Another one I’ve had open in a tab for a cpl-three days and now can’t remember where I first ran across it.
The same US Navy that once got sunk at Pearl Harbor, turned around, rebuilt the fleet, then put the entire Tojo navy on the bottom of the ocean in four years. The same Navy that braved the Nazi U-Boats of the Atlantic to supply the war effort in Europe. The US Navy that prepared at a moment’s notice to rain thermonuclear death onto the Soviet Union from the cold, pressing, silence of the deep.
Ahh, but there’s the rub, see: it AIN’T the same Navy, any more than it’s the same nation.
They are afraid of a fucking virus with a more than 99.9% survivability rate for anyone young and healthy enough to serve in the US Navy. When COVID broke out on the USS Roosevelt, there were 1,156 cases, three hospitalizations, and one death.
But the Navy is so scared that they had to pervert the symbol of the United States Navy and virtue signal with it.
The Navy is under the command of cowards.
Utterly, utterly pathetic. But fitting enough for all that, seeing as how, like I just told ya, the larger society said Navy is burdened with defending has shown itself to be composed mostly of ditto over the last year, for the selfsame piss-poor reason. Bearing that in mind, there may be something of a bright side here: the Navy’s shiny new Be Saaaafe!!! approach to warfare—whatever that even means in Amerika v2.0—in combination with the American “military” establishment’s unswerving commitment to Diversity Is Our Strength™, just might be enough to entice this mentally-ill freakamuffin into signing up for a hitch:
“It’s not really up for debate.” pic.twitter.com/32cnPDtCiD
— Ian Miles Cheong (@stillgray) April 11, 2021
Dude(ette), I just…just…can’t even. The above rampant psychosis was found at the joint from which I hijacked the disgraced-eagle image and commentary above, a place yclept Gun Free Zone, which clearly needs to be cast into my bookmarks and Ye Olde CF Blogrolle with a quickness. Thus was it written, and thus it has been done. Welcome aboard, fellas.
Yea, yea, I could identify as a female lesbian. Well except for the purple hair. I’m just sticking with some balding and grey.
The Navy is under the command of
I’d fix that eagle one more time. Show it with a surgically removed penis. To show diversity, you know.
The purple haired whackadoodle reminds me of a segment on the Donahue show in the 80s in which a 17 yo gayboy was on to talk about his attempt to get a sex change so he could be a lesbian.