It's also all the way the hell across the continent and very much "not Portland" but I'm tickled to death that the people of New York City gave a big middle finger to the politics of surrender to plutocracy and corporatism: https://www.theguardian.com/.../winner-supporters...
Graphic Firing Table
......Fire support for The Enemy Within.
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
It's a hell of a town
Monday, June 23, 2025
Bomb, bomb, bomb. Bomb, bomb Iran
Friend of the Blog mike wanted a response to the latest U.S. "fucking around in the Middle East", so here goes:
1) Meh.
2) Well...meh IF this is all it is. Dropping ordnance from the low stratosphere is the ultimate in Rich Man's War. Provided your target lacks similar capabilities? You can pretty much stroll away whistling. I don't see this as much, if any, different than bombing Serbs or Libyans, and all the earlier examples of Aerial Gunboat Diplomacy didn't result in any real military escalation. That sucked for the dead and maimed people within the impact areas, but otherwise? Meh.
3) Now...in terms of "the law of war"? This is obviously criminal, the crime of "making aggressive war" for which we hanged the leaders of Germany and Japan. It's technically "unconstitutional" as well, a violation of Congress' explicit war-making power. Which, as we all know, is as dead as the dodo assuming that the GOP majorities could even be bothered to stop fucking with idiocies long enough to bother.
4) Okay. Now...if this ISN'T all it is - that is, if Tubby wasn't just showing his whole idiot ass when he burbeled about "Make Iran Great Again" - and there's a faction in the Fraudulency Aministration that genuinely wants to put GIs in Tehran? Ohfuckno. THAT's beyond insane. This country couldn't do "regime change" in Iraq, a much smaller and less fractious nation, and after fucking around we found out when the Islamic State emerged from the ruins.
5) My opinion on the whole "Israel is the most utterly worthless "U.S. ally" in history" hasn't changed, either, other than this reinforces the whole notion. That kind of pisses me off, since the original Tzahal of the Six Day War was one of my childhood heroes, and the descent of the tough sabras of 1967 into the thugs of the West Bank checkpoints makes me grieve for everyone involved.
6) Jeffrey Lewis has a nice thread on the technical issues with these strikes, as well: https://bsky.app/profile/armscontrolwonk.bsky.social/post/3lsageddlpk2l - well worth a look.
So, to sum up, these things are actually one of the less-harmful (to his own nation) examples of Trumpfuckery. Fairly pointless? Yep. Driven by "addled FOX News grampa" energy? Sure. Possibly relating to the limp-dick performance of his Big Beautiful Birthday Perade? Maybe.
The wild card now is "what happens next?"
If the mullah government falls...then what?
Who or what replaces it? I wouldn't bet that Freedom Will Reign; Iran hasn't had decent governance since the Fifties, if that.
And this whole nonsense frankly just hammers home the lessons of Libya and Ukraine versus North Korea and Israel; if you're a smaller nation and you don't want to kiss the ass of (or get pushed around by) a Great Power?
You NEED fucking nukes. Now. Yesterday.
So whoever replaces Khameni, unless they really, really want to kiss Trump and Netanyahu's asses, need to speed-run Khameni's nuke program, which is kind of "the opposite" of what this nonsense is supposed to be about.
But we're going to have to just wait and see "what's next"
Update 6/24: Apparently what's next is "Tubby declares "ceasefire!", and both Israel and Iran reply "WTF, dude?"
There's no upside for Netanyahu to stop belting the mullahs. The IAF has got to be struggling - my understanding is that, for one thing, their aerial tanker fleet is aging and small - but anything that keeps the Israeli public angry and scared keeps his ass out of court/jail.
Iran? I'd sure they'd love to nope out of this. They're getting mauled. But, as I noted above, if they want ANY hope of not becoming the pawn of every nuclear power with a grudge (or a grift) they still HAVE to keep the hope of nuclear retaliation alive.
My guess is that both Iran and Israel will reach a sort of "peace of exhaustion" and Fatso can claim credit for that. But it won't be "peace" in any sense of the term. And what comes after that? I have no idea.
Friday, May 30, 2025
Just for fun - Friday palate cleanser
Given the dire and dreary doings of the Second Fraudulency Administration, I've been trying to actively avoid all their bullshit in the news - it just makes be want to kill people and break shit, which at this point is still somewhere between "treason" and revolution" - and instead I've been trying to find things to enjoy.
Like this; "The Logistics of Road War in the Wasteland" from Bret Devereaux's wonderful A Collection of Unmitigated Pedantry blog.
Besides the pure entertainment value of a serious discussion of the mechanized combat of the "Mad Max" world (and related/similar movies or video games) it introduced me to this insane IRL thing; the "Toyota War" in Chad.
Now there's a fun subject for a "battles" piece! Toyota Hilux versus T-55! I could see doing either the January 1987 Battle of Fada, or the larger and more critical engagement where the Chadians took the Libyan post at Ouadi Doum in March...any interest in either or both?
What's not to like?
I think I need to get my hands on a copy of Ken Pollack's Armies of Sand first, though. It's supposed to have the best account of the Toyota War, and I'll take a look and see.
But if you've got a moment or two, go read up on Devereaux's take on the Road Warriors:
"All of that is a kind of warfare that actually supports the fractionalization of power, producing the sort of smaller-scale warlordism that the fiction tends to want in these settings. But rather than display their power with massive (but very vulnerable) war rigs, such warlords would likely attempt to overawe foes with impressive displays of their large stock of technicals. And, this being a Mad Max themed setting, by large spikes placed on everything."
Make sure you read the footnote that I've omitted from the end of the final sentence in the above quote to learn more about the "armored codpiece".
Which reminds me of...
..."Ironlily's" cute take on 14th Century religious orders of knighthood, girly Gothic armor (including armored codpieces) and (okay, yeah, a lot of...) cartoon cheesecake in general.
Nothing serious, but kind of adorable (in a sort of smutty way...)
OTOH here's cartoon "adorable" without the smutty: Carol Cao and her delightful "little life in the woods" artwork:
(I apologize for the Muskrat link, but Cao doesn't seem to be posting anywhere else...). I love both the sweet feeling of her art and the attention to detail of the things like the rebounding raindrops on the little temple roof, or the suggestion of the kitty hanboks.
I've also been trying to find kind, soothing, happy reads. These have included the very "cozy" little adventure story The Teller of Small Fortunes by Julie Leong as well as several more chapters in Kashiki Takuo's series ハクメイとミコチ, Hakumei to Mikochi.

I love the idea - Korean folklore meets science-fantasy (think a sort of Ghibli-world-building only without the aircraft...) and hero's quest fiction - but the writing just plods. It's not gross or face-smacking, it's a slow drip of little stuff, like this:
"...they waited for the guards to pass, their bright lanterns giving away their positions."
I don't know any other kind of lanterns, do you? I mean, if the guards had something dim, something like little chemlights, that only hinted at their passage, sure, that would be worth detailing. But "bright" is kind of a default "lantern", innit?
Or this, just a couple of sentences later, when one of these random NPC guards stumbles into our heroes:
"Sighting Sunho, he lashed out at him with a concealed dagger."
Not really "concealed", is it now, seeing as how the guy "lashed out" with it? And how do you "lash" with a dagger? Did the author mean "slashed"? Then why not say that? Mind you, slashing with a dagger - unless it's made on the lines of a full-size bowie or a pesh-kabz (a "Khyber knife" for you Great Game/Kipling fans...) is kind of a mug's game, especially given that the Macguffin of this part of the story is that these aren't random rent-a-cops but "Sareniyan soldiers", the regular army of the Evil Warlord dude of the story.
I mean, I get what the author was trying to say; this troop pops out of a door and immediately attacks our heroes who are very obviously not supposed to be where he finds them. Presumably because he's not on guard at the moment he lacks his issue weapon - probably a spear or sword, based on the worldbuilding - so he whips out his sidearm knife to take them out.
So that seems pretty easy to me:
"They stared at the guard and the guard stared back - for only a moment before drawing his belt knife and stabbing (slashing?) at Sunho, the closest of the three intruders."
Fixed.
I've got a couple of almost-sure-winners on hold at the library; Chris Moore's Anima Rising, more inspired wierdness from the Dirty Jobs guy, and a local author (Mark Pomeroy)'s Tigers of Lents, a semifictional story about soccer and our local Felony Flats, the southeast Portland neighborhood once famed for the New Copper Penny and now the home of the ridiculous Portland Pickles amateur baseball outfit.
Portland being Portland you knew there'd be a homegrown reaction to the feeling of being mulcted by big-time pro sports outfits like the Trailblazers and Timbers. This "Pickles" ballclub is one.
(The other is a nonleague soccer team run by the Pickles people called the "Bangers".
I've never seen the Bangers but if the Pickles level of play is anything to go by, well... let's say that I was a Cubs fan back in the day so I've seen some pretty bad baseball, but...
Then you realize that these are college dudes who aren't getting paid, so.
One last "fun thing" - Adult High School.
This little chanbara/bad girl/school comic is just 100%, no-holds-barred, pure fun.
Like BIG fun.
If you have a moment and a spare dime. go kick Alexis Flower a buck or three.
That's all I got.
Tuesday, May 27, 2025
Decoration Day 2025
As usual this past Monday I spent part of the morning down among the dead men.
This time I sort of bogued on my Army brothers and instead of heading east to the big Willamette National Cemetery on Mt. Scott traveled only as far as the little burying ground at the old Vancouver Barracks, right across the river in Washington state.
It's an odd sort of place befitting the long and patchwork history of the old post along the Big River; frontier fort, trading post, white settlement and Indian agency, river port town, early aerodrome, and in the end neglected, largely forgotten, and finally abandoned.
The burials reflect this, both in style and content.
Unlike the green and shining uniformity of the flat headstones on the Willamette cemetery hill, Vancouver's green lawn is broken by many what I think of as the older "standard" above-ground stone markers you see in Arlington (so difficult to mow around!) as well as even older, non-spec markers like LT Watson's here:
The silent community includes not just soldiers but wives and children - so many infants and young kids from what I assume was the garrison of the 19th and early 20th Centuries! - and even a trio of former enemies; two German POWs and an Italian - though if I was SGT Dioguardi I'd have come bolting out of my grave in an undead fury:
The sheer heterogeneity of the Vancouver burials kept me surprisingly entertained, so I wandered the little cemetery for a while with my dram of whisky in my pocket, bundled against the late May chill, until I ran across these two:
Army 1SG Carlisle and Marine 1SG Martin; the former possibly a First Shirt from one of the infantry companies posted here before the 1940s, the latter undoubtedly retired locally from his bootneck days.
Both seemed likely to at least tolerate an old platoon sergeant, so I shared out the fine peaty draft, hoping that they'd had a laugh or two and come home sound from their service days. I found my little cars and joined the traffic drifting back across the River of the West to my new home in my old St. Johns.
That afternoon I completed my memorial obligations by finishing the "Murph", the Memorial Day workout dedicated specifically to a Navy SOF-type officer but to the war dead of the 21st Century in general. I did this last year and wrote about it here.
This year I rucked lighter -10kg instead of the EFMB standard 35lbs - but I hit a personal record for repetitions; 100 pushups, 100 situps, 100 squats, so hooah, me.
Last year I came away from the day somewhat bitter and dissatisfied with my country and the way it has memory-holed the wars and the dead of my generation.
I wrote:
"I will keep them in my heart, but I'm old and soon enough will join them, perhaps up on that green and shining hill, my last home festooned with tiny flags every last weekend in May, to remembrance wars and deaths my country would just as soon forget.
Still.
I promise. I will remember.
Here's to us.
Who's like us?
Damn few
And they're all dead."
Oddly, at the end of yesterday I didn't feel quite so angry and bitter.
Yes, my country is going to Hell (or Republican Christopathic oligarchic MAGAt fascism, which is arguably worse).
Yes, I have lost the home and wife and family I worked for for twenty-five years.
Yes, I'm old, and alone, and dying slowly of Parkinson's Disease.
But I'm still here.
In George McDonald Fraser's memoirs he remembers his uncle toasting himself and his former mates of the 92nd Infantry Regiment, the Gordon Highlanders, with the pledge "Ninety-twa, no' deid yet!"
That always seemed to me an absolutely perfect soldierly sort of toast. Not a boast or a brag of great deeds done, not a promise of noble actions to come, but a simple declaration; I'm still here, still standing; I'm not dead yet.
And so I am. Sixty-seven, not dead yet.
So here's to you, my brothers, on this Decoration Day 0f 2025.
Let the dead lie in honor and the living fight the good fight, to the end not dead.
Yet.
As always today: this.
Thursday, May 22, 2025
Am I Blue..?
One of the Portland newsweeklies is doing a worthwhile civic service; turning the paper over to members of Portland's Black community to talk about The Oregon Problem Which Dare Not Speak It's Name; systemic i.e. "institutional" racism.
Of all the places in this country I've lived Portland (and Oregon) is the whitest place I can think of. The racism is baked in, going back to the original Oregon Constitution of 1857. Here's the Oregon Encyclopedia on the subject:
"Incorporated into the Bill of Rights, the clause prohibited Black people from being in the state, owning property, and making contracts. Oregon thus became the only free state admitted to the Union with an exclusion clause in its constitution."
Hell, I wrote a whole post about it a decade or so ago.
Oh, and I love the part about the Oregon Bill of "Rights" being clear that while you had rights to trial by jury, free speech, and from not having GIs in your guest bedroom, you didn't have a right to be Black and Oregonian.
Nice.
One of the most visible, and intractable, pieces of this racist history that isn't just history is the Portland coppers.
They were lethally racist fucks then, and by and large they are now.
We've gone through a covered-wagonload of schemes to change that and it hasn't worked. Portland's Thin Blue Line is both racist and lethal to people of all colors; as the first linked article points out, they killed 78 people over the past four years up from 51 between 2014 and 2018.
But mostly Black.
So I'm with Mr. Smiff, the goatherder of the Mercury piece; the problem is the cops, and the problem is bred into the whole outfit's bones. It's not "reformable", it's not "redeemable". The only real solution is to burn the fucker hull and sticks, break up the ashes, and start again from scratch.
Call it "defund the police"? Fine. The point is that this blue village has to be destroyed in order to save it.
Then...what do you do?
And there's the big question. Because here's my theory: Portland police aren't bad just because they're lethal racist fucks. they're lethal racist fucks because of policing.
At least the way we here in Portland (and much of this country) do policing. And that, to a massive extent, is because of who we Americans are.
Specifically, the "occupation" model of policing - a relatively small number of coppers racing around in cars responding to emergency calls - means that the cops themselves typically only work with:
1) drunks and dopers,
2) belligerent assholes, and
3) poor people.
And many of these people are armed; indeed, the number of guns lying around means that if you have to try and deal with whatever fucking thing they're doing you kind of have to start from the assumption that they're strapped.
That's kind of it.
People don't call 9-1-1 when they're having a nice day. They don't need cops when they're being friendly, or happy, or peaceful, or content. The cops only get involved when somebody's mad, or whacked out, or scary, mean, violent, or some other form of assholery, and as often as not with a deadly weapon.
Lots of these people are poor, and lots of them are Black because it's way more likely that you're poor when you're Black; that's how we roll here in the Land of the Free. And poor people don't have the options that better-off people do, especially if they're on the street, but just in general it's harder not to end up breaking the law which forbids rich and poor alike to steal bread if you're poor.
And there, told to enforce that law, on "those people", are the cops.
Think of how you'd feel about your work, and your co-workers, if it meant constant irritation and aggravation dealing with assholes?
After not too long you'd probably conclude that most people are assholes, many are dangerous assholes, and that almost all poor, Black, and poor Black people are dangerous assholes that you'd need to shoot first to stay alive.
In other words, you'd be a lethal racist asshole.
Even if you didn't start that way, the way the United States works now goes a long way to ensuring you'd end up that way.
So how do you change that?
My only thought is that you'd effectively have to change 1) U.S. society, and 2) how we police it.
You'd have to get rid of the fucking guns, for one thing.
If any interaction with an asshole, or even just someone having a bad day - angry, depressed, even suicidal, argumentative, irrational, out of control - might involve a firearm? Then anyone whose job involved stopping that bad day would have to have lethal force, if not in hand at least at hand, and be mentally prepared to use it.
That's the kind of hypervigilance that produces "combat stress" and PTSD in soldiers. Until the cops don't have to start from there? Every cop incident is going to have the potential to go lethal pretty quick smart. With the expected consequence of the cop starting every incident halfway to drawing down on someone.
Then you'd almost have to have a cop living, or at least walking around, in every street in every neighborhood.
Because the other part of this is the "working with nonstop assholes" thing, remember?
To change that the cops would have to interact with other kinds of people; happy, peaceful, friendly, non-asshole people. They'd have to see the good side of the people around them, instead of seeing them as random "civilians", randos they jump out of the car on, who are either useless NPCs, or assholes that need a beatdown.
Remember "Officer Friendly"? Yeah, well, it's kind of hard to be friends when you only drive in once or twice a year to thump some asshole and haul them off to Detox.
And then there's the whole "right of the people to peaceably assemble" thing...
...yeah, that.
This is a long way around to get to the part where I say "I don't see any simple, easy, straightforward way to fix the cops".
Do we need some sort of police? Yes.
Do we need the police we have now? As I think I've made clear; no. The current cop model is broken. It doesn't prevent crime. It doesn't solve crimes, not very often, and often not correctly, given the number of people whose convictions turn out to be mistaken or, worse, deliberate frame-ups.
But ISTM that "fixing" that involves "fixing" a huge chunk of modern American life; society, economy, politics...and we can't even agree to get a fucking ketamine-addled Afrikaaner's fucking long nose out of our collective governmental pocket, or send a corrupt and predatory grifter and former real estate slumlord to the pokey instead of the Oval Office.
WASF.
Monday, May 12, 2025
Decisive Battles: Frontiers 1914 - Part 5c (Interlude) SIGINT
On the last Frontiers post commentor Carsten reminded me (Thanks, Carstens!) of another August 1914-thing that changed how armies fought; "Signals Intelligence", or in the term the U.S. Army uses, SIGINT.
Now you could say that SIGINT wasn't exactly a new 1914-thing. Enemies had been trying to steal each others' secrets and communications since, well, probably the Late Stone Age. After all, when you know what your enemy is going to do, and when and where, you can be there (or not be there...) sooner, in greater force, and with surprise.
And both battles and campaigns before the 20th Century were affected by the loss (or gain) of communications, obviously in the form of things like written orders. Back in 2008 we discussed the 1862 Battle of Antietam, where the accidental discovery of the Confederate operations orders ("Special Order 191") should have resulted in a crushing U.S. victory.
The big difference between 1862 SIGINT and 1914 SIGINT was the invention of "wireless telegraphy" (principally) by Guglielmo Marconi around 1895.
Of course the use of electrical power - which the new "WT" or "Radio" depended on - to send signals was as old as the mid-19th Century, when the electrical telegraph had replace the "optical" telegraph (stuff like this thing, a signal station with movable panels or arms to send semaphore signals...)...
...and telegraph wires were strung all over the world.The problem with wires - and all the armies of 1914 still strung and used miles and miles of wire, mind! - were multifarious. First you had to string them, which took people and time, since existing wires often didn't run where the armies needed them.
Then you had to protect them, particularly from artillery fire, which as you can imagine was a very "1914" kind of problem.
And third, the wires literally tied you in place. If you moved away from the existing wires you'd be voiceless and deaf until you reached (or ran) a new set of wires,
So the ideal way to use electricity would be to power some sort of equipment capable of sending and receiving electrical pulses (since that's all the telegraph was; turning "on" the current for a signal, turning it off for a gap or pause) through the air, without the wires.
Marconi did that, building on the work Hertz had done, using a form of electromagnetic radiation; "radio waves".
Here's the thing about those early radio sets, though.
They were big and heavy. They were also fairly fragile, and didn't like rough handling which, as you can imagine, is kind of a "war thing". And they required a steady supply of electricity, meaning if you couldn't just plug into the wall socket (not a "war thing", either) you needed a generator, also big, heavy, and fragile (or two guys riding a stationary bike...
...which is kind of weird when you think of it as "war", but, then, war is fucking weird.)
Which is why the first radio SIGINT was by navies and directed at warships.
Which is where we talked about this in our 2013 discussion of the Scarborough Raid and the activities of the British "Room 40" naval SIGINT people involved.
By the time the first rounds went downrange in 1914 the armies of all the major combatants had radio, though, and were developing their own SIGINT capabilities. The U.S. Naval Institute has a good little summary of early radio warfare, including the drawbacks, including that...
"...its use alone might reveal one’s presence and position to the enemy. (T)he very presence of wireless messages in the air will enable the enemy to guess that something is happening. By the time World War I broke, radio-direction-finders were coming into existence, which would enable the enemy to pinpoint one’s forces."
What didn't help was the crudity of the early radio transmitters:
"(I)n the early days of radio...any time one sent a message over the air, practically any one with a set could pick it up. (W)ith the spark system and the primitive receivers, there was no selectivity of stations...as late as 1914 the equipment in use emitted a signal many kilocycles wide, one signal covering perhaps the whole of the present broadcast band."
To a former GI used to the frequency-hopping sophistication of modern military commo gear that's utterly horrifying, the COMSEC equivalent of adorning your foxhole with flags and streamers and ginormous speakers blaring Bohemian Rhapsody whilst you prance around it in a pink tulle' tutu.
Why not just paste a sticker on the front of your helmet reading Just Shoot Me Now!?
The SIGINT people of 1914 kind of had to figure this out for themselves, though.
Famously the German radio intel people were reading Russian e-mails in August that provided extremely useful intelligence about the Russian offensive in East Prussia that led to the thumping win in the Battle of Tannenberg, but as noted in this NSA briefing,
"When the war broke out...there was no fixed organization in either the German or Austrian side for intercepting foreign radio traffic...field regulations for German telegraph troops did foresee the the possibility of listening in...when their own was dormant.
At the time there were two rather large fortress radio stations in eastern Germany which had relatively little traffic of their own and were consequently in a position to listen to the enemy...(e)ntirely on their own initiative a few operators (at the fortresses of Konigsburg and Thorn (Note: this 19th Century fortification was located near the current Polish city of Toruń), and the former civilian station at Breslau) attempted...to listen to Russian army traffic as a sporting proposition, so to speak; it was not long before the first messages were intercepted but no one knew quite what to do with them..."
Fortunately for 8. Feldarmee commander GEN von Hindenburg the fortress CO at Thorn decided to send these intercepts on to Army HQ on his own hook.
But you get the idea; this was an ad hoc sort of thing for the German Army.
It sounds like the French were a bit better organized. Here's what the WarHistory.org article about SIGINT on the Western Front says:
"The French Deuxième Bureau on the Western Front was well prepared for the signals war...even though they did not have the benefit of the plain text messages that Hindenburg enjoyed reading during his campaign in the east. However, they were able to decipher the German messages quite easily."Some of the French SIGINT was simplified by sloppiness in German COMSEC brought on by the stress and pace of the "right wing sweep".
"(German 1. Feldarmee commander) Von Kluck’s rapid advance...used radio extensively to co-ordinate the units of his army according to plan. German radio operators...sent transmissions correctly in cipher to begin with, but as the heat of battle increased, messages were sometimes sent in plain text and security procedures began to flag."
Apparently the German Höheres Kavallerie-Kommandos (the HKKs) were the big problem:
"The Cabinet Noir was the cryptographic department of the Deuxième Bureau (French Military Intelligence) and intercepted over 350 radiograms transmitted by the German cavalry corps over a two-week period during the campaign. Radio station staff had no clear instruction on wireless security so the call-signs of each station in the army invariably started with the same letter and remained unchanged as their advance progressed, nor was there any change in wavelength of the broadcasts.
Cavalry units were the worst offenders, probably due to stress of their fast-moving formations...Each German cavalry control station, for instance, had an identifying letter: ‘S’ was the designation of units in Belgium, ‘G’ in Luxembourg, ‘L’ in the Woëvre and ‘D’ in Lorraine. Confirmation from some messages came in plain text and could even be clearly signed by the sender with their rank and name"
I'm not an intel weenie but even I can figure out that's not good.
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As you can imagine, the Eiffel Tower made a terrific radio listening post |
It's difficult for me at this distance to tell how each element affected the course of the Battle of the Frontiers. Certainly reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance on the ground made differences, both from what the aviators and cavalrymen discovered...and what they probably should have and didn't.
Certainly SIGINT (and it's "opponent", COMSEC) made differences, too. The author of the War History piece certainly thinks that French SIGINT was crucial:
"Von der Marwitz’s cavalry were ordered by radio to provide a thin screen of lancers to cover the widening gap between First and Second armies. The French identified this as a weak spot in the German front that began to stretch for miles as the two armies advanced at an uneven pace. Using signals intelligence gleaned by the Deuxième Bureau on 8 September, the French general struck at the critical point between the two German armies’ line of advance. They soon began to threaten the German First Army with encirclement and outflank von Bulow’s Second Army in the process, causing both German armies to retreat...the German Army retreating in the face of a desperate French resistance became known as ‘The Miracle’ in public parlance. The French High Command and the Deuxième Bureau, however, knew better."
As we'll see in the next several parts, reconnaissance troops on the ground and in the air played a big part in the "Miracle" as well as the engagements leading up to it, so...is there a definitive "answer"?
No. Like much of modern warfare - indeed, like much of warfare, period - the real effects and impacts of all the various factors; physical, emotional, intellectual, as well as things like weather, terrain, organizations and equipment, doctrine...are all related and interacting with each other.
All we can do from a distance is try and tease out how and why each affected the outcomes.
Certainly the radios, both as part of each side's "C3I" (command, control, communications, and intelligence) as well as the SIGINT people's use of them as enemy intelligence sources, played a role. Befitting the relative unfamiliarity all the armies had with radio, though? My guess is that those roles varied significantly, from critical to marginal to overlooked entirely.
Anyway...I thought the SIGINT part of the story was worth discussing. Thanks again, Carstens, and we'll be back later in May with the "big story" of the Frontiers; the critical Battle of the Ardennes that kicked off in the third week of August 1914.
Friday, May 09, 2025
Is there a doctor in the house? (Hint: No.)
Here's National Public Radio:
Shall we do a bit of "fact-checking" as the Kidz Today call it? First stop, Wikipedia:"Means graduated from Stanford University School of Medicine in 2014 but dropped out of her surgical residency four years later and subsequently chose to practice functional medicine, a form of alternative medicine. Her medical license has been inactive since 2024."
Meaning "no, not an actual "medical doctor". Failed the OJT that is a critical piece of becoming a board-certified MD.
I'm a "certified engineering geologist" because I 1) have a degree (two, actually, baccalaureate and masters) in geology, 2) passed my boards (two, actually, the state RG and CEG examinations), AND 3) worked under a licensed CEG for a period of five years to learn the important practical aspects of my profession.
Part 3 is not "optional"; it's considered an essential part of my licensure just as internship and residency is essential to medical board certification. "Doctor" Means couldn't hack it and fucked off into some sort of woo-woo bullshit at that point, which would be like me doing my CEG training as a sales clerk at Ed's House of Gems.
Wait. "Woo-woo bullshit"?
Here's Wiki on "functional medicine":
"Functional medicine (FM) is a form of alternative medicine that encompasses many unproven and disproven methods and treatments.[1][2][3] At its essence, it is a rebranding of complementary and alternative medicine,[4] and as such is pseudoscientific,[5] and has been described as a form of quackery"So, yeah; woo-woo bullshit and "not an actual medical doctor".
So what does this not-an-actual-doctor-woo-woo-bullshit-artist "believe"?
Hang on; shit gets deep here. From the first Wiki piece:
"Means and her brother, Calley, co-wrote Good Energy: The Surprising Connection Between Metabolism and Limitless Health in 2024.
(T)he book's central claim is that a single mechanism, which the authors call "Bad Energy", described as a common form of mitochondrial dysfunction caused by improper lifestyles...cause(s) disorders as diverse as depression, anxiety, acne, infertility, insomnia, heart disease, erectile dysfunction, type 2 diabetes, Alzheimer’s disease, cancer, as well as "most other conditions"...
The book asserts that the underlying causes of this dysfunction are rooted in unhealthy modern lifestyles: "too much sugar, too much stress, too much sitting, too much pollution, too many pills, too many pesticides, too many screens, too little sleep, and too little micronutrients. These trends-with trillions of dollars behind them-are causing epidemic levels of mitochondrial dysfunction and underpowered, sick, inflamed bodies."
The authors also assert that diseases such schizophrenia and depression are caused by..."leaky gut syndrome", and...claim that "researchers can identify a person with depression or schizophrenia just by analyzing their gut bacteria composition".
Oh, horseshit.
Also; fuck off, NPR. "medical degree from Stanford"? That's some real fucking sanewashing right there, you nimrods. Don't think that's gonna save you from Big Ballz and the DOGE Pounders.
"Bad Energy"? "Leaky Gut Syndrome"?
Why not "Demon Sperm"? Remember that weird Trump shit? Ohhellyeah. He's totally like that, and when you look at it that way his tapping this gimp for Surgeon General makes total sense. She's in the "wellness" grift just like he's on the "wealth" grift. Game recognize game.
This whacko has no more business being Surgeon General than I do claiming to be the fucking Dragon King of Bhutan.
There's a lot of "unhealthy modern lifestyles", yes.
None of them cause cancer. Or Parkinson's. Or acne. Or cure them.
Anymore than this freak can.
But she's a skinny sorta-blonde white chick that Trump would totally rage-fuck, so she's right in his ten-ring.
What a completely fucked-up country we live in.