Bah, nuts and phooey!

 Feminists claim we are living in an oppressive patriarchy but I know that's not true because I have lived and worked in countries that actually have such a thing. It's horrible and under no circumstances would I dare go out in public in other than the most modest attire.  I recall in Afghanistan a female naval officer, an IA assigned to Camp Shaheen, Mazar-e-Sharif, newly arrived, went for a run wearing a tee shirt and jogging shorts along with two companions.  She was shot and killed by an Afghan army soldier, one of our dear allies.  Dressed that way she was was an offense to Allah or something. That is your patriarchy. 

And, you know what, feministas? American men are like LTjg Francis Toner, God bless him, who won the Silver Star posthumously. Look him up! No woman could ask for a better man, a man, dammit.

To the left is his Silver Star citation.  It is inaccurate in that it states the killer was an insurgent. He was not.  He was an Afghan National Army soldier who shot LTjg Florence Choe in the back after she and her Navy companions had passed by him. No wonder we called that God-damned place Asscrackistan. Those....

 Let it go, Wanda, let it go. 

No.

We have done with Hope and Honor, we are lost to Love and Truth,
We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung,
And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth.
God help us, for we knew the worst too young!
~ Kipling 

By the way, it is common for medal citations to garble the actual events or, as in Toner's case, "massage" them for political purposes.  A few posts ago I reproduced Lt. George Schuncke's Navy Cross citation. It reads, in part, "Lieutenant Schuncke valiantly launched an attack against two Japanese armored cars firing on a U.S. Navy seaplane. Despite the terrific and concentrated anti-aircraft fire he flew in low to attack, holding persistently to the heavily armored targets...." The statement is true with the clarification that he was firing on tanks, not armored cars.  But it doesn't really explain why his command put him in for the Navy Cross.  The actual situation was that a TBM, a plane with a three-man crew, had been hit and ditched close in shore and the PBY, God bless it's crew of nine, went in to try to rescue them. It came under fire from the Jap tanks and LT Schuncke, flying an FM-2 fighter plane, went after the tanks to draw their fire to him.  He knew that his machine guns could do no serious damage to tanks but he did it anyway and it worked. The tanks shifted their fire to him, the PBY was able to rescue the downed airmen and get away. But Schunke was killed, something he had considered, no doubt, accepted, and did what needed to be done, an act those who knew him believed worthy of honoring with the Navy Cross.

Now in LTjg Toner's case, the Silver Star citation is fudged, attributing his death to an "insurgent" rather than to our most worthy and glorious ally so as to avoid telling the public that we were fighting a pointless war with no good guys on either side and nothing to achieve, no victory for truth, justice and the American way to be had. It was all a damned....  Okay, Wanda, calm down, easy there, steady, whoa now...that's a girl.... 

 Ah, phooey.  I should write about sex or politics or some stupid crap like that.

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A while ago some dumb broads called me hyper-masculine and I was all like as if I'm sure. But now I've been referred to as "ultra-masculine." Okay, fine.  Whatever. If you say so.  But do please allow me to say in my defense that the other day I went for a walk and passing by two robust young ranch hands said hello and they nodded greetings.  After I had walked on, I heard one say to the other, "I would fuck her shadow on a gravel driveway," and the other guy said, "I would do that in the rain." They  were college guys working weekends, maybe 19 or 20, healthy, fit and, um, gorgeous. Very, very yummy. They didn't think I was ultra-masculine. No siree bob. Maybe I'll contrive to walk by them again, maybe even Mae West them. Heh. Gotta try to kick start this widow's fire thing somehow.

Okay, I won't do that. When it comes down to it, I don't want to. It's kind of fun to think about, though. Fun....

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 I discovered I could orgasm just by using my imagination -- no touching! -- when I was a teen. I can't remember what triggered it, so to speak, but it was about the time I discovered boys, as in boys! And they discovered me -- not just boys but males of all ages. They all began directing their male gaze upon me.  Heady stuff, almost overwhelmingly so for my undeveloped brain and naive personality. 

Anyway, some high school dreamboat I had a crush on would be talking to me, maybe while I was leaning up against my hall locker, he looming over me with his arm resting against the locker door and I would be gazing into his eyes, not really listening to what he was saying but enraptured by the sound of his voice, and suddenly everything would go out of focus and I would feel dizzy and then Boom! Orgasm. 

It must have shown in my face or something because the guy would ask if I was okay and I'd drift back to reality and say yes, sorry, and he'd walk away and his pal would ask what happened and he'd say he thought I was trying to hold in a fart.

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All this chatter is a way to distract and amuse myself, so that I don't start thinking too much and sink into melancholia, then depression. It's been a tough year. And it ain't getting any better.