I’ve never been frozen in place before, daily tasks far more difficult, feeling a heavy heart…all the while aware of the positive potential. Is she aware of her effect-I don’t know. I want to her to see my vulnerability, and I in turn want to see hers…how open I am to everything about her…
I can’t see past her…and I don’t want to… —a crack in the armour
This article appears in Mar 13-19, 2014.
oh for gawds sake, shuffle your bleedin`heart over to the flowery side.
‘…I want to her to see my vulnerability, and I in turn want to see hers…’
EEEEWWWWWWWWW – why would you even want that?????
^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Bang on! This has to be the least manliest thing i’ve ever read. You’re never gonna get that girl if you keep acting like a wet noodle pussy wussy.
Hey Moderator … looks like this needs to be on some other board…not the bitchin’ one !
That’s no armour, it’s a pussified parasol
OP, listen to GDM and come on over to the LOVE side–you sound pretty sweet and not yet jaded, and we even get poetry over there sometimes (nice stuff ;))
Cool post–nice to see a guy with balls enough to be honest about his feelings.
she sang – knock it off. no one who looks as good as you do should be really nice as well.
Oh how sweet, you sappy fucker.
Good Dog, I love you man (read aloud in your best 70s party voice)~ ;D
Replace “vulnerability” with “genitals” and this bitch becomes 75% more honest.
i was nuts in the 70’s. hey wait a minute,i am still nuts. but i had a nice ass.
It takes more balls for a man to admit his weakness.
YOU ARE IN TROUBLE
“I want to (sic) her to see my vulnerability, and I in turn want to see hers… how open I am to everything about her…” a Crack in the Armour
Is vulnerability to be equated with weakness? If so, any healthy relationship should not be based on mutual vulnerabilities. This is inviting trouble. What is the nature of her vulnerability? Is she promiscuous? What is the nature of your vulnerability? Do you drink? If you are open to each other’s vulnerabilities, will you both wind up as promiscuous drunks? Clearly, you are in trouble.
New Avatar Alert! Star Weekly January 19, 1944
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” The navy recently reverted back to their blue uniforms after the misguided interlude with the green ones they were forced to wear during the unification of the three services.”
If by “recently” you mean “since the mid-1980’s” then , yes, our three service branches have had distinctive uniforms. It was one of the few National Defence promises that Brian Mulroney kept. Going back to the old names, Royal Canadian Navy and Royal Canadian Air Force was a recent initiative of the Harper Government.
Incidentally, there is no such institution as the Royal Canadian Army, since we follow the British regimental tradition in terms of nomenclature and titles. After the Restoration, Charles II reformed the British Army from both Royalist and Parliamentarian units. Those regiments that had remained loyal to the Crown in the Civil War were granted the appellation “Royal” .
I don’t know if the various Corps of the Canadian Army will be reverting to their pre-unification names (ie. Royal Canadian Corps of Signals)
Anyone?
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ON DEFINING “RECENT”
: Ivan Sonofabitch (03/15, 11:55AM)
“Going back to the old names, Royal Canadian Navy and Royal Canadian Air Force was a recent initiative of the Harper government.”
Yes, as I indicated in my post, when placed in its historical context, the reversion of the RCN to their blue uniforms in the 1980’s was a “recent” event and so my usage was correct. However, the name itself – the “Royal Canadian Navy” – was indeed re-established by the Harper government and so might also have a claim the title of being “recent.” I think we have an interesting philosophical question here. It is one of ontology. In other words, how is the Navy to be conceptualized?
If “recent” is to be understood in its realist sense, i.e., one that is apparent to the senses, then in the present case the uniform is co-extensive with the identity, the ontology if you like, of the Navy. If that is so then my usage carries the day. However, if “recent” is to be understood in its nominalist sense, i.e., one that is not apparent to the senses but only as a symbolic mental construct, then the name “Royal Canadian Navy” itself may be seen as being more properly co-extensive with the identity of the Navy and hence grounds may exist upon which an appeal to proper usage might be made. Can the realist-nominalist conundrum be resolved? I believe it can.
If one supports the motto of the Royal Academy – “Nullius in verbum” – it is the object and not the word to which reality must be assigned. Similarly, Shakespeare famously proclaimed, “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” On the basis of these two unimpeachable authorities, I rest my case. The proper attribution of “recent” therefore applies to the ontological reality of the uniform rather than the nominalist “reality” of the name.
Anyone?
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Military History: An Ontological Inquiry.
Q)Where did Hitler keep his armies?
A) Up his sleevies.
One just needs to look at me and know that trouble can’t or isn’t too far behind.
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THE ONTOLOGICAL VS THE EMPIRICAL
: Ivan Sonofabitch (03/15, 4:16PM)
“Where did Hitler keep his armies?”
The first step here is distinguishing whether one is to understand the question in a metaphorical as opposed to a literal sense. I choose the literal sense since the metaphorical opens he way to absurdity. What, in other words, could possibly be meant by Hitler’s “sleevies”?
The second step is to determine whether an ontological as opposed to an empirical construction is to be assigned to the question. I choose the ontological. I do this since how something is to be measured pre-supposes knowledge of that in terms of which that something might be measured. Put differently, one cannot measure that of which one is in ignorance of what the thing is. It is a question of simple logic.
The third step consists of distinguishing between ontological and empirical inquiries. While the latter, i.e., how reality is to be “measured” pre-supposes the former – the conception of reality as such – one cannot proceed in its absence. To do so is incoherent. Put differently, empirical inquiries are parasitic on ontological inquiries and, in their absence, collapse. This is also called incoherence.
But how does this answer the question, “Where did Hitler keep his armies?” We have to go back to he embedded question, whether one is to understand the question in a metaphorical as opposed to a literal sense. But I will not rehearse that question again.
I hope this has been helpful.
Anyone?
A pleasure as always.
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THE BOOK OF KELLS
Between your pints of Guinness, you might give a thought to the real patrimony of Ireland, the Book of Kells. Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
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It was in the year of ’39 and the skies were full of lead.
Hitler was headed for Poland; and Paddy for Holyhead.
Come all you pincher laddies, and you long-distance men.
Don’t ever work for McAlpine, or Wimpey or John Lang.
For you’ll stand behind the mixer, til your skin has turned to tan.
And they’ll say, “Good on yer, Paddy” with your boat fare in your hand.
Well the craic was good in Cricklewood and we never left The Crown
With glasses flying and biddies crying, sure Paddy was going to town.
Well, I’m over here, me Mother dear, and I’m never coming back.
What keeps me here is the rake of beer, the ladies and the craic.
I come from County Kerry; ’tis the land of eggs and bacon.
And if you think I’ll eat your fish and chips, be Jaysus, you’re mistaken.
-Dominic Behan
Black, not Blue. I only wore Black or Green while I was in the Navy.
A long time ago when I was just an Ordinary/Able Seman, being a rather large and very fit young man, as part of my Foreign Port Duty Watches, I was sometimes assigned to the Fleet Shore Patrol. Being Canadian our SP personnel got a whistle, a SP Patch and a trudgeon, but no gun (all the other SP seeme to be armed). Thing was, I never had a single problem with any drunks, ever. I always thought it was the 6 guys with guns backing me up. Turns out that what people saw was a big MF wearing a “Green Beret”, and carrying a big-fucking-stick.
I got that explanation in two installments.
First, from an American SP Sgt. Any SP (ie. Canadian) that goes unarmed into the bars that we do, must be one tough crazy SOB. Ain’t nobody gona mess with someone who don’t need a gun.
Second. Excuse me boy, how many of ya’ll are “Green Berets”?
Our green Work Dress included a green Beret. 🙂
Now, back to the 21st century.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOR1G71FlQs
More intimidating than the current Japanese Maritime Self-Defence Forces
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjAXJaFydwM
Cue Mr. Meaty reminding us that “Women and Seamen don’t mix”
Yes, Mr. Meaty. We know what YOU think. >; )
Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force – Cleanest most sparkly ships in the world.
Halifax is famous with the international Navies, “Halifax, where Sailors enjoy being blown ashore.”
I was drinking with friends one summer night on a patio on Argyll. A couple of officers from a JMSDF Destroyer were at another table and I bought them all a round of Guinness on my way out.
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtFgz86LsTw/T6wc…
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: Ivan Sonofabitch (03/16, 9:08AM)
Dominic Behan? No relation to Brendan by any chance?
By the way, did I ever mention that my maternal grandmother came from County Donegal? That’s right, County Donegal. Very picturesque. Not much remains of the ancestral village which I visited, though. The Irish diaspora and all that. She emigrated to England where she met my maternal grandfather. That’s right, my maternal grandfather. He was English. That’s right, English. They lived in London. That’s right, London. They had a family of six girls and one boy. That’s right, six girls. One of them was my mother. That’s right, my mother. She married a lad who lived just up the street. That’s right, just up the street. He was the son of a couple who had emigrated from Sweden. That’s right, Sweden. He was a telegraphist in the Royal Navy. That’s right, the Royal Navy. Got a job afterwards as an officer with the Western Union cable ships operating out of Halifax. That’s right, Halifax. They had a family of three. That’s right, three. I was the youngest. That”s right, the youngest. And here I am in Montreal. That’s right, Montreal.
Now if you don’t mind, I think I’ll have a Guinness. That’s right, a Guinness. (Well, actually I won’t because I don’t drink beer. Just wine. That’s right, just wine.)
New Avatar Alert! The Book of Kells (I forgot to post it last time. That’s right, I forgot.)
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Brother. That’s right, Brother.
Have a wee drop of the craytur, lad. Do you a world of good, so it will.
Clearly written by a lesbian…
ha meaty! no butch i have known would write such snivellin’ drivel.
this was written by some guy wanting to get laid, by anyone. he should announce himself shortly in comments.