Hillary is a stud! (In the most feminine sense of the word, of course)
This chick* is a powerhouse, and will be front and center for the next 8 years.
This is her night, and her intro for the leadership of the Senate.
Hillary for majority leader in 2010, (it’s gonna take awhile for Reid to see the handwriting on the wall).
*ed note: Disclaimer: The US government is responsible for any residual sexism that is inferred from any of my statements.
Alright!
As promised, here are a few of the better insults that I remember from the Navy:
“I’d say that you were dumber than a bag of hammers, but that would be an insult to a useful tool.”
“You’re holdin’ up the whole Navy, Midshipman David!” (That one is burned into my memory).
“You’re the kind of person that would go looking for the batteries for the “sound-powered” phones, aren’t ya’?” (Can be alternated with a variation: “You’re the kind of person that would go looking for relative bearing grease, aren’t ya’?”)
One of the harshest that I remember is one that I picked up in 1985:
Over the last two days, I’ve noticed that MyDD has been full of a very vigorous debate over the VP selection.
While it is apparent that this discussion has much pent up energy behind it…I’d like to make a proposal:
Let’s channel that energy, right here, on motley moose.
This is not meant as a guilt trip at all. It’s just a proposal, as an exercise.
July 6, 1984
My first day in the Navy.
I was 17 years old, and had to actually get a special note from my parents to be able to show up for Induction Day, (this is an even larger story in itself, which I’ll probably post about later).
The grounds of the Naval Academy were like nowhere else, in my experience. I grew up in Arizona and Colorado, so the East Coast was a mystery to me. Some of the buildings were very old, (including parts of Bancroft Hall, the dorm building that houses all ~4,500 midshipmen at once), and all the red brick paths were covered in a greenish mold/moss. I’d never been to a place so humid in my life.
It was strange, exciting, and terrifying all at once.
It also marked my entry into the beautiful world of “Sentence Enhancers,” what some would call “Cussin’.“
There is nothing funny occuring right now, so I’ll just sort of dribble on keyboard for a bit.
I’m distressed that there is nothing funny going on in my head. I’m in a serious mood actually.
I blame it on Chris. I’m still jealous over his diary. That diary has sucked all the humor out of the surrounding area. Spiffy and I will have to keep a watch on him, while he’s hanging in the Lounge.