing a wing.
I didn’t tell Paddles about it but told my RIO after the flight. He did that smirk/scoff thing and moved on. In his head, typical “Stupid Nugget Tricks.” Yup.
82 years ago today, Albert Blithe is wounded by sniper fire after volunteering for a patrol outside of Carentan. 🪖
Dick Winters sets the record straight on Blithe’s hysterical blindness, being wounded, and his life after World War II.
I still remember the first time I flew supersonic.
It was one of the scheduled hops in our syllabus, so we would understand how differently the plane flew when it went supersonic versus subsonic, and the things to watch out for when going back from supersonic to subsonic.
My instructor pilot was LT Randy Leddy, and his persona is what you'd call 'tough but fair.' For those of you who don't know, the Navy F-4 does not have controls in the back seat.
So when we take off, my instructor knows there are only three ways this flight will end: I will land the plane safely, or we both will take the silk descent, or we both go BOOM and end our Navy careers, not to mention our lives.
So, we left Oceana and headed ten miles out to sea. That was because we weren't allowed to fly supersonic within ten miles of the coast because it might upset the pussy civilians, but that's incidental to this story.
We flew ten miles out, climbed to 20,000 feet, and Randy said, "OK, here we go. Pull the nose up twenty degrees, then plug in the burners and go zero 'G's."
I did, and watched the Mach meter climb.
.85, .9, 1.0, 1.2 . . .
The only reason I knew I was supersonic was because the Mach meter was above 1.0. The plane didn't shudder or rock. It just did what it did, without complaint.
When I realized I was flying faster than the speed of sound, I thought back for just a second to what it must have been like for Chuck Yeager, who had the crap beat out of him as he pushed his plane just over Mach one.
Many scientists of the time thought that you would hit a wall at Mach 1 that would destroy your airplane. Yeager went ahead and flew the Glamorous Glennis anyway.
And here I was, following in his footsteps. I thought about him that day. I thought about all the great brave men who had not only put their lives on the line, but had given them to advance our ability to fly against the boundaries of what was once considered to be impossible.
God bless them all.
The key to saving the environment is not looking backward, it’s moving forward.
I realized this the first time I visited Italy twenty years ago. Everything was clean and green. The rivers sparkled. The lesson for me was obvious: the answer is not underdevelopment. The answer is progress.
When China was poor, the air was so polluted that people could barely see the blue sky. Today, blue skies have returned to their cities. Development does not only create wealth, it also provides the resources needed to restore and protect the environment.
Some environmentalists want us to preserve every aspect of our biodiversity, including the mosquitoes for example, so that researchers can fly in once every ten years from their universities (which build particle accelerators and billion-dollar laboratories with their pocket money), study our ecosystems, and count how many people died from dengue outbreaks.
They want to buy our air through carbon credits. If carbon credits were such a great deal, they would be selling them to us, not the other way around.
Cleaning every river, lake, and water source in El Salvador, and ensuring they remain clean and sparkling, would cost roughly $12 billion. Where is that money supposed to come from without economic development? Carbon credits?
The path forward for our country is the path of Japan and Singapore, not the path of the Congo.
No, it’s not “Pride Month.” Not for me, and not for millions of others.
You’re welcome to be proud of whatever you want, in any month you like—because this is America. But what started in 1969 as a rebellion against persecution, morphed into a license for public depravity, and then morphed again into a weapon aimed at families and innocent children. Along the way it went from a day, to a week, and then a month and became official, and thereby effectively mandatory for all.
Enough!
If you’re gay and wondering why you are facing resistance now, the answer is that, with few exceptions, most of you didn’t stand up against the expansion and weaponization of “pride,” and the coercion that went with it. In that failure to resist, the gay community compromised any expectation that the rest of us should support “pride” at all, but especially the obscene display of hostility toward civilization and the families of which it is built, and for whom it exists.
If your hackles are raised by the idea that civilization is about families, realize that families are how civilizations persist through time. Not everyone needs to form one, but we all must respect and protect them—It is the foundation of what it means to be civilized.
For the small fraction of gays and lesbians who DID courageously stand up and resist expansion, coercion and the weaponization of “Pride,” I stand with you, and I have all along. But I won’t be celebrating, and I won’t be silent.
It’s not too late to join the voices of reason and to confront the insanity of what “pride” has become.