May 15th, 2017

Calling out the bullshit.

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-39920676

One of the comments on the Facebook page by the asshole quoted, called me(female Marines) a 'barracks whore'.


One- I am not a damn bird. I do not belong to the avian species. Therefore, I cannot be a 'chick'. I am, however, a US Marine.

Two- I have never been a 'barracks whore'. *Because I refused to be one* is a reason I was given for not being allowed to stay on Okinawa (Camp Henoko/Schwab, where there were maybe a dozen female Marines to tens of thousands of male Marines) for another year, because I settled down with one guy- also a Marine- instead - whom I married and am *still married to, nearly 25 years later*.

Three- Enough with this bullshit 'women don't belong in combat/they don't have the biology for it1!' crap. It's been proven, over and over again, that it's just that- crap. That we can and do hold our own just as well as male Marines.

Four- the female Marine portrayed, is a Capt, a logistics officer who is combat decorated. THAT should be applauded, not degraded.

Semper Fi.
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Dammit.

Last night, we heard a gunshot. Fairly close to the property. Given that the nearest neighbor we can see, has told us before that they do pistol training/target practice in their backyard, we didn't think too much of it, other than being really close. (And yes, we looked around and didn't see anything.)

Just now, on my way to the mailbox and back again, I had to fight* with both dogs to get them to keep walking past a certain area along the edge of the driveway, where the hayfield meets it.

They shot the damn fox last night and it died there. They mowed the hayfield around him, so I couldn't see it until the dogs beelined for it. (Which makes sense or the resulting mess could mess up the cutter *and* the hay.)

I get trying to keep wildlife from your chickens, what have you. But dammit, you *knew* we walk our dogs along the driveway. Why couldn't you have killed the fox at the pine tree line or something instead.

Now, we get to bury said fox tonight and hope it rains soon to wash away the scent, otherwise, *everytime* we walk the dogs through there until it does, it's going to be a battle with them.

* I literally had to take both by the collars and march them well passed the area, on the opposite side of the driveway.