Category: Personal Blog (Page 19 of 27)

To the Sounds of Chaos (of a shoe sale)

The Corps is allowing women into infantry school.  Story here:

Now, first off, for all the whiners out there, they aren’t yet making them 03XX’s.  Women are simply going to infantry schoolThey are not yet becoming infantry.  The opinion is pretty well against it, but the only constant is change, and the Corps has consistently been the branch most willing to embrace change.  Frankly, I think forcing Marines to go sleeves down is a bigger issue than this.

I think this is a really good thing, and will keep the Corps on the cutting edge of warfighting excellence.  Taking the issue of women in the infantry aside for the moment, this is still a good thing.  Women are occasionally finding themselves in combat.  Were my daughter, or my sister (as I consider a fellow Marine) to end up having to assault through a near ambush after losing her 7 ton in a convoy, or repel an attack at an Entry Control Checkpoint, I’d rather she were trained to the standards of an infantryman, rather than the sad 2-week basic course your average pogue (Personnel Other than Grunt) gets.

Secondly, perhaps this will strengthen the resolve of the men in infantry school.  Who is going to want to fall out of a hump or get choked out in front of a woman?

As to letting women into the infantry, it’s going to happen.  Would you rather it happen overnight where every girl who just saw the newest Katy Perry video wants to join the grunts, or with a break-in period preparing them for or giving them an idea of the rigors of infantry life to dissuade the weak of spirit?

Now, as a grunt (albeit principally mechanized) I’ll just out and say it:  women should be allowed in the infantry.

As expected, the usual naysayers have come out.  And they’re the same ones that said we should keep blacks out.  They’re the same ones who not a year ago said letting the gays be in openly would destroy the Corps.  Where’d that get us?  Letting gays in made us even LESS fashionable as we went sleeves down.

I fail to understand how the conservative argument that the invisible hand would end discrimination doesn’t apply to women in combat.  The argument goes thusly:  Let us assume just for argument that the average white man is 90% superior to the average black man in any given area.  If an employer hired all whites, he would lose out on the 10% of black people that are better than the average white person.  Therefore, his business would fail in a competitive marketplace that hired the best workers independent of discrimination.

I’ll be the first person to say that the average man makes a better grunt than the average woman.  But there are women that CAN do the job, and do it damn well.  The Corps is poorer for filling a boat space with a weak man while leaving a strong woman behind a desk down at admin.

I can hear you already, “But Jefferson, what about how they water down the standards for women?”  Well, don’t!  Look, two wrongs don’t make a right.  Women overwhelmingly vote in a manner contrary to the principles of liberty, small government, and the rights of man.  Would you then propose we take away women’s suffrage?  A woman has the right to vote; that she uses that right irresponsibly is of no relevance.

The same point stands for the idea that men would rush into danger recklessly out of some sense of chivalry to protect a woman.  You do not deny women equal rights because men cannot handle it responsibly.  Besides, men will throw themselves into the grinder one after the other to protect their fellow male Marine.

People fear/reject that which they don’t understand.  Just as with any minority group, once a woman takes that M240 off of your back on a 20 mile hump, your respect for her will increase several times faster than seeing her sitting behind the admin desk screwing up your paperwork while everyone assumes she picked up NCO because she was, “blowing the 1stSgt.”

To be perfectly honest, I think that’s what most of these people fear:  the shame of being shown up by a woman.  Nonhackers will still be able to strut around thinking they’re badasses if a man relieves their burden, but their own weakness will be undeniable to their insecure selves once a woman proves herself a superior warfighter.

That isn’t to say that I don’t have my own fears.  As with ending DADT, which I supported, I’m concerned with an erosion of my Corps’s culture.  The first female to complain because she overhead a Marine call another a pussy, or that he’s acting like a girl, needs a quick trip to the company office for a talking to.  But, as with most things, people simply fear change and the impact of women into the infantry will be a non-issue a year after it’s implemented.

By the way, here’s that video:

Taking it Back

I’m a sentimental man.  Always have been.  But one of the things you develop in the Corps is the loss of feeling for the special significance of days.  When you’re spending half your life in the field, days just sort of fade into one another.

I recall one time in particular at the Jungle Warfare Training Center in Okinawa. (see a few posts back for the video)  One of my buddies snorted and said, “Look at this milk they give us!  It’s been expired for 2 weeks!”  I flipped mine over and saw that it was indeed expired for 2 weeks.  I also noticed that same 2 weeks ago had been my 22nd birthday.

I do like to commemorate minor days, But 3 days have always had special significance to me:

April 19th

July 4th

November 10th

Of the 3, today is the single most important day of the year.  Today is the anniversary of the “Shot Heard ‘Round the World”.  It’s Lexington and Concord Day, known as Patriot Day (though that term is mostly out of vogue when we discovered that getting blown up by Hajji makes you a patriot somehow on the recently christened “Patriots” day, Semptember 11th.  I guess there was only 1 patriot at Lexington Green as opposed to the thousands of patriots in the Twin Towers)

Now, being the sentimental fool I am, I added to the value of the day.  Seeing her being a patriot, powerful woman, and kindred spirit, I proposed to my ex wife on a small bridge (think Concord bridge) on April 19th.  The day I proposed and the risk and fear involved in it made the day much more valuable than my wedding day to me.  Interestingly, my favorite Professor and personal hero, Dr. William Ramsey, did the same.  My daughter was also conceived on this day.

So today means a lot to me.  It’s a day of bold decisions and great men doing their duty.  I had intended in fact to make a large effort to recover my ex-wife’s heart today.  I’ve had a few ideas pouring in my head for a few months and decided last night I was going to go for it.  Then I was struck square in the heart harder than with a musket ball.  As a wedding gift, a friend had purchased us some Tannerite.  I still remember the joy of coming home and finding an unexpected box labeled ORM-D on my doorstep.  For the last several years, regardless of the what day of the week it was, I would make British soldier mockups and load them with the Tannerite.  It started as boxes with red felt and paper tricorns and progressed to paper mache’.  We’d celebrate this holy day by blowing those redcoats straight to hell.  Me with my M1A, her with her AR-15.

Well, a few months following the divorce she called me up and asked if I had that Tannerite.  Apparently she felt our wedding present, which we saved for this sacred day was better spent shot up with her new boyfriend.  I’ve pursued her in excess of 4 months.  I’m done.  I’m done chasing; in the event she ever wants to reconcile, she can come to me.  And if that day is to come, it’ll come with a very long talk.  This April 19th?  I’m taking it back. (NSFW)

How Cool is This?

 

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It ISN’T COOL!  As the top commenter on YouTube so eloquently said, “Congratulations America, you’ve officially given up!”

The Bar Association as a Cabal: The MPRE

Scores from the Multistate Professional Responsibility Examination (MPRE) are in.  The Learned Sergeant has dominated.  Bamcis!

 

Now, I’m delighted that I’ve scored as highly as I have, but I’m doubly happy because I had intended this post for a while and didn’t want to sound like the whiny kid who failed and instead lashed out. That was an exceptionally hard test and as the days counted by I was more certain than ever I would find myself taking the exam again.  I wasn’t even marginally close to failure.  2 weeks of study, watching videos on my telephone (I had n0 internet), with my little little girl on my back, arms around my throat screaming, “Your backpack wants you to jump!  Your backpack wants you to get down!”

 

The MPRE is one of the requirements pressed upon law students prior to their acceptance to the state Bar in addition to graduation by an ABA accredited school, passing the actual Bar exam and passing muster of the Bar association itself.  Now, the MPRE is hardly the inconvenience to practice that the actual Bar exam is, but it is still an odious and unjust flexing of muscle by the Bar Association.  It is them tugging on your leash, lest you get the foolish idea that you’re a free man, able to make a living through consensual  contract between yourself and your client.

 

Beyond the fact that the Bar Association has no right to exist, the idea that a group of people can come together and dictate ethics of those they will allow or disallow to work in their sector is nothing short of bullying.  This is not to say that there should be no rules, only that those rules should be laws, just like those any person must follow.  For example, a lawyer surely should not be allowed to tamper with jurors. Then there are those rules that can qualify as either empty or immoral.  For example, a lawyer must not overcharge their clients.  Now, in my mind you cannot overcharge a client.  Whether you charge him $10/hr or $1,000/hr, it is not overcharging someone if he freely and with knowledge accepts your offer.

 

Part of the problem comes from the the concept that those rules you are tested on are of two separate categories:  MUST rules and SHOULD rules.  MUST rules, whether I agree with the rule, or the right to impose the rule, at least make sense.  SHOULD rules have no place in a test.  To do so is very nearly to legislate morality.  At the least, you are being asked to give your time and effort to memorize and thus internalize the moral edicts of those who immorally limit access to the law in a protection racket.

 

But this problem will not correct itself.  So long as law schools continue to indoctrinate students into the belief that they are some form of “elite” they will continue to believe they should have the power not just over law, but over morality as well.

 

A video you ask?  Of course!  Check out this video from the Jungle Warfare Training Center in Okinawa, Japan.  This was from the cycle just before we showed up the first time.

Managing Grief, Pt. Whatever

I miss my ex-wife. Full stop.

But there are days, among which today is one where I can admit that to myself, yet still not wipe the smile off of my face.  I assume this is just part of the healing process.  I dunno.  Honestly, I don’t really care if it is or isn’t.  These days are coming more and more than they have in years.  There is such an incredible amount of joy in my heart.  Perhaps it’s getting back on the track as I prep for the Spartan Beast.  Perhaps it’s Spring.  Perhaps it’s simply me supplementing with vitamin D.  You know what I think it is?  I’m about to graduate.  This should scare me.  I’m in a financial tailspin.  I try unsuccessfully to find my ex-wife, whom I think about daily, in other women.  Near every minute is spoken for.  I’m trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to get a practice started with no money and against the advice of everyone I know.

But my joy is real and it is not fleeting.  It has nothing to do with women fixing my ego.  Honestly, chasing women has probably hurt more than helped.  I misidentified the hurt following the divorce.

My joy is an anxious excitement.  My friends, it has been 7 long years in college.  I loved college.  But my collegiate years were more of a chilling phase in my life.  I’m thawing out.  I’m about to finally grab my gear and get back into the phalanx in the battle for liberty.  “Once More Into the Fray” and whatnot.

I am a scholar.  At least that’s how I picture myself.  But college removed me from myself.  I belong in the fight.  I’ve often said that when I die, I wish it to be with my boots on, in an obscene amount of pain and my mind spent, because I got every last mile out of this body.  College gave me easy years.  It caused my spirit to atrophy.  That isn’t to say that I didn’t earn a few easy years after my time in the Corps.  But just because I earned those easy years doesn’t mean I should have taken them.  In all honesty, I never should have taken an easy day.

But I’m young.  And I am excited for battle.

Going into video withdrawals?

Being a Single Dad…

…is really hard.  But I love the job.  My entire world goes to about 1/8 speed, and I pretty much have to give up any autonomy until Little Bear is in bed, but perhaps it’s the teacher in me.  I love to watch her learn.  It grips the same place that being a squad leader did.  I love to watch her, unprompted, to be about the most considerate person I’ve ever known.  I love her sweetness.  I love her ferocity.  She is my child.  She is a warrior.  She is a thinker.  I love to watch the gears turning in her head.  I love getting a kiss, but having it not be enough; she wants, “lots of kisses.”  I love dropping her off to school and have her hold my hand to show me what job she has that day.  I love picking her up and having 3 kids run across the yard screaming, “Abby, look who’s here!” then having her run full tilt into a growling hug.

 

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