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is there any other kind of greed?

more than 1000 americans were casualties w/n 2 days of french vichy resistance to the landings, a fact i'd not appreciated until reading "an army at dawn" is it time to provide answer? chronology is everything

operation torch, the landings in n africa in 1942, were pretty much an army-only affair BUT the marines DO have history there, just much earlier, which is relevant to this here puzzle

i figured i had nought to fear, seeing how i'm fastening meself to the right side of history here my biggest peeve is it's classic liberalism at its worst - a great cause w/ a shitacular title - "net nazism" seems more the thing, no?

hard not to like the larger history of marine forces - the romans, for example, had no naval tradition, and early on in their contests w/ carthage got their asses handed to them - however, after figuring out how to just turn land-soldiers into sea-soldiers, soon set things to right always liked that the usmc, w/ all it's warts, never was content to take in draftees - i imagine the ss must have had similar sensibilities?

yer certainly heading in the right direction, and as a non-american, probably deserve the gold anyhow

today being the 239th berfday of the marine corps what is the historical problem w/ the opening bit of the corp's hymn? From the Halls of Montezuma To the Shores of Tripoli; We fight our country's battles In the air, on land and sea; googling loses you style-points

you ain't gonna convince no senators by sounding all faggoty n' educated - shame though, brilliant bit of presentation there, i struggle to make it ring human most time i take on the subject

11/10 - day 62 - lap #40 - auspicious autumn - vet's day eve, a lonely one at this school full of aestivally-minded miscreants - three generations of venerated camasionians considered n' contemplated on - the rare bright autumn sun at 3 pm, rightly paired with a stiff easterly breeze - i range along the distance full of old-man fears - what a beast i've become, i sicken at his sight, conquered by foes un-queried - the rock was clammy and cold as corpse flesh, i tried to wave off but walked a bit along the base until my shame overcame me - shoes on, knee pad too, perspired a point or two south when i set off - bounded up as i was bade too though and shrugged off the oozing ethers from the fen-reeks of the ruddy earth - eagerly edged up to the top, hoping to hale the time-traveler as i head up - not a soul in sight, and soon to the top and down - the long light dying on the trail, but wicked bright, like recently considered fading hopes - this year can not last.

i'm sure thomas edison would have dissapproved of it though, probably've used it to kill some poor rain-deer to make a point of it too

dunno, after waiting 3 hours for this website to load i gave up

goddamn showoff

i'm sure he can make the nut for a lot less than even two n' a half thousand clams

just enough time for a denali expedition

2 chicks at the same time?

11/8 - day 61 - first day of fine weather in fuckall - the plan had been to do a dynamite descent w/ berfday boy big-rick n' phuzzy-adam, but clear skies n' calm winds made it madness to contemplate such subterranean shenanigans - a host of cluster-fuck factors saw us arriving a bit later than strictly kosher - i blame meself, was bawling through camas listening to the memorial show for the click n' clack bros wanted to do jensens - the right time of year for that righteous route - projected from the wall so good n' dry, standing south-west so it keeps the sunlight till dusk - we rambled down to the base past a number of Known Delinquents n' gulped down jug-beer while getting geared up and awaiting rick's arrival - adam took us up to the notch via the original first pitch, always an exercise in choss wrangling - rick showed up just in time for me to take his rope in tow, but having arrived declared he didn't much dig the exposure - never met a climber w/ a healthy fear of heights, but reckon it was about time i took us up the 2nd short pitch but by the time adam was up i'd done the math a few times and deduced we'd be topping out well after dark, which i didn't have much taste for, confirmed coward that i've become - we settled for buildign a rat's nest of a rap anchor out of the 4 bolts that have a combined age probably greater than our goddamned country and scooting back down to the ground - more beers n' butts n' laffs n' then a late afternoon jaunt up the corner, just barely dry - a long jaunt back home through the true dark, a full moon as a lamp to light the way - saw the bk twice that night as adam conspired to leave his car keys in the devil when he went in for a burger and i drove off

son like that's worth keeping on the farm

i'm not responsible for what happens when the demon-liquor saps me senses

luckily josh n' i were going uphill n' still only dimly sensed the thrashing we were in for... the next day a snaffle-hound would eat one of my trekking poles and a quick stumble would snap the other in half

fuck, damn near wanna bawl looking at this - so simple them times were - n' them boys was right, by the half-way point, 4 days in, we'd run out of wine n' smokes n' so 1 day later josh and i were back at the car and quick to concrete for more

don't think i'd ever had a greater gut-laugh than this moment - the only thing that fucked it was the goddamn camera battery died just 7 seconds in

kee-rist, can't seem to find old pictures anywhere on my demon computer - that ptarmigan traverse was a true laff-fest and cant' find a fucking mention of it anywhere in my tr list, or pat's or josh's.... still, wish josh can find it - one of my fondest memories - sittin in the horrid brush on day 1, right at 420, smoking a butt and glowering at the godawful bastard i was lost with skirting round the washout was wicked fun too - as josh said, certainly no sign - just hints of a pre-existing path and a sure-as-shit mutual interest in skipping miles upon miles of peeble-fucking to make it

well, that's definitive proof i reckon that sam weren't tyler, i so had hoped since you asked, fw, here mine thoughts on them thare things are: - immigration - fukit, it's a round world - when we've used this one up i'm happy we all do a mass-exit boogey and goddamn the green-skinned bastard on the other end w/ the gall to say our goddamn papers aint in order - amnesty - ain't no man ever forgiven for his original sins - limits of executive power - jumping jesus, you ain't gotta be much of a scholar to know how old that topic is - ironies abound - jefferson rails against it right up until the moment he has the opportunity to enjoy it... if nothign else, i'd make note today is the anniversary of the congress passing, over nixon's veto, the war powers act. how much of a dent's that put into our acting like douche bags?

i'm honored for sure - would be pleased more to see some of them add to the klingon poetry in the thread that can only flow when the flood fountain of eduspeak horseshit is set to full

the man in the middle owns the head first grappled to the guillotine i dont' give a shit what a man's politics might be so long as he can carry it w/ some mirth - a quick lesson of a southern liberal