An Army of one none, a Navy of the Village People.

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Is this the Navy’s Dylan Mulvaney moment? Drag performer Harpy Daniels is Navy’s new ‘digital ambassador’ in bid to boost recruitment that’s set to fall short by 8,000

Baffling, that recruiting shortfall, innit? As with the FBI regarding the opaque, unknowable motivation behind each new jihadist terror attack, I just can’t imagine why it should be, I really can’t. Why, one would think ALL red-blooded American young men would fairly well leap at the chance to scrape barnacles, swab decks, spend long months at sea away from their loved ones, and prance about on the main deck in spike heels and a little black cocktail dress amongst their similarly-fabulous fellow swabbies. All in the course of Defending Freedumb, right? Of course it is.

The United States Navy has turned to a drag performer in its efforts to reach younger recruits on digital platforms and social media.

Yeoman 2nd Class Joshua Kelley, whose stage name is Harpy Daniels, announced on TikTok in November that he would be the Navy’s first ‘digital ambassador,’ highlighting his journey from performing on board beginning in 2018 and growing to become an ‘advocate’ for those who ‘were oppressed for years in the service.’

Kelley, who identifies as non-binary, was one of just five active sailors to participate as ‘digital ambassadors’ for the Navy in its ‘efforts to reach a wide range of potential candidates,’ a spokesperson told Daily Caller.

None of the digital ambassadors were paid, the spokesperson said, and no promotional or recruiting materials with the ambassadors exist.

The campaign is reminiscent of Bud Light’s partnership with trans-star Dylan Mulvaney which led to an immediate backlash, cost billions and caused the brand’s sales to plummet.

Anybody remember the Olden Thymes, when we were sternly and constantly admonished that nearly all transvestites were actually straight men who got no sexual charge at all from dressing up as their great-aunt Tilly? Nah, me neither. Musta dreamed it, I reckon.

Update! Meanwhile, the Woke Model Army isn’t interested in retaining guys like this admirable young man.

What made your military career unexpectedly short?
Can I comment for my son, please?

Kenny’s dream was to become a helicopter pilot for the US Army. So after 4 years of JROTC in high school it was off to Fort Jackson for basic combat training. He then completed AIT as an AH-64 Apache mechanic. He had told me, “Dad, if I’m going to fly the silly things I figure I ought to know how they work!”

Thankfully, Kenny was assigned to Fort Hood, only a 2 hour drive from home, where he perfected his abilities as an Apache wrench.

He was deployed to Iraq with the 4th ID in November 2005 to one of Saddam’s big helicopter bases, Camp Taji. (I was in theater teaching Iraqi Police Service cadets in Baghdad, but took a position at the Iraqi Highway Patrol Academy at Camp Taji about a week after the 4th Infantry arrived, but that’s a story for another posting.). He did his year, and came home to Fort Hood.

4 months after his redeployment Kenny started working on a helicopter that everyone had told him was all set to go, and that the batteries had been turned off. Unfortunately, he trusted his coworkers and didn’t double check. He managed to touch a metal tool to a positive connection. It was only about 24 volts, but was around 1,500 amps, and the electric shock blew him across the hangar. When he woke up in the hospital the electric conduction system of his heart was screwed up, causing him to have upwards of 14,000 extra heartbeats a day. Needless to say, he was removed from deployable status, and was sent to a medical rehab unit.

The Army futzed around with him for two years, sending him to civilian cardiologists and the Brooke Medical Center in San Antonio. But they never did anything to correct his malady. Personally, I haven’t been an active paramedic since 1990, but even I knew that a 23 year old US Army soldier with no other resident health problems presenting with 14,000 extra heartbeats a day means you have an injury to the Purkinje conduction system of the heart, which can be easily corrected.

Finally the Army called him in. “Specialist Rogers, we have good news and bad news for you. The good news is that you are being promoted to E-5. Congratulations, Sergeant Rogers! The bad news is that we are done here. You’re being medically discharged. We’re going to let the VA Hospital fix you. Have a nice life.”

Kenny was crushed. He had all his paperwork ready to enter the Warrant Officer program and begin his pilot training at Fort Rucker, Alabama. He was going to spend the next 30 years flying for the Army, and now they didn’t want him.

About 6 months after first contacting the Dallas VA Hospital they called him up. “Sergeant Rogers, we don’t know why the Army didn’t correct your issues, but if you’ll show up at oh-dark:thirty on Monday next we’ll fix your little problem.”

And they did! Kenny had about 3 extra heartbeats since they did the cardiophoresis procedure, and it happened while he was in recovery at the VA.

He eventually found a civilian helicopter training school, and is currently about two weeks from receiving his commercial rating as a private helicopter pilot. The next step will be completion of the certified flight instructor school, where he can log enough hours as pilot in command to find work. He will probably end up flying for a large city’s police department, or maybe the DEA or Border Patrol.

The fun thing is, because of his Army training and experience, he is able to spot problems with the Robinson R44 he trains in well before even his flight instructor does. His school gets frustrated at him when he “Red Tags” (takes out of service) any of their birds, but they know he’s always been proven to be right. Safety first, you know!

But he would have been much, much happier flying for his beloved Army Aviation.

Included is a photo of the proud papa pinning on his intrepid, entirely honorable son’s new rank insignia before his final promotion to SGT, after which the Green Machine unceremoniously hustled the boy out—one assumes because he just wasn’t Fake or Ghey enough to meet rigorous, exacting Army standards for such.

When we get our heads handed to us by a bunch of tribal, 4th-century savages in our next Forever War, remember: it’s because we deserved to. Far as I’m concerned, both Kenny and his old man can be happy indeed that they’re no longer associated with Amerika v2.0’s PC dot-mil dickheads.