atomic_fungus (atomic_fungus) wrote,

#4084: I could be a Marine now?

WTF, I can do three pull-ups, and I'm a middle aged fat fuck who doesn't exercise!

Karl Denninger comments on the inability of female Marines to do three consecutive pull-ups.

Three is the minimum--if you can't do three, you fail the test. Half of the incoming women can't even do three.

We have an all-volunteer military. There is no draft and hasn't been since the 1970s. The women who are trying to be Marines want to do it, and one would presume that they had been planning to join for at least a month or so before actually signing up. (One can imagine there are a few cases where a women might sign up on a whim, but how frequently does that happen?)

You'd think they'd try to be in some semblance of shape beforehand, you know?

I've kind of lost track of where we are vis-a-vis the whole "women in combat" thing, but the simple fact is that--generally speaking--women are less physically capable than men. Women don't have the upper body strength that men have.

(This will get me labeled as a misogynist and a sexist. Facts generally don't care about peoples' feelings.)

Last night, Mrs. Fungus and I were watching Insidious 2 and there's a scene where a woman desperately tries to fend off a man who is attacking her. She even hits him with a pipe wrench--on the shoulder and side, missing his head--and while the blows stagger him they don't disable him. This is a realistic portrayal of how such a fight would go; the woman lacks the strength to swing the pipe wrench hard enough to disable the man, and he has enough mass in his upper body that her swings can't inflict enough damage to disable him.

At the end of that fight, the guy would have had some serious bruises and perhaps a cracked rib or two, but nothing serious. Now, another man swinging that pipe wrench would have put some serious hurt on him. If the woman had hit him in the head, that would have been the end of it. If the woman had had some kind of martial arts training that would have helped her defeat him, but not guarantee a victory unless the skill differential was severe.

GI Jane is a fine story, but it's almost certainly impossible without the SEALs making some serious alterations to their physical standards. (Sure, it's theoretically possible that a woman could get through SEAL training without a reduction in standards. But it's not bloody likely.)

And lowering the physical standards for soldiers in the name of political correctness is the surest way to reduce the operating effectiveness of the military.

* * *

I'm still gobsmacked over the insanity of the weather forecast for the next couple of days. Snow, tonight and tomorrow, lots of it...and then bitter cold.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by it. Back in early November when we had that inch of snow that stuck around overnight, I kind of figured it would be a cold, wet winter--but then I'm the guy who's always skeptical when we have an unusually warm spring week and people say, "Oh, it's going to be a hot summer!" Those people are usually wrong, and I did not make my similar prediction here because I expected that I was wrong.

Well, it's just January. We'll see how the rest of the season goes.

My main aim for the day today is to go get a quart of oil and an oil filter for the Jeep; I have everything else I need to do an oil change, which I really want to do ASAMFP so that it's done and I don't have to do it when it's -11 outside.

* * *

So today I strained the turkey broth and separated out the usable meat from the bones.

Because Mrs. Fungus and I were not as aggressive about eating leftover turkey as we should have been, there was a sizable amount of meat left on the carcass. I went through it and ended up with half a mixing bowl full of turkey shreds, which is going to end up being turkey salad. The cats got two big baits of shreds, fat, and skin, and I threw away about 1.5 lbs of bones that have been depleted of their turkey goodness.

So far, the cats have largely ignored the bounty. On Christmas I put down a bowl of turkey giblets that I'd sauteed in butter, and they ignored that, too. Damn it, if Luna and Ittybit were alive they'd eat this stuff until they couldn't contain any more, then disappear for nine hours while they slept it off.

We have defective cats.

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