Showing posts with label Swims with the Fishies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Swims with the Fishies. Show all posts

Monday, July 04, 2011

AA in the Navy

For anti-aircraft target practice, crewmen were firing the ship's 20 mm guns at a kite that was being towed behind the ship. One of them shot it down, but also accidentally hit the depth charges on the stern—a direct consequence of the lack of guide rails that would normally prohibit the guns from being aimed at the ship. The resulting explosion knocked out all power on the ship and sank her in about three minutes. The survivors of the blast endured four or five days of no food, high temperatures and full exposure to the sun on their makeshift rafts; some, driven mad by these conditions, simply jumped into the water and were devoured by sharks.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Rot at the wheel. Relying on electronic gizmos.

I don't know why they wouldn't question driving into a puddle that doesn't seem to end. Duh.

Monday, May 02, 2011

We sleep soundly in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm

“They’ve reached the target,” he said.
Minutes passed.
“We have a visual on Geronimo,” he said.
A few minutes later: “Geronimo EKIA.”

That's the endgame. The starting point was elsewhere. Where they drink tsuica. Or rum. Not that the Gray Lady would acknowledge that.

Monday, January 31, 2011

The New Republic Gets It

Or at least the guy soon to be crucified by the Huffpoistas as a newly revealed Neokkkon

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

JEWS! Just when Pepe thought it was safe to go in the water




Beware da Jewbarak, my son, da Jews dat klatch, da Klaus dat sprach. Beware da JewJewbird, and da Frumious Bundasnack,

Ah, Neokkkoners with their sharkie teeth. Clever clever Zion.

Monday, November 22, 2010

"Deport them all!" says Tecs.

Make sure to hit this link.
Why Czechs don't have seizures.
I've had that! Went away on its own when I got my glasses.

Sunday, October 03, 2010

When Too Many Jews Are on Board, There Is Always a Solution

Dean Wormer, Commodore Warner....hmmmmmmm

No doubt she was brash, no doubt the refined gent found her presence in Versailles unbecoming to his Bleu sensibilities. The ship's captain knew which side his bread would be most heavily buttered by. A simple story, with an ending honored by long tradition. Possible that Pepe would be conflicted over this one, but more likely he would join in consigning Neokkkoness Sher to da briny deep doo doo of the cruise set.

Saturday, May 01, 2010

A Conspiracy Theory

The motto should be "Don't Trust, but Thoroughly Verify"

The Cap & Trade scam, in any case, has proven it will not go quietly into that unprofitable night. The actions of its many powerful proponents will be interesting to behold. And the line between their actions and the world of speculation will be as clear as Pepe's Logik.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

37 Years Later

In two weeks, the long exile briefly ends. It is time to disappear off the map. You won't mind. If in a month or so I do not reappear, celebrate your good fortune.
It would be happier if Penelope was there, waiting with love, to make it easier to face a world gone to dogs. But it is still my Ithaca.

Monday, January 04, 2010

Fredo,...

...and a previously posted contrasting image here.
The lost mafioso. More.

Sunday, November 01, 2009