I have learned to not respond directly to comments normally and I was not going to respond to this one, though there was a thought provoking question. After some thought on the matter I decided a response is in order in the form of a general revisit of the original post.

Of course, you may want to read or re-read the post as well as the comment on 1\19\25.

Fortunately, I never made a real combat decision. I left Vietnam as a corporal. However, I don’t think a combat decision would bother me, at least during my enlistment.

Most of my problems were squabbles breaking out. You would not believe the number of times it was pointed out to me how unfair I was for this or that. And, of course, everyone waa right and everyone was wrong.

I have seen men handle such things expertly. Naturally, the first trick is to disregard fairness and just run things right. I know that. I did that, but I didn’t like it. I much prefer following the orders rather than giving them. I don’t like being unfair.

The hitch is, since then, things have changed. Today, in the same position, I’d be giving orders to women as well as men. I pity the staff NCOs in today’s Marines. It looks like a real nightmare to me. As men get that first rocker, they just might decide it’s not worth it and they will likely want to return them.

For those currently in the Marines and are E-6 or above, I certainly welcome your thoughts on the matter. I guess that also goes for those as me, before women in combat.

Certainly, others are welcome to comment too. I even seek the comments of women.

However, the one thing I don’t want to hear is about being fair. The purpose of the Marines is to win wars; this while having the least number of casualties. Fair is for football or baseball. It is not for the battlefield.

I know. I don’t like it either. But of all the things a leader needs to consider while making decisions, fairness is right there near the bottom.

I hear that there were a couple of rino senators that voted against Pete for Sec. of Defense. They came up with a good reason… Accusations. I sure am glad they didn’t insist on anything substantial; you know, such as proof. (Don’t think I want any of then on my jury)

Think about it, a five-year-old can make an accusation. By the way, I have a few accusations for the senators. I even believe I might be able to find some evidence to back them up. I know I can find a few witnesses.

Sorry. I know the title is not so accurate but it was as close as was able. Bear in mind I barely got my H.S . diploma. Regardless, I am sure you’ll figure it out.

FEMA seemed to do their best to ignore North Carolina. Now the current president has decided to take appropriate action. He is considering a massive reorganization or complete doing away with it.

That likely means some of those desk jockeys will be looking for jobs. For that matter, they might all be. And some real estate agent will be showing newly vacant prime office space.

I was just sitting here thinking. I know. My wife hates it when I do that too. I have no idea why.

Nonetheless Pres. Trump used to be pro choice and drastically changed his mind as he considered a young nephew, I think that is what he said. The boy was almost aborted. As he sees the child today it bothered him that the child was almost killed before he was born.

So, as I was saying, I was considering, what if a woman was required to see her child as a three-year-old. Maybe she should be required to hold him for a few minutes.

I suspect the number of abortions would drop suddenly, unfortunately, not to nothing, but close.

Unfortunately, that requirement will never happen. It’s simply impossible.

Isn’t it a shame?

If you are registered as a Republican and the dems are about to assume power, don’t go anywhere near D.C. For that matter you might want to steer clear of the states of NY & CA too.

Actually, if I were you, I’d avoid that whole red state thing. They all seem to have this thing against self defense. In St Louis, the couple was charged and they never shot anyone, or even shot any weapons. They just stood there in front of their homes, outnumber, may I remind you.

I am considering purchasing a baseball pitching machine, maybe two. I wonder how much a ball would hurt while traveling a hundred or so miles an hour.

I really should not write like that. They’ll outlaw pitching machines and the like.

Don’t get me wrong. The following is strictly for illustration. I have not nor do I have any plans to commit any crimes. How-some-ever, if I were ever taken in and accused of anything, I would much rather the police use the rubber hose on me than the threat of a higher penalty, especially the death penalty.

I mean if I have a choice between the threat of a few hours with a rubber hose, or the threat of the finality of death, I am choosing the rubber hose every time.

Having said this, this is a fact. If I am guilty, I will willingly and immediately admit it. If I am not guilty, there is nothing that you can do to me to make me say I am. If I am innocent I will go to the chair declaring it.

I understand. Agreements are made all the time. Without them, our justice system would quickly be bogged down. However, I’m not in favor of telling people to sign the confession while holding the figurative gun to their head.

Not only is it wrong, it might send innocent people to prison. Perhaps more important, it may let the guilty go free to commit more crimes.

Don’t know about you, but that thought really rubs me the wrong way. For that reason, I suggest bringing back the rubber hose.

For sure I don’t like Uncle Sam using them to spy on what I do and they do. It is both individually and collectively.

I don’t like them using the taxes to control what I do. You don’t think they do, just think about making a one time total withdrawal from that million dollar 401k. I mean, we are talking big penalties and big income taxes. Oh, and by the way, why did you start the contributions to it in the first place? I am sure someone from your company had a little talk with you, but that talk originated in D.C., I assure you.

As much as I detest the above reasons, what I really find most aggravating is that, to make sure I get it right, I have to pay over a hundred dollars to a professional.

Even then, I generally, figuratively, hold my breath until I realize I won’t have to cough up a grand or two. It is highly probable that I will get everything back. Still, well I’m not telling you anything new.

Over the radio, I heard a discussion over the cost of eggs. One said this and the other said that. Eventually a caller called in complaining of spending ten dollars for a dozen eggs. That’s nearly a dollar each.

I do hope they do resolve the problem soon. I do like my ham and cheese omelet now and again at Waffle House. Also, I am sure Waffle House does like my visits. It is something of a mutually beneficial relationship.

Nonetheless, while I was returning to my car the other evening, I realized someone found a solution. I heard the call of a rooster. Likely someone in the neighborhood was raising chickens.

It did bring to mind the possibility of complaints from the neighbors. Then I thought better of it. The neighbors are likely getting free eggs.

At the price of eggs, I could put up with a noisy rooster.