Rome

I know, you all thought I’d be watching the VMAs didn’t you? Let me clue you in on something. If the show is hosted by someone named “Diddy,” it’s probably not geared toward me, mmm’k?

Anyway, Rome on HBO. I have a new show that I have to watch. I’m not going to pretend that I can tell you how historically accurate it is. I’m not going to rave about how cool the costumes, scenery and fight scenes are. What I am going to tell you is that they didn’t pull any punches when it comes to the brutality and hedonism of that time and place. It was fascinating.

This is what people were like before Christianity started to “civalize” us. Mad at someone for betraying you? Kill them, or perhaps just destroy one of their favorite cities to show them you’re serious. And don’t forget that you’re children are to be used for any advantage including sending your son off into hostile territory to deliver a present to one leader while whoring your daughter out to the other. Atia, played by Polly Walker, will take anyone who has HBO away from Desperate Housewives with ease. You’ve never seen desperation like this and she’s going to make us forget every evil bitch we’ve ever seen before. Alexis Carrington was a declawed kitten by comparison.

Trying to keep up with all the twists and turns is going to take some concentration. You absolutely must pay attention to all the dialogue or you may find yourself wondering how come that city is burning and ask your wife, “What just happened?”

It’s on at 9 P.M. Eastern Sunday Nights with a repeat on Tuesday at 9 P.M..

Update: Reader Bob Fregin writes in the comments:

Kind of “Deadwood” with less clothes and better language. BTW: Have you ever noticed that the ancient Roman’s, Greeks, Spartan’s, Trojans all have strong British accents? How did that come about(?)

Thanks Bob, I meant to ask that and I did a cut but forgot to paste. Anyone? Buellor?

Flying The Tomcat

In response to my recent posts, concerning the F-14, and the movie Top Gun, reader Mike Williams sends this interesting email:

I started flying F-14s in 1973. I was an engineering test pilot at the Naval Air Test Center in Patuxent River, MD. I went on to a department head tour in one F-14 squadron, and to an XO/CO tour in another.

When you compare Navy and Air Force fighters, it’s a little apples and oranges because of the Navy’s carrier suitability requirements. And it’s not just the extra weight in beefed up structures for carrier takeoffs and landings: you also have to take into account the comparatively limited space available on even Nimitz-class carriers for maintenance and storage of spare parts.

As you probably know, the F-14A was originally designed to use the same engine as the F-15A. In fact, if memory serves, the number 7 F-14 was a “B” model with the F-15 engine. I forget the exact designation, but it had considerably more thrust than the “A” model’s PW TF-30, which was a variant of the F-111’s engine.

What some people forget is that both the TF-30 and the F-15A engines were high-energy afterburning turbofans, and that while the TF-30 was operational in the F-111, the F-15A engine was at that time pushing the state of the art. Certainly the F-14A was underpowered for a front-line fighter, and guys like me began referring to it as the twin-tailed turkey. I was a lieutenant (O-3) at the time, but that didn’t stop me from venting my frustrations with the rear admiral who was the F-14 program manager at the Naval Air Systems Command. He listened politely to my rants, and then he said this: You’re right, of course, but when the F-15A engine blew up in afterburner on the test stand for the third time at less than 100 hours, I had to make a hard decision about waiting for the engine to catch up, or getting the F-14 out to the fleet on time.

The difference here is that where the Air Force has the hangar space to yank engines every 100 hours for hot section inspections and to store replacements, aircraft carriers don’t.

Now, as you and some of your readers have pointed out, the Air Force flew the F-111 more as a bomber than a fighter. Not so the Navy with the F-14A. Pilots routinely pushed it to the edges of the envelope – and beyond. And initially we had a lot of compressor stall problems with the TF-30 engines that the F-111 pilots didn’t encounter. It took a while, but over the years we managed to engineer enough upgrades to work these problems out. The downside was that there wasn’t enough money left over to upgrade to the F-15A engine when it finally got beyond 100 hours for a hot section inspection.

I can tell you from experience that the F-14A was a very forgiving fighter. Many is the time I’ve run out of airspeed and ideas in a dog fight, often when the jet was pointed nearly straight up. The problem here was that the F-14 has an unrecoverable flat spin mode, and that an engine stall at high angle of attack increases the susceptibility. The spin axis is somewhere between the NFO’s cockpit and the vertical stabilizers, and the transverse G’s during the spin are enough to incapacitate the pilot. So, if you got into a flat spin, your only alternative was to eject, and you were dependent on the NFO (who was not incapacitated by the transverse G’s) to initiate a command ejection.

The NFO’s concern was the canopy: the command eject sequence was the canopy, the NFO and then the pilot. Because you wanted your pilots and NFOs to survive carrier takeoff and landing mishaps, the time intervals were fairly compressed. Unfortunately, the canopy tended to hover over the aircraft during a flat spin, and there was a chance that the NFO would strike it during ejection – a guaranteed fatality.

To be sure, all the fixes to the TF-30’s compressor stall problem weren’t just for air combat. A compressor stall on a combat-loaded F-14 during a catapult takeoff could also be a big problem. The engines are far enough apart so that with one stalled, and the other blazing away in full after burner, enough roll-to-yaw could be generated in short order to put you on your back. Those Martin-Baker seats might have been zero-zero, but as the airplane rapidly rolled from wings-level to inverted, your odds of surviving an ejection decreased exponentially.

Now about Top Gun. During Vietnam we were focused primarily on MIG-17s and MIG-21s. It turns out that the A-4 is a very good MIG-17 simulator, and the F-5 is a very good MIG-21 simulator.

But let’s digress here a minute and talk about the air war in Korea. At the start of the war, the MIG-15 was the superior air-to-air machine, even compared to early versions of the F-86. But later on, the US put bigger engines in the F-86 and bolted up the leading edge slats. Then the F-86 ruled the skies.

The same thing happened to the Top Gun A-4’s: The Navy bolted up the slats and installed big engines. The durn things were small and hard-to-see, had a thrust-to-weight close to 1:1, and could turn on a dime. In an F-14A, you could get in real trouble in a knife-fight with one of those hopped up A-4s. So – you tried to set the fight up to play to your strengths – which were your radar and missiles – and his weaknesses (but you always conceded GCI, which for him was like radar and an extra set of eyeballs).

We’ll I’m sure you’re bored by now with an old man’s reminisces. In closing, my advice would be to let bygones be bygones, and to look to the future. The F-22 is deploying to Langley AFB as we speak, and Russia and China are partnering up in defense technology. The JSF is coming along, and you could reasonably conclude we’re in another Cold War-style arms race. The GWOT is critical right now, but it’s not the only game in town.

In the Eye of the Storm

Canal Street Postcard, 1920ies

I have a old Kinney shoebox full of antique postcards: this is one of about fifteen of various places in New Orleans— Jackson Square, the FrenchMarket, the Cabildo, the St. Louis Cemetary— all the touristy places. There is no date on most of them, but the mix of automobiles and horse-drawn carts and trams have a look of the 1920ies. Most of the rest of the postcards in the box are about the same vintage, most of them never used, and bought by the hasty handful to amuse a little invalid boy by his parents on their travels around the world. (Nice and Cap Jean Ferrat, castles of Britian, monuments in Japan and Paris, Italy and the Pacific Northwest— glamorous relics of the days of liesurely travel on luxuriously appointed ocean liners.) The little invalid boy was the youngest son of the family Grandpa Jim worked for, as the estate gardener. He died in his teens, and many decades later the estate was sold off, all the furniture and valuables removed. There were a lot of odds and ends stored up in one of the garages, and Grandpa Jim was allowed one day to bring us— Mom, JP and I— to look it over and see if there was anything we would like. I don’t know what JP took away, if anything, but Mom liked a cast-iron garden chair covered with three decades of paint (and regretted not taking the love seat that matched it, but was terribly heavy) and I was enchanted by the wealth of postcards. They have been in my posession ever since. Since I took them away from the deserted estate, I have been to some of the places pictured.
But New Orleans is not one of them, and I rather regret that I didn’t take the one chance I did have to see it, when I was TDY to Gulfport, Mississippi a decade or so ago. Unless we are terribly, terribly lucky, New Orleans will not look much like my postcards for a long, long time.

(Cpl. Blondie’s boyfriend left from New Orleans about mid-morning. His family planned to leave from Metairie last night, but put off leaving until this morning. The roads going out to the west were impossibly jammed, so they are all heading for Atlanta. Blondie can reach the BF on his cellphone, but he can’t make outgoing calls. He was out of the city on back roads by midday. She’s keeping in touch with him, as much as she can.
Nearly a year ago, I wrote about another gulf city, and another hurricane here.)

Top 100 From Your Graduation Year

Stolen from Michele.

A.) Go to musicoutfitters.com.
B.) Enter the year you graduated from high school in the search function at the upper left and get the list of 100 most popular songs of that year.
C.) Bold the songs you liked, strike through the ones you hated underline your favorite. Do nothing to the ones you don’t remember (or don’t care about).

1979
1. My Sharona, The Knack
2. Bad Girls, Donna Summer
3. Le Freak, Chic
4. Da Ya Think I’m Sexy, Rod Stewart
5. Reunited, Peaches and Herb
6. I Will Survive, Gloria Gaynor
7. Hot Stuff, Donna Summer
8. Y.M.C.A., Village People
9. Ring My Bell, Anita Ward
10. Sad Eyes, Robert John
11. Too Much Heaven, Bee Gees
12. MacArthur Park, Donna Summer
13. When You’re In Love With A Beautiful Woman, Dr. Hook
14. Makin’ It, David Naughton
15. Fire, Pointer Sisters
16. Tragedy, Bee Gees
17. A Little More Love, Olivia Newton-John
18. Heart Of Glass, Blondie
19. What A Fool Believes, Doobie Brothers
20. Good Times, Chic
21. You Don’t Bring Me Flowers, Barbra Streisand and Neil Diamond
22. Knock On Wood, Amii Stewart
23. Stumblin’ In, Suzi Quatro and Chris Norman
24. Lead Me On, Maxine Nightingale
25. Shake Your Body, Jacksons
26. Don’t Cry Out Loud, Melissa Manchester
27. The Logical Song, Supertramp
28. My Life, Billy Joel
29. Just When I Needed You Most, Randy Vanwarmer
30. You Can’t Change That, Raydio
31. Shake Your Groove Thing, Peaches and Herb
32. I’ll Never Love This Way Again, Dionne Warwick
33. Love You Inside Out, Bee Gees
34. I Want You To Want Me, Cheap Trick
35. The Main Event (Fight), Barbra Streisand
36. Mama Can’t Buy You Love, Elton John
37. I Was Made For Dancin’, Leif Garrett
38. After The Love Has Gone, Earth, Wind and Fire
39. Heaven Knows, Donna Summer and Brooklyn Dreams
40. The Gambler, Kenny Rogers
41. Lotta Love, Nicolette Larson
42. Lady, Little River Band
43. Heaven Must Have Sent You, Bonnie Pointer
44. Hold The Line, Toto
45. He’s The Greatest Dancer, Sister Sledge
46. Sharing The Night Together, Dr. Hook
47. She Believes In Me, Kenny Rogers
48. In The Navy, Village People
49. Music Box Dancer, Frank Mills
50. The Devil Went Down To Georgia, Charlie Daniels Band
51. Gold, John Stewart
52. Goodnight Tonight, Wings
53. We Are Family, Sister Sledge
54. Rock ‘N’ Roll Fantasy, Bad Company
55. Every 1′s A Winner, Hot Chocolate
56. Take Me Home, Cher
57. Boogie Wonderland, Earth, Wind and Fire
58. (Our Love) Don’t Throw It All Away, Andy Gibb
59. What You Won’t Do For Love, Bobby Caldwell
60. New York Groove, Ace Frehley
61. Sultans Of Swing, Dire Straits
62. I Want Your Love, Chic
63. Chuck E’s In Love, Rickie Lee Jones
64. I Love The Night Life, Alicia Bridges
65. Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now, McFadden and Whitehead
66. Lonesome Loser, Little River Band
67. Renegade, Styx
68. Love Is The Answer, England Dan and John Ford Coley
69. Got To Be Real, Cheryl Lynn
70. Born To Be Alive, Patrick Hernandez
71. Shine A Little Love, Electric Light Orchestra
72. I Just Fall In Love Again, Anne Murray
73. Shake It, Ian Matthews
74. I Was Made For Lovin’ You, Kiss
75. I Just Wanna Stop, Gino Vannelli
76. Disco Nights, G.Q.
77. Ooh Baby Baby, Linda Ronstadt
78. September, Earth, Wind and Fire
79. Time Passages, Al Stewart
80. Rise, Herb Alpert
81. Don’t Bring Me Down, Electric Light Orchestra
82. Promises, Eric Clapton
83. Get Used To It, Roger Voudouris
84. How Much I Feel, Ambrosia
85. Suspicions, Eddie Rabbitt
86. You Take My Breath Away, Rex Smith
87. How You Gonna See Me Now, Alice Cooper
88. Double Vision, Foreigner
89. Every Time I Think Of You, Babys
90. I Got My Mind Made Up, Instant Funk
91. Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough, Michael Jackson
92. Bad Case Of Lovin’ You, Robert Palmer
93. Somewhere In The Night, Barry Manilow
94. We’ve Got Tonite, Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band
95. Dance The Night Away, Van Halen
96. Dancing Shoes, Nigel Olsson
97. The Boss, Diana Ross
98. Sail On, Commodores
99. I Do Love You, G.Q.
100. Strange Way, Firefall

The most bizarre part of this exercise is the fact that I simply don’t recall most of these songs. These were not the top 100 songs that I was listening to, but then again I was listening to college radio and the “alternative” stations when I was 14 so…

A Cindy Sheehan (Mini) Round-Up of Rants

Zombyboy at Resurrection Song.

How wrong would it be to suggest that Casey Sheehan’s death was the best thing that ever happened to his mother, Cindy? To see her reveling in her new celebrity is to see a woman who has found her place and calling in life, no matter that it came not only at the cost of her child but also in spite of whatever the volunteer would have wanted to have said in his own memory. See, no one–not even his mother–can claim divine knowledge of what Casey would want to say to us if he could still speak.

Michele smells somethin’ cookin’.

I smell impending disaster.
Or at least something worth grabbing a bucket of popcorn and turning on CNN for.

Rob at Wizbang turns the tables.

Why won’t Cindy meet with Qualls?
Why does Cindy have all sorts of time for political big-wigs like Al Sharpton and celebrities like Joan Baez but not one minute for Qualls?

Jeff is…well, being Jeff, and what more do we want really?

And of course, make sure the cameras aren’t trained on the White Supremacists when “soft-spoken, grieving anti-war Mom CINDY!” launches into her conspiracy fantasies about “neocons” hijacking foreign policy to benefit their true masters—Israel—at the expense of their puppet proxy, the US government. Because chants of “death to the Kikes”? Might make Barbra and her big-monied Jew friends uncomfortable.

Oh, and any sympathy I may have expressed for Mrs. Sheehan a couple weeks ago, has been completely sucked away by her words, actions and the company she’s chosen to keep.

OUCH!!!

The good news is, the crumple zones work real well on a Hyundai Elantra…the bad news is I found out that the crumple zones work real well on a Hyundai Elantra. Got my bell rung a bit but I’m okay, but it looks like the entire front end of the car under the hood shifted about 2 inches toward the passenger side. The SP Airman who hit me was as apologetic as could be so I don’t think I was crazy, I think she was going to turn and then changed her mind. Either that or I’m scarier looking than I think I am. Hard to say. Not that it matters, I was coming out of a parking lot, my bad no matter how ya look at it.

Adreniline is wearing off so I’m going to chill for awhile.

Air show this weekend, will try to get some pics.

BRAC: Ellsworth To Remain Open

BRAC hearings will concentrate on AFBs today. C-SPAN2 is covering it gavel-to-gavel.

In further news, I can’t believe the todo about the closing of Walter Reed. It’s really not being closed; it’s being merged with Bethesda. And the new, expanded facility will be called Walter Reed.

News From the Front by the Folks At the Front

Because not all of your news should be independent or fair and balanced (COUGH-Foxnews gives handjobs-COUGH), I offer for your reading pleasure a link to the most current USCENTCOM Newsletter.

That’s right, the news that the officials over there want us to read, the way they want us to read it. You may call it propoganda, I call it a too little too late attempt to counter the left-wing movement to destroy the war effort, our morale, and the American way of life. Buncha pinkos pissing me off lately, but I’ll save that rant for another time.

You’re welcome…no…really…don’t applaud…it was nothing…seriously…I’m just in a good mood…weekend coming up and all.

Warning: CENTCOM’s pages seem to take forever to load but there are a LOT of good pictures that we haven’t been seeing on the news…I know…go figure.

Back From Iraq

This from today’s OpinionJournal:

The Journal’s Rob Pollock, just back from Baghdad, and Reuel Marc Gerecht of the American Enterprise Institute assess the new Iraq constitution and the fight against the insurgency.

The program is presented by Thirteen/WNET New York. The more than 300 public TV stations around the country set their program schedules individually, so to find out the day and time when “The Journal Editorial Report” will air near you, please check your local listings or the PBS Web site.

This should be good; Pollock and Gerecht are two of the smartest middle east guys out there.

Nothing, Absolutely Nothing

That’s the answer to the question our local newscaster just posed as a preview to the Ten O’Clock News. The question?

How much are you willing to pay to see The Rolling Stones.

I gave up on them when “Some Girls” came out.

Muttering to myself, “Woopsheedoobee, shattered…GACK”