Saturday, November 18, 2017

RIP, Malcolm Young

Time marches on, I guess -- Malcolm Young, the rhythm guitar player and co-founder of iconic Australian rock bank AC/DC, died today. He was only 64. He and his younger brother, Angus, the band's lead guitarist, founded the band in 1972. Their producer and older brother, George Young, died in October at age 70. George gained his own measure of fame with The Easybeats, who scored a hit in the 1960s with "Friday on My Mind."

I always thought Malcolm, playing rhythm, must be the most bored guitar player in history, as AC/DC was often accused of using the same three chords and always sounding the same. Maybe so, but Angus was famously quoted as answering the question, "Why do you always use the same three chords?" with, "Because they work." I'm not sure he ever actually said it -- I feel like it would have been here if he had -- but the band was proud of keeping it simple. And it worked. Malcolm was a big part of that.

I don't know if his death means the end of AC/DC. I hope not. But rock on, Malcolm, whereever you are.

This one's for George:

George was the rhythm guitar player.

And this one's for Malcolm:

Yeah, you barely see him. Damn, they were young. Almost everyone in the video is dead now.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Mattis apparently does this kind of thing a lot

There is a famous story, apparently true, told about Marine Gen. James Mattis, the current Secretary of Defense, who as a brigadier general stood watch as officer of the day at Quantico Marine Corps Base so that a junior officer scheduled to stand the watch could be with his family on Christmas. The story is "apparently true" because it is told by Marine Gen. Charles Krulak, former commandant of the Marine Corps, who, when he was commandant, used to deliver Christmas cookies to Marine units based in the Washington, D.C., area. Read Krulak's story, because it says a lot about Mattis.

So does this story, from just a couple days ago. Apparently an Army veteran went to Arlington Cemetery to visit the graves of a pair of his fallen comrades. He saw someone there he recognized. I can't even begin to tell the story, so I won't. Go to the link. Between that and Krulak's story, you'll realize why every Marine who knows anything about Gen. Mattis would launch an assault on Hell for him tomorrow so long as he would lead the attack. And he would. No surprise he had to retire under the Obama administration. Warriors didn't do well in the military in those days.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

I guess this is a milestone

I'd feel better about it if I were posting more and driving the kind of traffic I used to, but Eff You passed 200,000 visitors sometime yesterday. Obviously, this is a low-traffic blog in the best of times, but still. Thanks for coming by, and I'll try to do better about posting. Tough times here at Chez Wolves, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel. I think it's neon and says "Budweiser."

Andorra came by again. That reminds me . . .

Yo, Lichtenstein, Monaco, San Marino, what's the hold-up? Come on by.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

I didn't forget the Marine Corps' birthday

With Cpl. Wolves out of the Marines, I struggled with whether I should still put up a birthday post for the Corps. I didn't yesterday, but I decided that as a child of the Corps, I should acknowledge the anniversary. Happy belated birthday, Marines:

Thursday, November 9, 2017

I guess it was just a matter of time

Big Mouth Billy Bass was a thing about 25 years ago, with a fake fish singing stupid songs. Somebody figured out how to update Big Mouth Billy. The past meets the future in this magnificent melding of technologies:

Shit like this really happens, I guess.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

The Marines are looking for a Truck-Mounted Rocket Launcher that fits in an Osprey

Well, no shit, Sherlock. So am I.
The Marine Corps is on the hunt for an uber-compact rocket launcher system capable of raining down suppressive fire on the enemy, then flying away in a V-22 Osprey or CH-53K King Stallion.
As the Corps prepares for a future fight in which units operate with greater independence and at greater distances apart, portability and power are at a premium.
Ever since I was 7 years old and made a mortar out of tennis ball cans with my older brother, I have been looking to up my firepower and its portability. Since I don't have an Osprey, though, I want something that fits in a Honda Accord.

You want more Trump?

This is how you get more Trump.

People of faith don't think prayers are a magic spell against evil. Saying that people praying is a waste of time might seem like a good talking point to a party that believes government action cures all ills, but boy, howdy, are they wrong.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Feminist meets facts. Hilarity ensues

It's a little long -- about 15 minutes. Worth it.

What, two sides? Huh.

I don't do this very often

In fact, I'm not sure I've ever done this, but I am too lazy to check. I am elevating a haiku from the comments. This was in response to my weather haiku. Because I am lazy, I am not providing a link. On the upside, I have posted so infrequently this month, it shouldn't be hard to find. Here is the haiku, from Anonymous:
Falling rain all day
will it continue tonight?
A yearning for snow
That's what I'm talking about.

Friday, October 20, 2017

While we're riding the haiku train . . .

. . . how about an unemployment haiku?

Five weeks out of work
Finally got a new gig
Probably won't last.

Started a new gig Tuesday after striking out on I lost count of how many jobs. Might last three weeks, maybe longer. The job I had lined up to start five weeks ago, after being postponed repeatedly for a week at a time, got postponed again to "maybe sometime before you die." Or maybe not. We'll see how this goes.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Weather haiku

Haven't had a haiku of any kind in a while, so I figured it was time:

Ice on my windshield.
80 just the other day.
Weather is fucked up.

Hard to believe I'm not Japanese.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Thank God we have references like this to steer us in the right direction

I don't know how we could ever put on a Halloween costume without advice from college students. This flow chart, thank God, provides us the help we need:

Don't know what I'd do without them. Apparently anything criticizing President Trump is OK and pretty much everything else is racist. If you open the image in a new tab, you can enlarge it so you can truly absorb the wisdom contained therein.

Hat tip to Campus Reform via Instapundit.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

I should think carefully about what I post about

The other day I posted about my love for Key Lime Pie Filled Twizzlers, and my sadness that I had given my last package to Cpl. Wolves. Today, what should appear on my doorstep but a package, addressed to me, from someplace I had never heard of. I knew I hadn't ordered anything. What should I find inside but four packages of Key Lime Pie Filled Twizzlers. To the reader who sent them, thank you. And what Cpl. Wolves doesn't know won't hurt him. These are mine.

What the fuck is wrong with California?

Everything, pretty much, but they keep making things worse. Having decided that they don't need no stinking immigration laws, they also have decided that you will be made to care, under penalty of law. Specifically, if you don't call transgender people by the pronoun that those people choose, you will be punished:
California health care workers who “willfully and repeatedly” decline to use a senior transgender patient's “preferred name or pronouns” could face punishments ranging from a fine to jail time under a newly signed law.
Among the unlawful actions are “willfully and repeatedly” failing to use a transgender person’s “preferred name or pronouns” after he or she is “clearly informed of the preferred name or pronouns.”
The law states that if provisions are violated, the violator could be punished by a fine “not to exceed one thousand dollars” or “by imprisonment in the county jail for a period not to exceed one year,” or both.
If you don't think California will extend such punishments to everyone eventually, you haven't been paying attention to California lately. If the preferred pronoun is xi, xe, xis or whatever, you better fucking use it if you work in a nursing home. And soon, no doubt, it will be in every workplace. That's how California rolls. Do they care if the First Amendment bars the government from dictating what people say or don't say? Oh, hell no. First Amendment? We don't need no stinking First Amendment:

Get used to it, kids. That's how California rolls.

Monday, October 9, 2017

I've found a new obsession

Back in April, I stumbled across a package of Twizzlers in a store -- I still can't remember which one, but I think it was Target. They were Key Lime Pie-Filled Twizzlers. I bought a package, and ate them. They were really fucking good. I told Cpl. Wolves about them. He was unable to find any. In May, we went to Florida to visit Maj. Wolves, and failed to locate any there. Subsequently, I ordered six packages from some place online.

I was given to understand that they were a limited time issue. When they arrived, I gave three of the packages to Cpl. Wolves, who devoured them, probably by the time he arrived home. I hoarded mine, eating them slowly. Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fucking good. Finally, I was down to one package. Cpl. Wolves came over a week ago, and since we hadn't seen him in a while, I gave him my last package of Key Lime Pie-Filled Twizzlers.

Sometimes, I wonder what the fuck is wrong with me. He's only my son, after all, and I gave up my last package of Key Lime Pie-Filled Twizzlers. I need to get my head examined. I'm obsessed with these things, and I gave them away. Obsession, you say:

OK, not that kind of obsession, but still.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Mmmmmm, key lime cheesecake

Mrs. Wolves found a recipe for key lime cheesecake that I just had to try. Glad I did. You start with a cup of graham crackers (about nine) ground up into crumbs, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 5 tablespoons of melted butter, 1/3 cup of lime juice, 1/2 cup of heavy cream, 3 tablespoons of sugar, 16 ounces of cream cheese, softened, 1 can of sweetened condensed milk, 1/2 teaspoon vanilla and six limes. The limes should provide the juice, zest and lime slices.

So first we make the crust. Turn the graham crackers into crumbs in a blender, add the sugar and salt:

Soften the cream cheese in a separate bowl:

Melt the butter:

Mix the butter with the crumbs mixture:

Spray some cooking spray into a 9-inch springform pan:

Spread the graham cracker crumbs evenly across the bottom of the pan:

Put the pan in the freezer for 15 minutes so it will set. Meanwhile, add the sweetened condensed milk to the cream cheese:

Squeeze enough limes to get 1/3 cup of juice:

Like this:

Add that to the cream cheese and sweetened condensed milk:

Beat the shit out of that stuff:

No, seriously. Beat the shit out of it:

 Take the whipping cream and beat it:

Looks beat to me:

Mix the whipped cream into the beaten cream cheese:

Pour the mixture over the chilled crust, cover with plastic film and refrigerate for at least 12 hours. At this point, you will pretend that I didn't forget to take a picture of the finished product and you will enjoy the fuck out of a delicious cheesecake. No, seriously. Just do that.

Monday, October 2, 2017

Yeah, game food porn

I cannot believe it took me this long to get up the game food porn from LAST Sunday, when we beat the Bengals in overtime. It did, though. I guess I'll get to the game food porn from Thursday night, when we beat the living fuck out of the Bears, later. As it is. Last Sunday, we had, of course, stuffed potato skins:

We also had bacon-cheeseburger macaroni and cheese, which is really, really good:

We also had brown sugar bacon dogs:

Oh, my word, good stuff. Not for your heart, mind you, but mighty tasty. The recipes, of course, can be found by searching the blog. You should. Your stomach, if not your heart, will thank you.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Just watched the National Anthem at the start of the Packers-Bears game

Despite all the talk by Packers' players for everyone in the crowd to link arms in a show of "unity" -- nobody said unity with what -- I didn't see anybody in the crowd linking arms. Lord knows the cameras would have found them. I saw a lot of people with their hands over their hearts, and more than a few, presumably veterans, saluting. The NFL is losing this battle over the National Anthem by siding with the losers who started this shit of taking a knee during the anthem. Everybody knows Colin Kaepernick is protesting that the U.S. is an oppressive country -- he said so. Supporting him supports that concept. Is that what we support? Not me, and not most people, certainly not most people who watch the NFL. No wonder ratings are down.

Does this bag make my butt look big?

All of the kit-tays seem to love getting into bags, boxes and whatnot. Getting into bags, though, often leaves them with a dilemma. Like, how to get out:

Sometimes they look for assistance, such as Mischief seems to be doing here:

Now I think she's begging:

Yeah, we helped her get loose from the bag.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Seriously, this does not surprise me

I don't know how many of you watch "Game of Thrones" on HBO. All you need to know, really, is that Cersei Lannister is one nasty-ass, duplicitous, evil bitch. And that's being kind.

Naturally, Hillary Clinton in her blame-everybody-but-me book about the election, "What Happened," identifies with good old Cersei:
It comes as little surprise Clinton identifies with the mad queen. In What Happened, her new book about losing the presidential election to Donald Trump, Clinton writes:
Crowds at Trump rallies called for my imprisonment more times than I can count. They shouted, 'Guilty! Guilty!' like the religious zealots in Game of Thrones chanting 'Shame! Shame!' while Cersei Lannister walked back to the Red Keep."
 Has she ever watched the show? Apparently not. Cersei never accepts her own responsbility for her failures either.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Even when you can't tell what the hell they're doing

Them kitties are cute, even when it's not clear what is going on:

Behind the blinds, I'm not even sure what they're up to. Shadow boxing? I don't know:

But they're doing it, it's cute, and Mrs. Wolves takes pictures of it. So deal with it.

All they do is cute

Fighting, resting, getting into bags and boxes, you can't beat the sisters for cute:

Go ahead. Try.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

In case you're keeping track

Poland is no longer No. 10 on the all-time visitors' list. No, they didn't surrender the spot to the U.K. or Latvia, who played takeaway for so long with the slot before the Poles decided to kick both of those nations out of the Top 10. No, Sweden is back in the Top 10 at No. 10. Poland has moved up to No. 7. Too lazy to figure out who got booted in favor of Sweden, but Poland is kicking it! Denmark continues to overperform at No. 4.

Friday, September 15, 2017

In case you didn't know this . . .

Whipped cream that you actually whip from heavy cream will maintain form for days. Whipped cream that you dispense from a canister will be flat by morning. Interesting.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Back to The Farm, strictly harvest edition

Went to The Farm a couple days ago, just to do some harvesting. No weeding, no nothing else. Just harvesting. Got bell peppers, which have done well. The hot peppers, not so much:

Got some more of the last-crop beans, which continue to produce well:

Paltry hot-pepper crop. Too much rain in July, too cool in August:

This is practically our entire tomato crop this year. Partly weather, but mostly no weeding. They just got choked out:

As it has all year, the Swiss chard continues to produce in spades:

The okra also continues to produce at rates that pretty much exceed anyone's ability to consume okra:

Fall crops are in, so we'll see how they do. The fall corn is coming along OK, and we have lots of other stuff in as well. We'll see how it goes.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

I really need to post more often, Farm edition

About 10 days ago, I was at The Farm to check on things and harvest stuff. The corn that Farmer Tom finally let me plant looks good:

e have some broccoli in the ground now that should be ready about Halloween:

The second-crop peas I planted are coming in:

We also have brussels sprouts in the ground:

Swiss chard continues to produce, against all odds:

The final crop of beans also is putting out produce:

I harvested some cucumbers, tomatoes and okra:

Also turnips:

Got some carrots:

A little Swiss chard:

Some beans:

Some peppers:

All in all, not a horrible day. We have a number of crops that performed extremely poorly, but we've had some successes, too. I prefer to dwell on the positive and correct the deficiencies next season.

Monday, September 11, 2017

What was yesterday? Fucking game day, people!

Fuck a bunch of Thursday night Patriots losing to the Chiefs bullshit -- I guess 19-0 is no longer a discussion for the Patriots -- yesterday was the real start of the NFL season. From 1 p.m. Eastern Time until damn near midnight, it was wall-to-wall football. Smack dab in the middle of the schedule was the game between two top Super Bowl contenders from the NFC, Green Bay and Seattle. Unexpectedly, Green Bay won because of their defense, which sucked last year, at least against the pass. Improvements have been made.

I'm not sure improvements have been made to the game food, but I will say that the food served Sunday night was at least as good as anything served last year. Top notch, people. Married Into Wolves came by to see the game, while Cpl. Wolves had to work. But we had great food regardless.

Because we pretty much always do, we had stuffed potato skins:

In recognition of the damn-near-dinner-time game, we had bacon-cheeseburger macaroni and cheese:

We also had brown-sugar bacon dogs to fill out the protein-heavy lineup:

I had considered doing onion rings, but decided not to for a variety of reasons, and time constraints prevented me from doing a veggie dip tray, which accounts for the lack of vegetable matter on the menu. Look, if you want a balanced, nutritious meal, quit fucking coming here. This is game food, damn it.

The Packers won, the food was good. Nice start to the season.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

You don't see that very often

Just a couple days ago, I saw something that I'm not sure I've ever seen before. What could this be?

A hot chick on the back of a motorcycle. Seriously, how often does that happen?

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

I was thinking about The Rules today

The main rule I was thinking about was No. 3 -- every project ends tomorrow. Normally that is a caution to people who get too comfortable on a project that seems to be going for a long time, but I think that is literally true for me. Tomorrow is probably it. Maybe Thursday, which would be nice. Yeah, I'm looking for new stuff, but that's not the point. I have gathered together all of The Rules, which previously were apparently in at least three different places. So here are all The Rules for life in TempTown, at least as they now stand. Remember, The Rules expand. They never contract. Here is what we have now:
Rule No. 1: They're lying.
Rule No. 2: Take any overtime offered, because They will take it away.
Rule No. 3: Every project ends tomorrow.
Rule No. 4: At some point during every project, They will raise false hope.
First corollary to Rule No. 4: Probably repeatedly.
Second corollary to Rule No. 4: And your hopes will be dashed.
Third corollary to Rule No. 4: Mercilessly.
Which means that Rule No. 4 in full reads, At some point during every project, They will raise false hope, probably repeatedly, and your hopes will be dashed mercilessly. Got it?
Rule No. 5: Click slow, work long.
Rule No. 6: Remember, They're lying.
Rule No. 7: Do whatever you have to do to get a good seat. Your seat is all you have as a temp.
Corrollary to Rule No. 7: If your seat is where someone from the firm will notice you, it isn't a good seat.
Rule No. 8: The firms believe temps will steal the silver given half a chance and treat you accordingly.
Corrollary to Rule No. 8: Behavior by at least some temps largely justifies this belief.
Rule No. 9: Don't agonize over responsiveness calls. The document is or is not responsive -- you have a 50-50 chance of getting it right. If it might be responsive, put it in. Otherwise, put it out and move on. Low numbers are death.
Rule No. 10: Definitely don't agonize over privilege calls. If you think it might be privileged, mark it privileged. Nobody ever got fired for over-privving, but lots of people have been fired for letting a single privileged document get through.
No. 11: On every project there will be at least one person who looks like there is absolutely no way he does not have a freezer filled with the heads of young women.
I'm sure I will come up with more rules at some point, but I thought it was worthwhile to get all of them into a single post.

Monday, September 4, 2017

"1984" was supposed to be fiction, not a guidebook

Apparently, the left doesn't see it that way, as the leftiests of the left now want to criminalize calling transgender people by anything other than the pronoun they prefer:
A bill that passed the California state senate and is now moving through the Assembly could threaten jail time for anyone who refuses to use a transgender person’s preferred pronoun.
The law is currently limited in its effects to nursing homes and intermediate-care facilities, but if passed, those who “willfully and repeatedly” refuse “to use a transgender resident’s preferred name or pronouns” could be slapped with a $1,000 fine and up to one year in prison, according to the California Heath and Safety code. The state senate passed the bill 26-12 at the end of May. Since then, the Assembly Judiciary committee recommended the bill unanimously and the General Assembly held its first hearing on the legislation Wednesday.
OK, It's California, but those are the same fucks who gave us, well, pretty much every bad idea in the 20th century. This is limited in scope, for the moment, but don't believe for one second that California won't try to apply this to everyone at all times. Don't worry about the constitutionality of state-mandated speech, heaven fucking forbid we fail to call mentally ill people what they want to be called. If I claim to be a penquin, everyone would call me crazy. If I claim to be a woman, everyone says, well, we have to respect his gender identity, despite all of the biological evidence that contradicts what I claim. Party of science my ass.

Hey, maybe I don't know shit, but I bet Paul McHugh of Johns Hopkins does:
McHugh, the hospital’s chief of psychiatry from 1975 to 2001, still believes that being transgender is largely a psychological problem, not a biological phenomenon. And with the title of university distinguished service professor at Johns Hopkins Medicine, he continues to wield enormous influence in certain circles and is quoted frequently on gender issues in conservative media.
“I’m not against transgender people,” he said recently, stressing that he is “anxious they get the help they need.” But such help should be psychiatric rather than surgical, he maintains.
Almost no cases of "transgender" people involve actual biological problems, such as hermaphroditism or some other genetic misfire. They are almost all between the ears. Forcing me to call a person with mental health problems whatever that person wants me to call them is not government's place -- especially if that includes made-up words like xi and xer or whatever. That's why we have a First Amendment. I don't much give a fuck what they call themselves. But that doesn't mean I have to call them that. Don't like it? Refer to the title of the blog.

I have empirical proof that other countries don't mind the U.S. bombing them

Serbia came by today, and when I checked to see if that was the first visit from someone in Serbia, I found that it was at least the second. However, a comment I made in the post about our first visitor from Serbia got me wondering. How many countries that the United States has bombed are represented by visitors to Eff You? In the post, I limited it to the last 20 years, so I'll stick with that. Obviously, if we go back to 75 years, the numbers go way up and would include quite a few countries that, at least nominally, are now U.S. allies, although I have my doubts about Germany and France.

In any event, I decided to check. It's not that I am dead set against bombing other countries, mind you, I just wonder how many of those countries are nonetheless represented on the visitor's log of Eff You. So without actually doing any research, off the top of my head I drew up a list of countries the U.S. has bombed since, oh, 1997.

It's not a short list. It includes: Serbia, Bosnia, Croatia, Libya, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Syria. Am I leaving anybody out? I think that covers it. We've probably dropped a few in countries we don't like to talk about. Maybe Sudan, Somalia, Congo, Mali, who knows where else. But we'll stick with those first eight.

So how many of those countries have had a resident drop by Eff You? All but Libya, where I'm not sure they even have internet connections. Anyway, I consider this empirical proof that 7 out of 8 countries bombed by the U.S. don't hold it against us. Doubt me? Fine, come up with your own empirical proof.

Friday, September 1, 2017

Traffic, odds, and ends

August traffic was pretty much mediocre at best, tending toward bad, but not awful, especially when you consider that I posted almost not at all during August. The fact that anyone visited is a testimony to the persistence of spambots seeking porn. They come to this site because I say "fuck" a lot. But I digress.

I have excuses, of course -- I have been working more than 60 hours a week since late July, impeding my ability to post simply by virtue of taking my time. I also have been doing a fair amount of freelance writing in the last six weeks, which might or might not give me an avenue out of Temp Town but certainly puts claims on my time. I have a small window when I get home, and I have to squeeze through that window freelancing, walking Jeb, canning vegetables (this time of year, anyway), domestic stuff and any number of other things that need or want doing on a given night. Blog posts tend to sink down the list of priorities. So I apologize for my lack of diligence in posting.

Naturally, given the fact that I have almost no time as it is, I am planning a venture that will make things worse. It is a different topic, and a different medium, and it won't happen tomorrow, but I am planning a new venture that I fervently hope will also grease the skids for my exit from Temp Town. More on that later.

Anyway, please keep coming by -- and yes, that includes you, Russian porn-seeking spambots -- because I appreciate it. Did I mention I might move the blog to another location? Yeah, more on that later, too.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Looks like Russia's first fifth-generation fighter is a bust

We've talked about the PAK-50 and Russia's problems with their effort at a fifth-generation fighter here and here, and maybe more, but it is becoming more and more apparent that the PAK-50, now apparently known as the Sukhoi Su-57, is a steaming heap of shit, at least as fifth-generation fighters go. (Spoiler alert: The United States remains the only country that actually has developed a fifth-generation fighter.) That singular status seems to remain unchallenged by the newly named Su-57:
On August 11, Russia named its new stealth fighter the Su-57, but despite having a name, a finalized design, and a tentative date for its delivery, it already looks like a huge disappointment.
Russia first flew the Su-57 in 2010, demonstrating that it would enter the race towards fifth-generation aircraft after the US revolutionized aerial combat with the F-22, and later the F-35.
But in the years since, the Su-57 has failed to present a seriously viable future for Russian military aviation. Russia already fields some of the most maneuverable planes on earth. It has serious firepower in terms of missiles and bombs, and long-distance bombers and fighters. But what Russia doesn't have is a stealth jet of any kind.
Building a stealth jet is not easy. The sophisticated electronics involved in a fifth-generation fighter are beyond the capabilities of any nation besides the U.S., unless, of course, another nation is able to steal the technology. Anyone who has seen first-line U.S. fighters through the years side-by-side with Soviet fighters knows that this happens a lot. Yes, the MiG-15 was a clone of the F-86, both of them Korean War-era planes. Coincidence? I think not. The Tu-160 looks just like a U.S. B-1 bomber, the Su-27 bears an uncanny resemblence to the F-15. The list goes on. The Soviets routinely stole  the basic design plans for our front-line aircraft.

What they were unable to steal, or at least unable to duplicate, was the complex avionics that made all of those aircraft dramatically superior to the clones the Soviets put in the air.

That is the problem that faces Russia today. They can't develop a fighter that actually can compete with the fighters we are seeking to retire, much less the aircraft that we are bringing on line. Nor can China, which still has to buy aircraft engines from Russia because the ones they build on their own suck.

On a qualitative level, no one can compete with U.S. air power. However, the Chinese apparently are willing to concede a qualitative edge and attempt to overcome that with a quantitative advantage. If our fighters can impose a 10-to-1 kill advantage, then China will simply make sure that their fighters outnumber ours by 20-to-1. Simple math: they win. Therein lies the problem of relying on superior technology. You still need numbers.

We don't have them. Someone at the Pentagon needs to wake up. When the Huns sacked Rome, they weren't relying on technology.

Friday, August 25, 2017

I have, in fact, been to The Farm recently

I went on Sunday, just to harvest. It was a quick-hit visit, so I had no time to weed, etc. Still, the harvest was good. I got okra, tomatoes and cucumbers:

Got a bunch of beans:

The okra looks good and continues to produce prodigiously:

The corn that Farmer Tom didn't want me to plant looks good:

Really good:

On the other hand, some of the squash-related crops just burned out:

Not a happy time. Anyway, tons of okra:

Also peppers and cukes:

Wax beans, of course:

And purple beans, because they look cool when you can them with green beans and wax beans:

Oh, shit, more green beans:

Probably going to The Farm again tomorrow, and if not, certainly Sunday. We'll see what we see.