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Gender: Male
Hometown: Body in Michigan - Heart in California
Home country: Born in USA ... Reborn in Tahiti
Current location: Right here, under my hat
Member since: 2002
Number of posts: 71,578

About Me

Matrimonially experienced man, leading edge baby boomer, seeking long term relationship with warm sunshine, seawater, soft breezes, coral reefs, palm trees, and the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. http://www.tahitinut.com/

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The BIGGEST lie: "He kept us safe."

It's mind-boggling how the GOPhers, using every propaganda trick in the book, flew in the face of having the worst attack on American soil in the entire history of the nation and, rather than accepting responsibility for being completely asleep at the switch, proclaimed themselves "defenders" of the people and best-suited to "Keeping America Safe."

"It wasn't our fault"??? Bullshit. The BIGGER/BIGGEST lie is that they "kept us safe." And much of the public bought it.

Aided by Faux News and EVERY media outlet in the country, this BIG LIE flies in the face of absolutely every fact of the past 30 (and more) years.

It's beyond gross hypocrisy to whine about Obama's "divisive" killing of bin Laden. There isn't a word in the English language to describe how totally insane their "logic" is.

I'd even suggest ...

"many, if not most, men work out of necessity even though they would choose to stay home with their children if they could." I sure know the *I* would. The pressures of social/cultural expectations, economic necessity, and even spousal mores create even less of a choice for men than women. The fact that many men "buy into" the expectation that their very identity is tied to "what they do" does not, in my view, contraindicate this fact. We still live in a culture where young boys are asked "what will you BE when you grow up?" and young girls are Disneyfied by "some day your Prince will come." Some might argue it's the "ontogeny of phylogeny" ... the sum of evolutionary 'natural selection' where the male's (perceived?) ability to bring home the kill, fight the invaders, and plant his semen was what attracted the most fertile females. That, of course, can be easily turned into "be careful what you ask for you may get it, ladies."

The eternal conundrum persists: Just WHAT attracts the opposite sex ... and how does that influence 'choices'??? I submit that the influence of the 'attraction' question STILL far outweighs the sophomoric 'discussions' about 'choice.'

Gonads RULE!

As a Deist myself ...

... I reject the time-bound notion of a past-future "let it run" paradigm. Time itself is part of "Creation" ... and I believe in a 'Creator' who created the "beginning" and "end" simultaneously. Further, I subscribe to the "multiverse" theory, so it's a bit like a vast 'fabric' of 'reality' instead of some linear model. Lastly, such a view precludes the very notion of 'prayer' like a 'Letter to Santa God.' For me, 'prayer' is meditative ... and is an expression of belonging and faith that all is as it 'should' be and my passion and participation is me BEING me.

These are concepts and a personal faith that I rarely discuss, due to the absence of an adequate vocabulary (hence my use of quotes for the more unsatisfactory terms) and regard each person's 'path' as their own. It's not (for me) a competition. There's no small degree of Taoism in my philosophy ... having (for me) a somewhat 'better' vocabulary for my thoughts.

Then again, I eschew dogma so all of the above could change at any time.

The time is long past ripe to have a major upgrade to the FLSA.

The abuses of "exempt" job classifications, the imposition of personal intrusions unrelated to the job, the abuses of the visa system, the appalling plague of 'wrongful discharges' for opposing illicit business behavior, the hostile treatment of GLBT in the workplace, the widespread abuse of 'casual overtime,' the oppressive mandates of availability during non-working hours, and the anti-union sociopathy that pervades virtually every company.

The average S&P500 employee receives total "compensation" of less that 30% of the value of his or her labors, and others receive even less than that. It's plantation economics run amok.

It doesn't take much intellect to discern the difference between fact-based commentary

... and totally baseless propaganda. We have a disturbing habit of making superficial false-equivalencies and engaging in "they did it too" protestations ... something that was old and hollow even when I was an 8-year-old.

I'm inclined to vote for the person most likely to listen to valid criticism from the "left" ...

... and possibly act in a positive manner in response. What seems totally antithetical to that criterion is to withhold that criticism. Thus, the social 'gag rule' makes no sense to me whatsoever.

The "American Dream" I was taught ....

... was (1) self-governance in a nation where all are equal under the law and (2) having the opportunity to enjoy the fruits (sweet or sour) of one's own labor, without ceding the lion's share to some lord or owner.

It's the "kings" that want you to believe that everyone wants to be a "king." The "politics of envy." It's bullshit.

My maternal grandparents immigrated to the United States in the early 20th century, when the vast majority of the world was still governed by monarchies. The monarchies are going, but the sense of entitled privilege of a 'ruling class' is still embedded in the right wing. Blame Disney. And "business" schools.

Examples are legion, but I'll offer just one. The NBA players went on strike for 53% of the net income resulting from their labors. The "owners" objected. The players effectively won. Millionaires (the 1%) in organized labor. Yet the average worker in an S&P500 corporation gets less than 30% of the value of their labor. Too bad. If they were millionaires, they'd do better, I guess.

In "the mind of the beholder" ...

Interestingly, I don't regard former girlfriends in a negative light for engaging in the referenced activity any more than I regard anyone acting lovingly toward any individual so equipped, no matter their sexual orientation.

When used in the pejorative sense, however, it has more to do with prostitution ... "servicing" some male at the source of his 'identity' in order to gain some benefit or avoid some penalty. Thus, the basis of the sense in which it's pejorative has little if anything to do with sexual orientation (like rape has little if anything to do with sex -or- love) but has everything to do with gender - i.e. the mere fact that one has a penis is, in some sense, a negative.

The "standards" implicit in judging such rhetoric Yea or Nay seem highly subjective, and more indicative of the bias of the judge than the alleged intention of the miscreant. Thus, when the miscreant is male the judge clings to the inference of homophobia, which immediately indicts the miscreant at the felonious level. On the other hand, when the miscreant is female and the most prevalent inference may be gender-based, the jury is either (well) hung or brings in a verdict of not guilty, of nothnig more than a misdemeanor.

It's exceedingly strange that this dynamic persists ... but it does.

So ... I raise a banner in celebration of the cocksuckers I've known. Bless them and long may they thrive.

The GOP sold its soul with the "Southern Strategy"

... and became a collection of bigots, xenophobes, sociopaths, and fundamentalist zealots. This human debris has always existed, putting ill-written flyers on windshields and muttering hatred over their beers to a coterie of drunks on a Saturday evening before attending some fringe 'church' on a Sunday - a 'church' that owed its existence to proof-texting the Bible to show "them n______ are condemned by God to serve the God-fearing" and opening private 'schools' as refuges from integrated public educamashun.

What was once a political party with decent people like Eisenhower and Everett Dirksen at the helm has become the bought-and-paid-for base for the corporate fascists who supported Mussolini and Hitler, who fought against labor's gains against oppression (e.g. the overpass), and included such antisemitic hate-mongers as Henry Ford, Charles Lindburgh, and Fr. Charles Coughlin (the "radio priest").

Other than ridding itself of the Dixiecrats, the Democratic Party didn't improve much except in relation to the festering pustule on the ass of humanity that's today's GOP. Indeed, the partisan mindset is such that the Democratic Party legitimizes the GOP with insane ramblings about "bipartisanship" and other pretenses that it finds beneficial in perpetuating the status quo of the corrupt "two-party system."

I'm glad I have no children ... for future generations will spit on our graves for leaving them with this infected mess.

That map is missing some stuff, I think.

The DSC (Data Service Center) was where it's labeled '19' and my hooch was between 34 and 10. In fact, if you attended one of our BBQ's and tasted Herb Saito's teriyaki beef strips, you were right outside my hooch. You confirmed my faulty recall that Special Troops HQ was the barracks-style building "on the street" ... which we'd pass when going back to work after the Vietnamese barber doused our skulls with that awful stinking stuff. The 'USARV Chapel' was in a fairly open field, along with the AG pool and 'theater' (seats under a huge, green cargo parachute on a pole). I remember throwing things at the screen (along with many others) when they showed John Wayne in 'Green Berets' ... possibly the absolute worst movie EVER. I remember the EM Club, of course, and especially the night we walked out on Johnny Cash because of his abysmally foul-mouthed 'performance.' His wife, June Carter, was there and BOY! did he misjudge his audience! Literally a third of us walked out. Talk about a disappointment.

I had a similar 'blessing' at the Bien Hoa Repo Depot. I had a friend there with whom I'd served at Ft. Sam in San Antonio. I didn't know he was there but he saw my name on the orders list and corralled me as soon as I arrived to keep me from being 'requisitioned' by the field unit commanders who came 'shopping' for fodder. My orders had me going to 'Special Troops' as a 74F20 ... and John was interested in seeing that come true.

Strange... I see #16 is called the location of the 'Main PX' and I seem to remember it was over nearer to the 24th Evac. (and Chase Bank). Hell... I went there to punch my ration card for cigarettes and Seagram's Vodka each month. My brain must be pharting. They don't ID our bunkers, our section of the perimeter ... directly below (south) of #31. I think Charlie had better maps. That's where the NVA came at us the night of Feb 23rd. That was the night I watched above me and saw Puff limping off to Bien Hoa airbase ... as Levitow earned the MoH. (I didn't learn about Levitow until maybe 10 years later. But I sure remember Puff leaving.) That was olso the night the XO Speical Troops (LtC) bought it. Rumor was it was a fragging. (Just a rumor, y'know.)

You can actually see our bunkers in the background on http://www.flickr.com/photos/aodcurator/3687463382/in/set-72157620946947816/lightbox/ I recall Bob Hope's visit there, too. I didn't bother going. FAR too crowded and I was more interested in getting some zzzzz's.

Our company CO was (if I recall correctly) CPT. Marcuse. He had a souvenir AK47 on the wall behind his desk. It was (unbfuckinglievably) loaded with a full banana clip. The co. clerk was cleaning using a feather duster and accidentally hit the trigger ... and that fucker stitched rounds up the wall and across the ceiling! The ceiling was the FLOOR for the barracks above and only by the grace of god didn't kill or wound someone. Marcuse was, iirc, a ROTC joke (not a ring-knocker or mustang) ... who carried war comic books around in his back pocket. I pitied anyone who had to serve with him in the field. I think it was 'Marcuse' ... since,as I recall, we had 3 CO's while I was there ... due to the 6-and-6 rotation.

I vivdly remember the Sec. Guard ... 1,000 mile stares. They didn't mix well with POGs. I also remember the night (in January) when I saw the incoming hit the MP Co. barracks (as I was high-tailing it for cover). Another round hit about 100 yards from me as I 'floated' to the ground (gravity wasn't working very well that night). That's the night I discovered my adrenal gland. And relativity.

The war was a totally surrealistic mix of horror, boredom, insanity, and just plain dumbfuckedness.

I was working the 'night shift' at the DSC and sleeping (as much as I could when I wasn't doing vodka gimlets) during the day. One day I was awakend by a shot. Looking up at the corrugated tin roof, I saw three holes in a cluster ... daylight above. Looking down, just about 18-24" adjacent to my head, was a nice, neat hole in the plywood floor. It seems some jackass, coming back from overnight heliport guard duty, ahd a round in the chamber of his M14(!)... and failed to clear it into the barrel. The arms room doofus was going along the rack, pulling the trigger housings and checking for dirt/rust/etc. Replacing the trigger housing, he had to pull the trigger because removing it cocks the weapon. BLAM! Just a couple of rack places down and I wouldn't be typing this. Fucking insanity.

Here're my photos of our (assigned) bunker ...

Long Binh Post - Southern Perimeter by TahitiNut, on Flickr

Long Binh Post - Bunker by TahitiNut, on Flickr

And, speaking of our BBQ's ... here's a few of the attendees at one of them (my hooch is behind them) ...

Our Co-workers by TahitiNut, on Flickr

Me ...

Face of Viet Nam by TahitiNut, on Flickr
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