Observations on life and other stuff

Govt-man

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UN rant

To all you people that LOVE the UN. Please give a fucking break.
As LAN's mustashe like to say morals are relative.
Well let me give you some realtivity. How dare how dare any other country judge the U.S. or the UN as a total judge us either.
Let me see: Syria all I have to say is Hama.
Libya: Lockerbee and the Berlin Disco.
Iran: a theocracy
Half of Africa still condones and encourages slavery. Slavery in the 21st Century. Or committees genocide against ethic minorities.
Speaking of genocide: Kosovo, Bosnia, Serbia.
Back to Africa: Zimbabwe is literally stealing the land of white citizen and thereby starving the rest of the population.
China, send people to prison for exercising and for religious beliefs, and not to mention Tibet. Also lets throw in force sterilizations and infanticide.
I could go on and on; which is not to say America is stainless, because we aren't. But the mere fact that anyone thinks that that collections of thugs and murders called the UN get to control the foreign policy of the U.S. is insane.
It is time for America to leave the UN. Move the remander of the UN to any of the cities of thier choice: Damascus, Tripoli, Trehan, Beijing or Pyongyang.
 

Govt-man

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I love my God, I love my family, I love my lady wife, even though I still wake up and wonder why she does, but I accept the fact that she does, I love my sons, and they love me back. (Good man time is too good indeed.) I love my job, it is interesting and useful, I help young soldiers learn thier jobs, I love doing that. I love my house, even if the back is totally torn up now. I love the CYI and the VHI and the Bitter NCOs that hate thier jobs, but I love them because they do it anyway. I love my boss, she kicks my ass when it needs kicking, but not too often, she praises me when I deserve praising when is pretty often.
I love my country, all the good and the bad things it does and represents, because it is the best country in the world where anyone can do pretty much anything, regardless of race, creed, gender or national origin.
I love the PC and the internet that lets me talk to the world.
I love the bleeding heart lefties that hate me and everything I stand for, because me loving them pisses them off.
I love living in this time and this place, and with any luck at all I have 40 more years to enjoy it and enjoy the life I know and love so well.
I love the fact that I have gone and done and seen so many things in my life. Each experience has added to my understanding of myself and my universe.
I regret some things I have done and regret some things I have not done, but not many in either case.
When I meet God face to face, I hope he pats me on my head say: "You did the best you could do with what I gave you, You have met the test of life that I laid before you. Come on in and rest."
 

Govt-man

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MLW and Sugar Snit

It is a well know medical fact that women that spend lots of time together, as in live together, that thier cycles syncronize. When I went from a all Male unit to a mixed unit. I was told this by the units physician assistant. And was told by the unit commander that a certain week of each month I would have to be "very understanding" with the female soldiers and out right avoid the female barracks during that time.
Now I mention this only to say something strange is happening.
I am a regular reader of Sugar-snits journal and she keeps all of up to date on her PMS and period.
Now MLW and Sugar Snit have somehow managed to sync thier periods.
What the fuck is that all about?
 

Govt-man

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Vets

I have noticed that I talk more about being a Vet on this board then I do in my real life. There are several reasons for that.
I work with lots of Vets, so there is a lot of the whole "been there, done that" attitude as far as military service. Oh we still tell a lot of "war" stories, for the marines these are "sea" stories. Those are not stories about actual combat, in fact I don't think I have ever related actual combat stories to anyone but My father and MLW. You only every talk about that to someone who really understands. Like someone who has been there, os someone that loves you no matter what.
But, war stories are just tales of experiences, usually starting with "When I was in Korea/Germany/ Kuwait/Saudi/Kosovo/Bosnia/ Serbia/ austrailia/Vietnam/Japan/ etc etc."
Also they exchange information, like does that massage parlor just out side Camp Casey still do the happy finishes, or where in Bavaria can you get a really great schnitizel sandwich.
Also there are the "in the time of the giants" stories. These are usually prefaced by "When I was on active duty, we didn't have (insert piece of technology here)" Or "We had to (Insert ancient tactical technique here)" And believe me, I am guilty of telling these stories.
 

Govt-man

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second UN rant

A certain (British) Journalist (who has a long distance realtionship with another journalist) on the board. Has called me a pussy, because I didn't respond to his post on my UN post.
Well, okay, you tea drinking, ex imperialist, limey, poncie, nancy boy.
So what if Libya didn't blow up that plane over Lockerbie, some other state sponored terrorist most likely did. And I didn't see where you disputed the rest of my rant.
Now why anyone that lives in a democracy or a republic would want a bunch of dictators and tyrants to run thier countries foreign policy.
As a voter you can in influenece your countries policies. By voting, by joining pressure groups, by writing and calling your elected representives.
You can't do that to the countries in the UN. Hell, for half the coutries in the general assembly their own citizens can't influnce them, well not without grabbing an AK-47 and taking to the big green and forming a "liberation front."
 

Govt-man

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The Soldier's Return

By Robert Burns

When wild war's deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning;
I left the lines and tented field,
Where lang I'd been a lodger,
My humble knapsack a' my wealth,
A poor and honest sodger.

A leal, light heart was in my breast,
My hand unstain'd wi' plunder;
And for fair Scotia hame again,
I cheery on did wander:
I thought upon the banks o' Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy,
I thought upon the witching smile
That caught my youthful fancy.

At length I reach'd the bonie glen,
Where early life I sported;
I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy aft I courted:
Wha spied I but my ain dear maid,
Down by her mother's dwelling!
And turn'd me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling.

Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, "Sweet lass,
Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom,
O! happy, happy may he be,
That's dearest to thy bosom:
My purse is light, I've far to gang,
And fain would be thy lodger;
I've serv'd my king and country lang-
Take pity on a sodger."

Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,
And lovelier was than ever;
Quo' she, "A sodger ance I lo'ed,
Forget him shall I never:
Our humble cot, and hamely fare,
Ye freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge-the dear cockade,
Ye're welcome for the sake o't."

She gaz'd-she redden'd like a rose -
Syne pale like only lily;
She sank within my arms, and cried,
"Art thou my ain dear Willie?"
"By him who made yon sun and sky!
By whom true love's regarded,
I am the man; and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded.

"The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame,
And find thee still true-hearted;
Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love,
And mair we'se ne'er be parted."
Quo' she, "My grandsire left me gowd,
A mailen plenish'd fairly;
And come, my faithfu' sodger lad,
Thou'rt welcome to it dearly!"

For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the sodger's prize,
The sodgerpppp's wealth is honor:
The brave poor sodger ne'er despise,
Nor count him as a stranger;
Remember he's his country's stay,
In day and hour of danger.
 

Govt-man

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Lets discuss a little history, Do they still teach history in Britain? (or should I say Airstrip One).
Historically, America has not been a imperial power. Oh sure we grabbed up the Phillipines and most of the carribean and central America after the Spanish American War, but we divested ourselves as fast as possible. We would rather use our money and culture to influnce the world, instead of guns. Cultural and trade imperialism instead of REAL empire building.
Now on to the point, if the US persued a real aggressive policy. NO POWER on earth could stop us. Sure, Red China, Russia and maybe a united europe could stalemate us by the threat of nuclear weapons. But really would the French really risk the nuclear distruction of Paris for say, Qom. I think not, hell the French won't risk getting Air conditioning.
So yeah, we have lots of power, military, cultural, economic power, but in general we use it wisely and with restraint. Not because of of the UN, but because we have a long history of NOT using all our power, unless we are threatened. And no other country, or organization (espscally that Star Wars Bar scene called the UN [a more retched hive of scum and villiany you will not find]) can or even should try to tell us how to act in our own defense.
Hows that Limey?


Disclaimer: Burns and I are not angry with each other at all. We are just having a good time.
 

Govt-man

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I know I brag on MLW lots, but she is truely a great woman. And just so you know, she is not nor has ever been or even shown any bisexual tendancies.
Now, we were at a local steak place on friday night.The servers uniform of this place is a black t-shirt with the name on it and blue jeans. A very gender neutral uniform.
One of the hostess had absoluley the greatest ass I have ever seen in real life. It was round and looked firm and was exactly the right size, neither too big or too small (yes ladies your ass can be too small.)
The young lady in question was in her early 20's and was in good girly condition, which means in shape but not overly muscular. It was clear she was either wearing a thong or nothing, since she had no panty lines and her jeans were snug enough to show any lines.
Anyway, MLW spotted me eyeballing the young lady's butt. She looked at me and leaned over, expecting a wifely: "That girl is young enough to be your daughter, G-man, stop looking at her ass."
Instead I got: "You does have a great ass, doesn't she."
I was truely shocked.
 

Govt-man

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lowrider jeans are very very nice to look at, given the right girl is wearing them.
The simple fact of the matter is if you much over a size six, don't wear them please, it is not pretty to see your doughy white paunch sticking out over a pair of too tight jeans.
 

Govt-man

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My last post has stirred up some things...which I didn't mean too. MLW is 5-7 150lb has a 26 inch waist and wears a size 12. And I think she is sexy as hell.
What I was trying to say is there are young ladies out there that think they are all that and a bag of chips. And they aren't.
If you had read my post before that, you'll see that I don't like the skinny damn model types at all. I actually said "ladies your butts can be too small." But I don't get any cudos for that.
 

Govt-man

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Pack of wild girls

OS is 11 years old. Now I think he is a good looking kid and smart and pretty bright. But being his Dad, I might be prejudges about him.
But now as MLW puts it "packs of wild girls" are showing at my door to talk to him.
Literally, 6 girls in two groups of 3 showed up at my door. These girls are anywhere from slightly older to slightly younger then OS.
What is it with this...when I was his age, girls didn't show up at my door. On the other hand, I take a fatherly pride in the clear attraction these packs of wild girls for OS. After they leave I sorta want to high five OS.
Instead we talk about responsiblity and curtesy and respect. Which are good things.
 

Govt-man

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I think Burns1 and I would be friends in real life. I'm a bit of an anglo-phile. He is an Amero-phile. We would disagree about politics but it would give us something to argue about. We're both Aries, born in April, of course 12 years apart.
He could explain soccer (or as a columnist has called it: Metric Football) to me. I would explain American (real) football to him. We would drink some really good British beers or American Whiskey and discuss the differences between British girls and North American girls.

You go B-E-G, lose some weight, I can't help but feel I inspired you to take this move. What with my whole too tight, paunch sticking out post.
 
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Govt-man

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Milf

Most of you know where I work. On a military post.
I now have discovered a new meaning for MILF.
Instead of Mothers, replace with Major.
MLW is a Major, and I have started to notice how fine the female majors are looking lately.
Most are in their early to mid 30's, the right age to still have some game but experienced enough to be tigers in bed. They have to stay in reasonable shape, and most try to do better then that. Plus the BDU unifor is cut for men, which means they are snug in the seat for ladies. Very nice!
Now of course there are exceptions to this rule. The dykie type hold no appeal for me and lord knows there are lots of those.
 

Govt-man

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You know I honestly didn't mean to kick up some stuff with some of my previous posts. But I have read Jpuck journal and I agree with him totally.
Women do get twisted up and judgemental about thier bodies. It is simple ladies, really it is. ALL WOMEN CAN LOOK GOOD, it depends on personality and style. I find extremes to be most unattractive, mobidly obese is unhealthy and ugly, but so is anorenix thin. There is a golden mean for all of us. You just have to find it and maintain it.
Don't buy into what the fashion-industrial complex sells you as Beautiful, because it is not the only way to be beautiful, there are many paths, you just have to find the one for you.
and Sugar-snit...take you damn meds, honey....I take anti-anxiety meds every day, they help, they really do. Please take them...

oh BTW still want in Sugar Snits Pants and or under one of her infamous miniskirts.
 

Govt-man

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I went to sparring on Wednesday night. I think it will be my last time. I took a shot to my back (not legal BTW) and my legs are still tingling...I might have to drag to the Doctors sometime if it doesn't stop soon.
Not that it is effecting any thing else...since MLW and I got busy last night...and she was most happy...4 times...YOU GO G-MAN.
 

Govt-man

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I changed jobs and moved offices today. I have spent the morning rearranging my office to suit me and in meetings (I HATE meetings). The job is the same as old one, but a different speciality. The office offers much more privacy then my old one, which is good. And CYI works near me too!
My legs have stopped tingling, MLW treated me to lots of hot good loving and that seemed to help.
I watched Charmed last night, That Rose McGowen as truely got a great ASS...also watched Tarzan lats night, a little eye candy for the girls in that one. The guy who plays Tarzan is a beautiful man.
More later if I can get away today.
 

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On the 29th April 1863 Colonel Jeanningros asked Captain Danjou to organize a company as escort to a major convoy leaving Vera-Cruz for Puebla. It was the 3rd Company’s duty tour but, noting that all its officers were sick, Danjou proposed that he should command it. To assist him in his task, he took the standard bearer, Second Lieutenant Maudet, and the paymaster, Second Lieutenant Vilain.


The column left at one o’clock in the morning on 30th April, intending initially to reach Palo Verde. Meanwhile the Mexicans, having learnt of the passage of the convoy, organized a force of 800 cavalry and three battalions of infantry-about 2,000 all told- to attack it.

At about 5.00 Danjou’s company stopped for a brief halt and, having posted sentries, set about making a morning coffee, which was well under way when sentries announced approaching cavalry. In seconds the coffee was thrown away, the mules were re-loaded and the company was moving to the outskirts of the village of Camerone –whence rang out the first shot of the battle, that of a nervous Mexican sentry. The first cavalry charge quickly followed and was as quickly broken up and repulsed by well-controlled fire and by the use of the thick scrub into which Danjou had moved his force. In the hubbub the mules took fright, broke loose and disappeared with the rations, water and spare ammunition.

The sixty-five strong company had about sixty rounds each. Danjou decided to stand and fight and engage the enemy, thus distracting their attention from the valuable convoy, and rapidly moved his force to a defensive position in the nearby hacienda, where they were to hold for the next ten hours. By nine o’clock the sun was already high, the legionnaires had no water, no food. Colonel Milian commanding the Mexicans called on the legionnaires to surrender, they replied that they had ammunition and had no intention of surrendering.

The legionnaires promised Danjou that, come what may, they would fight to the bitter end. He was killed at about eleven o’clock. At this moment, the three battalions of Mexican infantry arrived on the scene, and again the legionnaires were called upon to surrender. They replied "Merde" (shit). The situation worsened, the Mexicans had broken into various rooms of the hacienda and having killed the legionnaire occupants, had set fire to the rooms. For the wounded, intense heat, dust, smoke and no water. The battle continued- Vilain was killed just before 2p.m and Maudet took command, but by five o’clock he had only twelve men in a state to fight.

Again Milian called on the legionnaires to surrender-they did not deign to reply-and a fresh attack was launched against them: Maudet was by now alone with a corporal (Maine) and four legionnaires (Leonhard, Catteau, Wenzel and Constantin).

Their cartonchieres were empty-they fired a final salvo and leaving their shelter charged the Mexicans with their bayonets-all fell before reaching them. Maudet received two bullets. Legionnaire Catteau, who had thrown himself in front of his officer to protect him, was hit nineteen times. They were the last. It was 6p.m the battle was over.

Maine, Wenzel and Constantin, although wounded, were still standing. Of the sixty-five strong company, two officers and twenty-two legionnaires were dead, one officer and eight men mortally wounded and nineteen soon died of their wounds in captivity: twelve others, all wounded, were captured.

When Maine, Wenzel and Constantin were called upon to surrender, they said that they would not do so unless they were allowed to keep their arms and tend the wounded; Colonel Milan said, One can refuse nothing to men like you.

The Mexicans lost more than 500. The Emperor Napoleon III had the title "Camerone 1863" inscribed on the banners of the 1st Regiment; and in 1892 on the site of the battle (Since then, when Mexican troops pass by the monument, they present arms), a monument was raised on which is inscribed:

ILS FURENT ICI MOINS DE SOIXANTE
OPPOSES A TOUTE UNE ARMEE
SA MASSE LES ECRASA
LA VIA PLUTOT QUE LE COURAGE
ABANDONNA CES SOLDATS FRANCAIS
LE 30 AVRIL 1863

HERE, THEY WERE LESS THAN SIXTY
AGAINST A WHOLE ARMY
ITS NUMBER CRUSHED THEM
BUT LIFE RATHER THAN BRAVERY
LEFT THESE FRENCH MEN
ON THE 30TH OF APRIL 1863.

TO THEIR MEMORY
THE COUNTRY BUILT THIS MONUMENT.

Emperor Napoleon the 3rd decided that the name of Camerone would be written on the flag of the Foreign Regiment and the names of Danjou, Vilain and Maudet would be engraved in golden letters on the walls of the Invalides, in Paris.

Each year on the 30th April every unit of the French Foreign Legion celebrates the anniversary of Camerone. At Aubagne the Legion headquarters the false wooden hand of Captaine Danjou, which was recovered from the battleground is parade in a grande ceremony.

Should a Legionnaire find himself in prison during Camerone, then a Legion tradition may come into force, giving him a reprieve, only however if there is less than ten days remaining on the sentence on Camerone Day. It is know as an amnesty in remembrance to those Legionnaires who sacrificed their lives at Camerone in Mexico in 1863.
 

Govt-man

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I have a whole French Foreign Legion riff going for some reason, I just finished reading By Blood Alone, a good military Scifi yarn in which the Legion is the primary ground force for the Earth.
Oh well.

Good food.
one package (at least a pound) of turkey Italian sauage.
half cup of olive oil
1 can diced, undrained tomatoes, seasoned for pasta sauce
2 cans northern bean, or white beans or navy beans, rinsed and drained.
1 Can Low fat chicken Broth
quater cup of minced onions.

In a soup pot, pour in Olive oil and turn on moderate heat.
Add the onions to the Oil and brown.
Remove the skins from the sauages and cut into quater inch slices.
Add the cut sauages to the hot oil and onions and brown the sauage until the pink is almost gone.
Add the chicken broth, tomatoes and beans, simmer at moderate heat for at least an hour, stirring occasionally.
Serve with crusty french bread. Or as the soup course with a Chicken entree.
 

Govt-man

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The arms of Morpheus

Sugar Snit try this:
Lay flat on your back, with a pillow under your head, get in a comfortable position, feet slightly apart, hands crossed on tummy.
Close your eyes and clear your mind. Become aware of your breathing, and mentally count 1 on the inhale and 2 on the exhale, breath deeply and slowly.
With an inhale say mentally "all this air is for my right foot." On the next inhale mentally say: "all this air is for my left foot." and so on up the body doing your arms and hands before your head.
Most of the time I drift off before I reach my shoulders.

Failing that working, get the most viril man you can tie you up, spank your ass until it is red. Screw you mercilessly until your both so spent either of you could hardly move.
 
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