Women on the front lines in Kurdistan

http://clashdaily.com/2014/08/boom-kurds-send-female-soldiers-fight-isis-reason-hilarious/

I will be the first to admit that I am not fond of the idea of women in combat.  Once I went into aviation, I had female superiors and subordinates for the rest of my career.  I will admit that there were some that may even have been better pilots than I am...and many that were not...but that goes the same for guys so is not a valid comparison. 

We even had a married couple serving together once.  From the instructor pilot side of the house, we often said that we wished we had one pilot with her brains and his stamina....then we would have Captain America for sure.

A few years ago I took a class through Norwich University...Race and Gender in Military history.  I was not a happy camper.  I took it as a default class because I missed an email instructing me to sign up for one of 3 classes or that would be the default....I'm glad I took it, it wasn't the touchy feely girls are just as good as boys type of class that I expected.  It litteraly was about the contributions and challenges of minorities and women in combat. 

think of women like Lyudmila Pavlichenko and a bunch of other German and Russian women during World War  I & II.  The Russian "Night Witches" would get a German an automatic iron cross if he shot one down. 

With that in mind, there was an email a few years ago floating around describing why Arabs fight.  It showed Israeli female soldiers vs arab female soldiers.  I couldn't find the website, but here is one that shows the israeli side... http://english.cri.cn/11354/2014/02/12/2743s812445.htm the other side showed women in burraks, and sometimes women that you wished were in them.  Pretty obvious reasons to fight.

That being said, I think the Kurds have a pretty good concept of the situation.  The only thing left to do is to dip all of their bullets in pigs blood, that way every ISIS fighter that is killed is doomed to hell for "consuming" pork before he died.

...it tolls for Thee.

I hope that we're all educated enough to get that quote, and by that I mean OLD enough to have had a decent education.

I said this once before and I'm puttin' it out there again.  I think this blog has run it's course.  Seemingly  none of us is finding, or caring enough about, stuff to post here.  For myself, it's not so much that I don't care as I'm just so fucking burned out, that I'm all but sitting in the corner, playing hand-ball with my own turds.

I'm not sure what the fuck will change that right now, but coming in here and bitching, or seeing that no one else is writing, isn't helping me at all.

I'm not attempting to place blame by saying that, but all good thing come to an end.  There are several thing I think have killed this blog.  The ladies are long gone and I think that hurt us a great deal.  We lost half the opinions in the world because of it.

I think we lost even more with, what I can only assume was, the death of Tony [Spider].

I have no way to completely turn this off, nor would I ever have any intention of doing so, even if I could, of deleting the Archives.  As trite or strident as this Archive may be, it IS our Lascaux.  So there it is Gentlemen, as far as I can see, we're at the point where we might as well piss on the fire and call in the dogs.

I can honestly and openly say, that I've learned an awful LOT from everyone here.

Sometimes, and more often than not at the start, I learned much from you all because I had to do research to keep up.  To my knowledge most of you have degrees, advanced degrees or there about, I was the lone HS drop out in a very fast crowd!  It sucks to be the fat girl at Bulimia Camp!?  This group, from our earliest days with 'Annie', taught me a great deal, it's certainly made me a better writer and researcher and all of you taught me something.

If there is one single thing I wish I HAD done from this that I did NOT, it's that I turned down several invitations to take a weekend or a week with Spider in NYC.

I allowed my own fears to get in the way of something I wanted to do.  That's a hell of a way for a grown man to act towards a friend.  So learn something from me, be brave when it looks like something that seems easier to just pass up.

Be well my friends, live long and prosper, I'll see you via e-mail and on 'the' Face Book, my last, thanks, be well.

Steve

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An OSTRICH for a LATE Phriday Phunny!

A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him. The waitress asks them for their orders. The man says, 

"A hamburger, fries and a coke," and turns to The ostrich, "What's yours?" "I'll have the same," says the ostrich. 
 
A short time later the waitress returns with the order. 

"That will Be $9.40 please" The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment. 

The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man Says,

 "A hamburger, fries and a coke." 
 
The ostrich says, "I'll have the same." 
 
Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change. 
 
This becomes routine until the two enter again. "The usual?" Asks the waitress. 

"No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and A salad," says the man. "Same," says the ostrich. 

Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, "That will be $32.62." Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and Places it on the table. 
 
The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. "Excuse me, Sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change in your pocket every time?" 
 
"Well," says the man, "several years ago I was cleaning the attic and Found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered Me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money Would always be there." 
 
"That's brilliant!" says the waitress. "Most people would ask for a Million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!" 
 
"That's right..Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there," says the man. 
 
The waitress asks, "What's with the ostrich?" 
 
The man sighs, pauses and answers, "My second wish was for a tall chick with a big ass and long legs who agrees with everything I say.."