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Ray Mabus: No More Riflemen in the USMC

Mabus MemoRay Mabus, a career politician whose entire life and every action signals contempt for the United States Marine Corps, is hitting the Corps where it lives: there will no longer be any Riflemen in the Corps. Oh, sure, there’ll still be 0311s and the other Infantry MOSes, but the Corps is going full-retard-gender-neutral. So they’re going to be Riflepersons, Infantrypersons, or maybe Rifle Operators. Rifle-ists? Small-Caliber Projectile Launch Technicians? You’re welcome to enter your best guess in the comments, but whatever he’s gonna be after (fittingly enough), April Fool’s Day, it isn’t going to be a Rifleman. Or Infantryman. Or Recon Man.

This is an opportunity to update the position titles and descriptions themselves to demonstrate through this language that women are included in these MOSs. Please review the position titles throughout the Marine Corps and ensure that they are gender-integrated as well, removing”man” from their titles and provide a report to me as soon as practicable and no later than April 1, 2016…

Put some windings and brushes on him, and Chesty Puller spinning in his grave would be a dependable source of non-fossil-fuel energy. (Well, Chesty’s been dead long enough maybe he is a fossil now, which would make him fossil fuel and therefore haram in what Mabus has in place of a religion).

Congrats, if you’re a Marine Recon Man. You went to the last hard Indoc. It’s official now.

In the memo, which we’ll attach here: (SecNav.pdf), Wesley Mouch Ray Mabus (pardon the error, we got our weasels crossed) makes it clear he wants name, rank and serial number of any looters and wreckers who fight the E Ring on this:

In the submitted Marine Corps Implementation Integration Plan, the Marine Corps highlights the Commander’s Critical Information Requirements: (1) indications of decreased combat readiness or effectiveness; (2) indications of an increased risk to Marines in previously closed units, to include risk of sexual assault and/or sexual harassment and hazing; (3) indications of a lack of career viability for female Marines in ground combat arms MOSs or units; (4) indications that Marine Corps command climates and/or culture is unreceptive to qualified female Marines in ground combat arms units and MLSs; (5) indications that morale and/or cohesion is degraded in integrated ground combat arms units; and provided expansion of these indications and their respective measures of effectiveness in the Assessment Plan Synchronization Matrix.

Notice what’s missing: he doesn’t want to hear about poor performance, the sort that used to get women officers flunked out of infantry officer school. He doesn’t want to hear about UCMJ problems, he doesn’t want to hear about fraternization, injuries, deployment rates… he absolutely, positively does not want to hear about how the women are doing relative to the men who were doing it before. He only wants to hear about the wreckers and looters standing athwart Progress, hindering our pilgrimage to the bright sunlit uplands where Vibrancy is Our Diversity.

Hey, the Marines have been on pilgrimages like this before, one in the Philippines for example, and that long last walk to the beach on Wake Island in ’43.

Also, what do you think Mabus will do with information like that, based on our experience with him already? Adjust his plan to fit the data,? Or conduct a few ritual executions of “defeatists” who weren’t sufficiently “with the program” to bend their data to please him?

Nothing personal, Admiral Byng, just pour encourager les autres.

And it’s his highest priority:

I commend you for prioritizing this implementation and requiring quarterly leadership updates at your monthly Executive Off-Sites. Please provide a copy of these quarterly updates to me on a regular basis.

Big Brother Sister Sibling is watching you.

Because, Valor Medals Deserve Quotas Too…

in a related venture, the services are reviewing well over 1,000 awards for possible upgrade to the Medal of Honor, including all Army DSCs and Silver Stars. (So far what’s left of a Marine Corps has opted out). The cover story is that this is an initiative of Ash Carter’s to recognize overlooked valor; in fact, it stems from the President’s desire to see more MoH awards to minority service members, and particularly to award a Medal of Honor to at least one woman and at least one gay soldier (and maybe a bonus gay woman!) before the President is term-limited out of office. The bar will be lowered to meet the available women and gays, and a few ordinary guys will also see upgrades — the better to camouflage the political intent of the awards review.

In the spirit of the thing, we may see the first ever upgrade of an Army Commendation Medal with “V” device to the MOH. Because valor awards, too, are something the Ray Mabuses of the world, who can’t see past skin color, think are just one more Federal benefit that ought to be “fairly” distributed on a racial quota spoils system.

When We’re Handing Out Gongs, Don’t Forget Combat Playstation

Additionally, drone operators based Stateside will finally get the combat awards they’ve long whinged about not having, but will have to wear an “R” device (for “remote,” as in, “their duty is remotely related to military service.” Serving and retired service members, particularly the ones that have earned the rewards that will now be basic issue, see this as a dilution of the value of the awards, but Carter, Mabus and the generals and admirals that serve them are Participation Trophy Tee Ball guys, and to them the only thing important is the trophy, not the game.

Being military types themselves, they don’t understand the trophies and baubles are only as coveted as they are, because of the risks that were taken and blood that was shed by those that have earned them before. An E-Ring full of people who, asked to name a “hero,” would likely come up with Bruce Jenner or some other random celebrity, is unlikely to “get” combat valor.

The Navy, and more particularly the Marine Corps, has now been given the Party Line. Deviate from it at your own peril! Do you think there’s a Sophie Scholl remaining in there somewhere? Or has any such independent thinker already been purged?

How’s that Women in the Service Thing Working?

In the Navy, not so good. Especially in submarines, last year’s (well, 2011’s) Triumph of the Sisterhood. Color us shocked: the lady officers (1) don’t stick with it; (2) often expect assignment to where Hubby is even if they have to create a make-work job for her; (3) caused disruption to the culture and undermined the command climate on at least one boat, through no fault or failing of their own, but because horny, immature sailors acted like horny, immature sailors; (4) neither join nor stay in sustainable numbers; and, (5) are the beneficiaries of an (unsought, we believe) culture of impunity which guarantees the advancement of any toxic leaders in their ranks.

USS Wyoming, SSBN-742. Aka The Perv Boat.

USS Wyoming, SSBN-742. Aka The Perv Boat.

These outcomes are not only predictable, they were predicted at the time by various sharp-eyed kids who were shouted down by Acela Corridor admirers of the Emperor’s New Clothes Girls.

Diversity is Our Vibrancy®!

Item: Train Two Dozen, Keep Three.

exit signThe women who pushed their way in to submarine officer slots are pushing their way out — of subs, and of the Navy.

Most of them are punching out because they met and married a guy, almost always another Naval officer (and usually of higher rank), and they want to be closer to him. That would really frost the balls of the lesbo-feminists, such as DACOWITS, who pushed for this — if they had any balls. Navy Times:

For the first women to earn the coveted dolphin pin, it’s decision time about whether to stay in the Navy. And so far, only three of the original 24 have signed up.

That’s twelve and a half percent. (As we’ll see, it’s eighteen percent in Navy Diversity New Math). Of supposedly career-bound Academy graduates. What will happen when they open this opportunity to the proletariat, and not the supposedly monastically dedicated order (and certainly careerist ticket-punch collectors) of national defense?

And why are they leaving?

The reasons span the work-life spectrum. The demands on a nuclear engineering trained submarine officer. The strain of balancing careers with a spouse who’s also a military officer. A lingering sense of disgust after the submarine video scandal.

We’ll get to the video scandal in a minute — the disgust there was well earned. But a Unique And Special Snowflake™ who would quit over “a lingering sense of disgust” is probably not someone you can count on for steady leadership when you’re being hunted by a couple of Kilos and an Admiral Gorshkov or two.

“I would probably expect that most of the women are going to get out,” Lt. Jennifer Carroll told Navy Times. “I don’t know exactly what everyone’s personal reasons are for it, but I think a lot of it has to do with co-location.”

Carroll, 28, was one of the first women to earn her dolphins in 2012 as a junior officer aboard the ballistic missile sub Maine, and today works with the Submarine Force’s integration office in Norfolk.

Carroll’s job progression is typical of those women who do stay in — they migrate from the point-of-the-spear jobs they demanded for a career boost, to a 9-to-5 (or less) headquarters office job with no hardships attached or heavy lifting. In other words, they go onto the mommy track. But even she isn’t sure she’s going to stay in.

If she does, it probably won’t be in subs, as her hard-won husband’s an aviator and she, reasonably for a newlywed, wants a compatible deployment schedule and location. The Navy’s air bases are near their fleet bases, but the sub bases are not.

Item: OFTPOT

We’re up against the married-couple problem that old Agency hands cynically call OFTPOT — One For The Price of Two. Other government and government-funded fields have long had this problem: whee do you put the spouse of the member you need, when he or she’s a member, too? The answer, whether in CIA, the military, or academia, is usually to create a do-nothing surplus position to make work for the surplus spousal unit. Harvard famously did this for the dullard husband of US Senator Elizabeth Warren, D-MA, when all-Anglo paleface Warren was selling herself as a unicorn-rare (if fraudulent) American Indian law professor. The Agency, which has long encouraged marriages in-house for the convenience of Security, does the same thing almost daily. In the military, more of a shrinking headcount is employed at make-work spousal jobs all the time. OFTPOT, it’s a real thing. The spooks just named it first.

Item: The Sub Scandal, or, A Boat Full of Pervs

You probably didn’t hear about this, because it flies directly in the face of Diversity is Our Vibrancy®, the current US Navy motto.

The Village People made a whole career out of the idea that almost anything looks pretty cute after 150 days at sea, and everyone wondered just what would happen when something that actually does look cute got added to the mix. We knew from surface ships and ground forces’ deployments that fraternization, misconduct, pregnancies, and the heightened emotions of relationships rejected, initiated, and terminated were all going to be problems. The military with its uneven and inconsistent response to these issues (for instance, punishing only the male in pregnancy and fraternization cases, which is the de facto norm) doesn’t have moral high ground to stand on, but what happened in subs was worse, to the point of being creepy.

navy_video_pervs_chartAnd the Navy, which could have made a big deal out of standards here, botched it. Navy Times again (a different article):

The filming wasn’t a one-off or a prank. It was a sophisticated and repeated invasion of privacy, where male Wyoming sailors acted as lookouts while a friend filmed female shipmates undressing with cell phones or an iPod Touch — both of which are banned aboard the sub.

The sub’s missile technicians discovered a hole in a bulkhead that gave them a view in to the female changing and shower area. Which they then exploited. MT’s that weren’t comfortable with the idea of filming their shipmates weren’t comfortable with turning in the other shipmates who were doing it, either. In the end all were swept up in a muti-million-dollar investigation, which produced the lovely chart you see here (via Navy Times, reconstructed into a single document by WeaponsMan.com). At least, all the junior ones. One of the guilty sailors’ lawyers charges that the Navy did not investigate senior personnel (yet another Navy Times article):

[O]ne sailor’s attorney contends that the Navy has so far failed to punish others in the alleged ring, based on information provided by his client. This includes allegations that two chiefs watched the videos but have not been charged.

“We gave them a barrel full of information,” Jim Stein, a Georgia-based civilian attorney, told Navy Times on Wednesday. “There was no way in this world that they followed up on it.” ….

All four female officers who were assigned to Wyoming testified at the court-martial. Stein said he thinks the Navy is dropping the ball in holding every party responsible.

“On cross-examination, I said, ‘Do you want each and every person held responsible?’ ” he said, talking about the female officers. “They all said yes.” ….

Greaves contends that two of his chiefs asked to see the videos and did not report them, his lawyer said.

“I feel sorry for those ladies. What happened to them was unbelievable,” Stein said. “But to not follow up on it is letting down these ladies and the ones to follow.”

Ah, but were the immunized Chiefs and their officers valuable diversity beans themselves? There’s nothing simple about the bean-counting tournament, not at this level of competition.

Original Wyoming Perv article again:

One sailor admitted that he and a male peer rushed to secretly record each female midshipman while she was in the shower changing room. They filmed every woman each time she took a shower during the three-month patrol, he said — several times a day, according to a new report.

Peer pressure allowed this ring to persist for 10 months on the Wyoming, recording and sharing videos of dozens of women they served alongside every day.

The scandal has dismayed the sub force and some of the trailblazing officers who made history as the first women submariners.

The Navy, which is usually quick to fire commanding officers, was in a quandary. The CO had no knowledge of the misconduct of lower-ranking personnel, and he was a certified Social Justice Warrior himself. In the end, the investigation was curtailed at the PO2 level and senior personnel got a bye from the investigators.

By the way, those warrior women who were so ill done by, by these creepy shipmates? One of them, asked how she reacted, said, quote, “I broke down.” Fortunately, nothing in combat is as stressful as some perv taking nekkid pictures of you.

Oh yeah, Diversity is Our Vibrancy®!

Item: The Numbers Aren’t There

Back to the first Navy Times article again, we l earn some interesting facts about women officers in the Navy. In the first case, their uptake rate to stay in beyond initial obligated service is very low: 18%. (This is far lower than their male peers, and we’re told the delta is even bigger among Academy grads, even though male and female Canoe U grads are more likely to make a career of it).

Five officers have washed out of the program for medical issues, academic failures and other reasons. Something as simple as a shellfish allergy could disqualify a person from submarine service. The service also only counts those who have reached three years of commissioned service.

Factoring in those unplanned losses leaves the retention rate at 16 percent for the first submarine officers, Crosby [a PR droid] said.

By which he’s saying, if they are out for some reason other than saying they quit, we can’t count them in the denominator of the equation. It’s a thumb on the scale. The zero-intgrity spokesman follows up with a tu quoque logical fallacy:

Crosby noted that retention for nuclear-trained women in surface warfare stands at 14 percent, and pointed out that one women from the 2011 year group has already committed to being a submarine department head.

One! One! She’s Our Diverse Vibrancy in action, personified. No pressure.

And hey, it’s okay for retention in the sub service to suck, because female officer retention in this other career sucks too.

Keeping women officers serving is a challenge across the force. In the surface and aviation communities, 36 and 39 percent of officers take the department head bonus, according to statistics.

But within those communities is a great disparity. While 41 percent of male SWOs stick around, about 22 percent of their female colleagues do.

And for aviators, the numbers show a 48 percent take rate for men and just 18 percent for women. Women make up less than 20 percent of the Navy and are much less likely to stay past an initial contract regardless of their specialty.

The priests of the Cult of Diverse Vibrancy® explain this as not enough women to serve as examples. See if you required half the Navy to be women, you might get half of every single specialty to be women.

And if through some miracle you did not, you would enjoy guaranteed job security for the acolytes of the Cult of Diverse Vibrancy® for all time, or at least, until the Republic fell.

Item: A Culture of Impunity

Another problem that sits, unaddressed, is that lady officers are such Unique and Special Snowflakes™ that they are not subject to the sanctions and correctives males would be, and therefore a disproportionate number of them evolve into toxic leaders, continually screwing up and moving up until some cataclysmic failure of leadership is so large that even the Navy has to react (c.f.  Holly Graf).

You can go too far with that — for instance, some have suggested the innocent officers and midshipmen filmed by the gang of creeps on Wyoming were somehow to blame, and we reject that idea utterly — but if the Navy, and the other services, want their female leaders to be respected, they need to hold them throughout to the same standard as the men, and the effect on numbers, which currently hovers in the background of every discussion of a standards breach, needs to be absolutely disregarded.

And they’ll never, ever do that. They’re too committed to an a priori position that Diversity is Our Vibrancy®! Which is why you have a culture of impunity. Which is why you have a female Marine officer crucified for trying to lead lady Marines to meet the same Marine standards the gentlemen do. Which is why you end up with Holly Graf, instead of the lady Marine who set a positive example for her Marines male and female alike.

And That’s How We Wind Up Here

So, bottom line, the Navy is struggling with the only metric that’s of concern to the current SecNav and CNO, Holy Diversity. You had One Job, Mabus….

Keeping subs pierside while NCIS flatfeet systematically grill everybody may be having an impact on stuff like readiness, but that’s not something those worthies value, which is why they’ve let the Navy decline to this point. Any day, we expect the British will  be able to impress sailors again. But they have not yet begun to fight their war, the Social Justice War, with its real casualties and ever-shifting victory conditions.

Sure, our subs have 1990s technology, crews who never know who’s a shipmate, who’s a careerist, and who’s an informer, and Russian boomers (and even Chinese diesels) can hear ’em coming miles off. But hey, the crews that will drown inside them in wartime will have perfect racial and sexual balance, and will have boosted female Academy graduates along their ladder of ambition. Isn’t that why we have a Navy?

The Army’s Highest Priority

Is “readiness,” three politically-correct liars say in a memo about what’s really the Army’s highest priority, namely, social engineering, that, “Readiness is our top priority.”

They also say, and we quote, “[I]ntegration of women into all MOSs will improve combat readiness.”

Uh… how?

From where we sit, this begins with bullshit, ends with bullshit, and is all bullshit in between.

Here’s a picture of the document, followed by the actual .pdf as distributed to all hands, and an OCR’d version, because SECARM Eric “Aching Fanny” Fanning, Chief of Staff GEN “Courney Massengale” Mark Milley Vanilli, and Command Sergeant Major of the Army in Charge of Reflector Belts and Participation Trophies “Docile” Danny Dailey don’t trust PFC Skippy to copy and paste their words.

full_integration_of_women_in_the_army

Sheesh. Did you read that Newspeak? Talk about Social Justice Warrior entryism.

The PDF versions:

Full Integration of Women in the Army.pdf

Full Integration of Women in the Army OCR.pdf

Yep, they think Private Skippy can’t be trusted with these words in editable format. Who knows what he might put on a t-shirt, or graffito upside a Stryker All you PFC Skippies out there, is that a challenge or what?

Returning to the statement they are making that integration of women in all MOSes will improve combat readiness, again, where’s the evidence? Every objective test has shown the opposite. The subtext, then, is that these three men are deeply beholden to an inchoate and inexplicable ideology that comes packaged as illogical rhetoric from the lesbo-feminist academy, so deeply indoctrinated that they either (1) can’t imagine the combat consequences of their policy; (2) have a ridiculously out of line mental image of it; or, (3) most likely, absolutely don’t care.

They got theirs. Juniors? Sucks to be you.

No one has proposed a mechanism by which adding women to any specific unit improves combat readiness, they just declared that the Emperor’s new clothes are so beautiful we mere mortals oughtn’t look on his (or her, because empires are more effective if half or more of the emperors are women, it says here) radiance.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Maybe it’s better compared to another schema from the popular culture:

Phase I: Mo' Wimmens! Phase 2: ??? Phase 3: Improved Readiness!

Phase I: Mo’ Wimmens!
Phase 2: ???
Phase 3: Improved Readiness!

These three stooges are the Bubba the Gunsmite of military leadership, and the end product of an Army culture that sucks up and $#!+s down, with the general and sergeant major demonstrating what happens to the reasoning powers of a uniformed Narcissus after thirty years of ass-kissing by advancement-seeking subordinates.

Panty Gnomes, l-r: Aching Fanny Fanning, GEN Milley Vanilli, CSMA Dull, Docile Dailey.

Panty Gnomes, l-r: Aching Fanny Fanning, GEN Milley Vanilli, CSMA Dull, Docile Dailey.

Again, how? Leaving apart all your bullshit about maintaining standards, please explain to us doubting Thomases the mechanism by which adding women (by which we know, and you know we know, you mean the entitled princesses from the Military Academy who will hold their breath until they turn blue unless they get All The Ticket Punches They Waahnt) will improve combat readiness. You have given us the Underpants Gnome slide version of this, but we’re calling you out: fill in the question marks on the slide. What about part 2?

If you can. And our money says you can’t.

 

Breaking: Careers Over Readiness, All Slots Open to Women

rangerette-benjaminThe Rangerette debacle train pulled into its ultimate station today. Seeking to distract the public from the free-falling strength and readiness their craven management has produced, the Secretary of Defense and the President announced on 3 December that all slots were now open to women in all branches of all services. Dan Lamothe at the Washington Post:

Defense Secretary Ashton B. Carter said Thursday that he is opening all jobs in combat units to women, a landmark decision that ends a three-year period of research with a number of firsts for female service members and bitter debate at times about how women should be integrated.

The decision opens the military’s most elite units to women who can meet the rigorous requirements for the positions for the first time, including in the Navy SEALs, Army Special Forces and other Special Operations Units. It also opens the Marine Corps infantry, a battle-hardened force that many service officials had openly advocated keeping closed to female service members.

“There will be no exceptions,” Carter said. “This means that, as long as they qualify and meet the standards, women will now be able to contribute to our mission in ways they could not before.”

Does “contribute in ways they could not” mean they can now carry a mortar baseplate? Have we repealed the laws of physics? Who’s the new Surgeon in Chief, Trofim Lysenko?

The biggest victory of Carter, Obama and their suited social engineers may be that they managed to emplace uniformed social engineers willing to go along with the experiment atop all four services. (The Coast Guard has no combat positions, and therefore nothing was closed to women in the fifth service).

Carter said that top leaders in the Army, Navy, Air Force and U.S. Special Operations Command all recommended that all jobs be opened to women. The Marine Corps recommended that certain jobs such as machine gunner be kept closed, but the secretary said that the military is a joint force, and his decision will apply to everyone. The top Marine officer who made that recommendation, Gen. Joseph F. Dunford, became chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff in September, and did not appear alongside Carter on Thursday.

The President, whose relationship with the military has been difficult, appeared to delight in sticking it to the one branch of government he has been willing to neglect, abuse, and above all. cut.

As Commander in Chief, I know that this change, like others before it, will again make our military even stronger. Our armed forces will draw on an even wider pool of talent.

Women who can meet the high standards required will have new opportunities to serve. I know that, under the leadership of Secretary Carter and Chairman Dunford, our men and women in uniform will implement this transition — as they have others — in a responsible manner that maintains military readiness and the unparalleled professionalism and strength of our armed forces.

via In historic decision, Pentagon chief opens all jobs in combat units to women – The Washington Post.

Yeah, that’s the problem. That’s why we lost Iraq — not a political bugout, not a deliberate decision to throw victory away by an Administration that’s ever pleased to see Islamists advance, but because we lacked the woman’s touch in every rifle squad.

That’s why the Taliban are back in Konduz, where SF, AFSOC and the payback of General Dostum’s Uzbeks and Daoud’s Tajiks of the Northern Alliance got rid of them in November 2001, and they stayed out until the current kinder, gentler social engineers took charge and ushered them back in.

That’s why we not only don’t have the subs to shadow Russian boomers, we don’t have the sonobuoy network that we had in 1985, because we sank (no pun intended) the money into social engineering and a gossamer “peace dividend”.

But hey, careers for chicks, because if you have an Army you won’t let fight you might as well make it an alternative to AFDC for fat single moms.

The Marines were the only service to actually test the hypotheses that sexual dimorphism in homo sapiens has no military application, and that women could therefore perform as well as men. The Marine tests found that they couldn’t keep up or pack their weight. This set career politician and Secretary of the Navy to screaming like a girl.

Navy Secretary Ray Mabus took issue with a Marine Corps study that found that the average woman struggled to keep up with men, according to a number of metrics.

When the data doesn’t fit the theory, a good social engineer adjusts the data. Mabus simply denied the results of the study:

Our process and studies showed that as long as someone can meet operationally relevant, occupation-specific, gender-neutral individual standards, that person is qualified to serve.

And, under Mabus’s reasoning, if there were disparate results by sex, the standards ipso facto were not sex-neutral. Therefore, let’s drop the standards to meet the applicants!

You may recognize the sentiment, if you’re of a certain age. A previous iteration of it gave us Macnamara’s 100,0001.

The primary beneficiaries of this policy will be, as intended, women graduates of the service academies. The theory is, any loss of combat effectiveness in a military “led” by civilian and general-officer leaders who have been comfortable with policies of global surrender, withdrawal unilateral disarmament, and just plain “bugging out,” will be marginal.

Notes

  1. Which was actually 100,000 a year, so it was more like Macnamara’s half million. At a time when a male high school graduate needed to score in the sixteenth percentile, an IQ of about 84, to get into the service, Mac waived that requirement for up to 100,000 recruits or draftees who were classified (at the time) as Borderline Mentally Retarded and Educable Mentally Retarded. (This is the truth undelying the comic Army scenes in Forrest Gump). Their NCOs would probably have disputed the “Educable” bit. It’s unlikely any of these soldiers was a net add to the combat power of the Army or Marines (the USAF and NAvy didn’t have to take them). Now that we’ve got gays, and trannies, and women, we need Mac’s Morons back. After all, it’s not fair that the retarded can’t have their share of West Point careers.

Publishers: Unpublished Grenada Book in Our Book Budget

Steve is the Ranger in the picture, with two people who are not Rangers. Can anyone ID them?

Steve is the Ranger in the picture, with two people who are not Rangers. Can anyone ID them?

Estéban Trujillo de Guitiérrez — “Steve” or “Doc T” to most of us — remembers little of the ceremony in Washington, but he remembers where he was when they put the habeas grabbas on him to attend.

I had just gotten off a Huey somewhere in the South Ranier Training Area with a class of Rippies1, when SFC Conrad pulled up in a jeep. He said, “Doc, you got to go to DC.” We were in the woods. I have no idea how long that it took Conrad to drive to the infil point.

I said, “I am walking this patrol.”

He replied, “You are going to DC. Get in.” So I did. No one asked me, “Would you like to go to Washington DC?” I was told to go, given a packing list, and dropped off at Sea-Tac airport.

via Magic Kingdom Dispatch: Rose Garden ceremony..

The event that got Steve sent to the White House Rose Garden, a rarefied place indeed for a Ranger E-5 (how many F-bombs got inadvertently dropped on genteel ears during that visit) was Operation Urgent Fury, the invasion of Grenada. Steve has written a book on his experiences; that that book is unpublished is a crime against nature. He is a writer of skill and power, and well known to all in the Army SOF community from his service in Rangers, SF, and elsewhere. Here’s another example of his Grenada recollections, published at the usually anti-soldier Daily Beast, of all places:

We are over water, the door-gunners firing furiously, and the Lieutenant stands peeking around the frame of the helicopter waiting for the bird to hover over sand. We see that we are mere feet away from the beach, and Andy kicks the Lieutenant out of the chopper as we jump into the surf under fire. The Lieutenant moves too slowly and the air is electric with bullets as the helicopter takes hits with that sledgehammer sound.

I am right behind Andy and I step squarely on the Lieutenant’s back, leaving a jungle boot print on his fatigue jacket as he sprawls in six inches of water. Then we run for our lives, run for the sanctuary of the sea wall, sheltering there shaking from the nearness of death. Scott, Andy and the others drop their rucksacks and look for targets. Slater is laughing again. We see no enemy. I notice in a slow-motion dream-state the beauty of the beach, quaint hotels with curtains over their windows, glass shattering with machine-gun bursts fired by the helicopter door-gunners. I am numb, on automatic pilot, and function despite my fear.

At the risk of riling Steve up, we'll use a DOD file photo of Rangers in Grenada that is C/1/75, not his 2nd Bat guys....

At the risk of riling Steve up, we’ll use a DOD file photo of Rangers in Grenada that is C/1/75, not his 2nd Bat guys… the left-handed RTO looks pretty miserable, huh?

Earlier, a Soviet diplomat stood trembling in our gunsights while we searched him and his car. He drove alone to Point Salines to deliver an official message from his government to the senior American commander. He looked like he expected to be nailed to a wall and shot. We must have seemed like cutthroats to him, bloodied American Rangers with black faces. He was stunned when we finished our search, handed back his watch and credentials, and led him away to deliver his message. He was treated firmly, but with formality. Courtesy did not come easily. Squatting behind the sea wall, Andy and I wonder if he is in the Soviet Embassy hiding beneath his desk while Cubans lie dead in the debris of the burning roof, their broken mortar beside them.

….

Scott is lecturing an anti-tank gunner, “do not fire unless I tell you.” The gunner wants to kill something, he wants to fire his cannon, but Scott will not permit it unless he has a worthy target. I am proud of Scott, he is a fine Ranger sergeant in combat, and amongst ourselves, there is no higher accolade. Behind us, pandemonium rules on the beach as the students that we came to rescue are herded in groups onto the helicopters.

Our turn to go. We blow the claymores as we pull out, and we cover each other as we return to the shoreline. Andy tells me, “someday we should come back here on vacation.” I look at him in outrage, but he is right. It is a beautiful place, or it was, until we blew the shit out of it. The students are gone and we are nearly left behind, but we wade into the surf and we pull each other into an overloaded helicopter hovering over the water, the door gunners heedlessly firing into beachfront homes. The copilot turns and yells at us to hurry. The chopper shudders beneath our weight and vibrates with the intermittent dings of bullets. In the confusion, another bird is hit and abandoned, and the crew runs to ours. Their helicopter squats in the surf with its rotors drooping. Scott, Big Ed, Andy and I make it out on the last bird to leave Grand Anse Beach. It was not planned that way.

Planning imagery for the drop was based on satellite photos or the Point Salines airstrip, like this one.

Planning imagery for the drop was based on satellite photos or the Point Salines airstrip, like this one.

Until some history publisher gets a dose of smelling salts and contracts Steve’s book, you can read some excerpts at his website, Magic Kingdom2 Dispatch, along with his musings on current events, the surveillance state, etc.. Doc posts Grenada stories most often around the anniversary of the invasion, which fell in late October, 1983 (we were in Phase II, Light Weapons, at SFQC, with some very, very frustrated Rangers).

The post that reminded us to write about Doc T and his book was this one, about fallen Ranger, 60 gunner Mark Yamane. That post recounts Yamane’s fate, as one of the Rangers whose everyday courage got him singled out for death. It also describes in detail the jump’s success, a triumph of improvisation in the face of military chaos.

We didn’t know Yamane. The only Grenada KIA we knew was Phil Grenier, from Ranger School Class 1-83. We didn’t know him well, just had one conversation about a hometown we were born in and left behind in early childhood, but he grew up in. You don’t have a lot of time to talk in Ranger School.

Incidentally, the world is missing a really good (i.e., not lightweight re-popped journalism) overview history on Urgent Fury. That book is sitting on the desk of former Marine GySgt. Joe Muccia. Doc T can put you in touch with Joe, too. Castalia House, are you listening? Presidio? Naval Institute Press?

Notes

  1. “Rippies” are Ranger (then Battalion, now Regiment) volunteers experiencing the myriad joys of RIP, the Ranger Indoctrination Program  (which has been replaced by RASP; the acronyms bark but the Rangers patrol on). If you made it through RIP, you could become a real Ranger like Doc, and wear the scroll on your shoulder, as long as you could keep it.
  2. “Magic Kingdom”? Steve lives in the earthly paradise of savory women and beautiful food that is Thailand. We’d call him a lucky bleep, but he seems to have made his own luck. Napoleon would approve.

The Last Word (for now) on Rangerettes

rangerette-benjaminChris Hernandez, who should need no introduction in these pages, has a brief interview with  Sergeant Major Colin Boley, the Operations Sergeant of the Airborne and Ranger Training Brigade, and one of the few Regiment veterans involved with the school.

Boley, who is a former Best Ranger Competition winner (as part of a two-man winning team), is adamant that, while some trivial accommodations were made, the standards were upheld and the first two female graduates, CPT Griest and 1LT Haver, met the standards. Period, full stop.

This is interesting because so far, he is the only one involved with training at a lower-than-political-level who has been willing (or allowed) to go on the record. His own command had threatened most of the Brigade with dire consequences to saying nennything to nennybody.  Boley:

The two females deserve recognition for making it through Ranger School. But they don’t deserve more than anyone else. One soldier who graduated with them is a cancer survivor, and not long ago was told he’d never be able to do something like this. He did it, the females did it, every other soldier who graduated did it. They all deserve praise, but not more than their classmates. Completing Ranger school is the easiest part of being a Ranger, living up to what that tab means every day of your life after is the hard part. Thus far Haver and Griest are doing just that, with class and dignity. Some of us old Rangers may want to take a page out of their book.

That’s enough for Chris Hernandez:

As far as I’m concerned, Sergeant Major Boley’s opinion is the final word on the matter. I’m a cynical old senior NCO who is frankly sick to death of the Army and counting the seconds until I retire, and I often harbor a near-homicidal hatred and distrust of officers (just kidding…sort of). If it was just some official Army spokesman colonel insisting the females graduated fairly, yeah, I’d be suspicious. But when a twenty-year Ranger Regiment combat veteran Sergeant Major with a Silver Star, who is assigned to Ranger School, tells me they made it fair and square, I believe him.

Were the standards upheld? Boley insists they were. After all, there have been other well-connected West Pointers — men — who have had the benefit of multiple recycles, and many graduates have been given extensive preparation by their units beforehand.

Chris says, addressing these two officers, “I hope to shake your hands someday. I have nothing but respect for your drive, dedication, and effort.” As we have said before, they have showed remarkable determination and grit in pursuit of their objective.

Whether the Army is being run by grownups or addled undergraduates is a completely separate question, and that situation wasn’t caused by and isn’t under the control of a couple of tough young company-grade officers.

Do Read The Whole Thing™. If you disagree with Chris, remember you’re also disagreeing with SGM Boley, and do so with respect. Not that either of them can be harmed by internet insults — they’re big, tough combat vets, too.

Distinguished Service Women in the News

Alleged former Air Force officer says she was, er, moonlighting:

Niara-Terela-Isley moon alien chick

“They turned me into a newt!”

A former US Air Force worker has claimed she was abducted by reptile aliens who raped her on the moon countless times.

Niara Terela Isley, who worked as a radar tracking officer, said she was snatched by a “humanoid with a tail” and taken to a secret base on the far side of the moon.

While there, she said she was made to have sex with aliens and lift boxes.

Ms Isley told how she worked at the Tonopah Test Range, in Nevada, but said she could recall very little detail about her time there.

She claimed security guards raped her in front of an audience after she was jabbed in the neck with a mystery drug while in an underground lair.

And then she was raped on the moon, she said.

Ms Isley described the bizarre and shocking series of incidents under hypnosis.

In taped interviews with aquarianradio, she claimed she was taken into space eight to 10 times over several months when she was 25-years-old.

She said the aliens put her to work, having her operate electronic machinery to excavate the darkest parts of the moon.

“Zork, I left the instructions for the baropsythrabulator unit in the other saucer!”

“Yog, you featherbrained imbecile! That’s still in the garage on Alpha Centauri. What are we going to do now?”

“Maybe we could get a human to do it.”

“Well, get one with a nice smile.”

Ms Isley does have a nice smile. There’s all the proof you need, innit?

Describing how she was used for sex almost every night she was on the moon, she said she was regularly passed between the reptilians.

In addition, she said “grey aliens” were present, helping with the work, as well as human “personnel” who were also forced to help the reptilians do their bidding on the moon.

After the abductions, she said she couldn’t remember much of what had happened, including aspects of her work, leading her to think her memory had been wiped.

The incidents stopped in 1980, she said.

Yeah, damn male chauvinist alien patriarchy. One grey hair, a single wrinkle, little bit of sag here or there, and a chick’s outa there for next year’s model.

She sought hypnosis in an attempt to fill the holes in her memory and it helped her uncover more details about the abuse she experienced on the moon.

Describing her abductor, she said: “He was humanoid and did have a tail.”

She said he had yellow eyes with vertical slit pupils.

On the “dark side” of the Moon, she said: “There was a lot of sexual abuse.”

Yep. One in five Air Force officers abducted by aliens this year… well, to put it delicately, they’ll have their way with ’em. The Air Force doesn’t like to talk about it. Especially the guys.

She also said there was excavation work to expand the “military base”.

It was then that she had to carry out manual labour including “moving boxes”.

Ms Isley, a mum-of-one who now lives in Colorado, said: “At night I wasn’t allowed to sleep and was passed around for more sex.”

Try just laying there, honey. Ask if it’s in yet. The aliens hate that. Or organizing a “Slutwalk, Luna” as a way to name ’em and shame ’em.

“I was scared. I knew I had to get back to my daughter so I was pretty compliant. I just didn’t want to do anything that would get me killed.”

via ‘I was abducted by reptile aliens who raped me on the moon every night’ – Mirror Online.

So, that’s the officer experience, female, Air Force, one each, for you.

Either that or she’s barking, bat-guano mad. We report, you decide.

Meanwhile, back in the Army

Ranger Training Brigade has thrown in the towel and is going to graduate a third woman candidate, who started with the others and has had so many recycles and second chances that nobody has kept track of them. These include being removed, ungraded, from patrol leadership positions where she was failing, and getting a “bye” on multiple peer review failures (two things which have only been waived before on males that had a great deal of “pull,” such as sons of generals, and never both on one person.

Meanwhile, Army Chief PR Dolly Brigadier General Malcolm Frost took to twitter to condemn People magazine writer Susan Katz Keating for writing a story about the school “without trying to interview” Colonel David Fivecoat and Major General Scott Miller. Someone was lying all right. The only problem was, it was Frost. Keating responded indignantly:

Frost, a political Social Justice Warrior committed to the “fundamental transformation” of the Army, did what SJWs do when caught lying, he doubled down and projected. In the end, he demanded that People run his own mealy-mouthed, platitudinous statement — after already demonstrating that he was a man of no integrity whose word could not be trusted. Needless to say, they refused but did append three paragraphs to the story. Frost returned to working with more complaisant reporters, and preparing a media blitz for this third West Pointer to have been poked, prodded, pulled and promenaded through the gates of the course.

In an interview on Facebook quoted in the Washington Post, all part and parcel of Fabricating Foster’s press blitz, the third woman, Lisa Peplinski Jaster, seemed to admit receiving special treatment but called for it to be “minimized,” for future women.

At the end of the course, Jaster had been dragged through three Benning Phases, two Mountain Phases, and two Florida Phases. She consistently failed patrols and peers, but advanced anyway.

The Ranger Training Brigade claims to have destroyed all training records of the women graduates “routinely,” except for the simple green index card that has been kept for each student since 1951.

Strictly coincidentally, this is the one with the loudmouth husband on social media, and strictly coincidentally, the one who kept a notebook and threatened repeatedly that if she didn’t graduate, she was going to “burn down the school,” and equally strictly and equally coincidentally, the one who repeatedly flunked peers. Which were waived on her behalf. This is the one who had special pre-tuition during the course on every evolution that was sprung on her classmates (you know, the ones who were actually at risk of failure) as a surprise.

At least she hasn’t been kidnapped by lunar-based aliens. The aliens, unlike today’s Ranger Training Brigade, have standards.

Rangers and Rangerettes Roundup

RangerTabYou’re supposed to be getting the next post in our Forts series, Castillo de San Marcos, at this moment. So why isn’t it here? Because we’re jamming to get some airplane parts finish-drilled, deburred, and washed/etched/primed in the two days of weather we have left in coastal New Hampster. And there are a lot of photos of San Marcos (thanks to OTR). So the RV-12 project’s gain is your loss. In the interim, we’ll fob you off with posts that are quick to write. Like this one unfairly concatenating two Ranger / Rangerette stories. -Eds.

The Ranger Was a Wife Beat-ee?

We are reliably told that Things Have Changed™, and it’s not like it was The Days Of You Dinosaurs®. But still, we can’t help but think what would’ve happened to a guy who showed up in his unit with bruises — because his wife beat him.

Ridicule doesn’t even begin to say it. We had a simple and blunt code: a soldier neither beats or is beaten by his woman, and if he is a no-go at this station he’s the butt of all unit humor until someone else screws up bigger and generates more net mirth. (Which may never happen). From a local Fox affiliate:

In an effort to protect himself, Michael has been filming encounters with his ex when he drops off or picks up his 2-year-old twins.

“A GoPro has such a wide angle scope on it,” Michael said. “It catches everything from 5 feet away from the feet to the head.”

And it appeared to catch 37-year-old Corinne Novak grabbing his genitals during a custody exchange last Thursday. Novak was later arrested for domestic battery, according to 10 News.

We won’t mention who this guy is or what his place in Rangerdom may be, although it doesn’t take a rocket surgeon to break it out. We figure, he’s got enough of a tough time.

And then, the kid has a point. Courts are so springloaded in women’s favor on domestic issues that a guy feels like a slave being judged under Hammurabi’s Code. Don’t matter what you did or even if you did it, your head’s the one going to roll.

Did the Rangerettes Really Do It?

That charge is being made by Rep Steve Russell (R-OK), a fellow Ranger grad, based on comms he says he’s received from RIs and others at Benning. (We received an email from a fellow blogger about this last night and dismissed it based on what we’d heard, at least, we assume that it’s these charges, which we hadn’t seen at the time). From The Hill (which is paraphrasing that bastion of military analysis, People magazine):

A source on Capitol Hill told People that the lawmaker was concerned because “sources at Fort Benning are coming forward to say the Army lied about women in Ranger School, that the women got special treatment and played by different rules.”

Ranger instructors who said they were told to keep silent reportedly gave Russell’s office examples of ways in which the women received special treatment, such as carrying less weight than the men and not taking their turn carrying heavy weaponry, People reported.

The Hill (or is it People?) also quotes some zero-integrity Army spokesperson saying the sort of empty party-line twaddle that Army spox speak. It’s not worth repeating; Joe Isuzu wasn’t worth listening to when he was selling Isuzus, he’s no more worthwhile pushing Diversity is Strength and Vibrancy is Whatever.

But the thing is this: during the event we had contact with people at RTB including staff people and Ranger Instructors, specifically including lane walkers/graders, the guys who walk with the Ranger patrols and give the Patrol Leaders and other graded leadership positions their go/no-go grades. And they described a system that was:

  1. Yes, subject to considerable pressure to make the women succeed (which is explicitly denied by Lt. Col. Isuzu in the People/Hill mashup article), subject to the women performing to standard. 
  2. Scrupulously fair. (Indeed, there were so many brass, hangers-on, activists — and don’t forget the 31 feminist Commissars — that the RIs were absolutely on edge about being fair and being seen by all these nasty career-killers to be fair).
  3. Not overly accommodating to the women, even though there were significant accommodations.

We’ve got some antennas up on this.  At the moment, we’re inclined to think that Rep. Russell has been misled by people who are not as close to the lanes as they have made out. But we’ll see.

One prediction: the Chief of Staff and various people who want to suck up to him are very, very interested in who these alleged whistleblowers are, as is the new social-engineer Secretary of the Army.

And now, if you’ll excuse us, back to drilling and deburring. 

Rangerette Roundup

Well, time for a brief post about doin’s in the World O’ Rangerettes. As we’re outa time, few images. Use your imagination!

First, In the Army

The fix, it turned out, was in.

The fix, it turned out, was in.

The two women who were nurtured through Ranger School recently (and who, we must say, showed incredible grit and determination to hang in there through multiple recycles) were so much more impressive than the 136 who fell by the wayside that the Army has decided, after long deliberation a pause to provide a Decent Interval® and look like long deliberation of orders that came from Ash Carter and John McHugh, to open all future Ranger classes to women. Who will graduate. Remember, we called it back in November 2014, as the first 31 women for the Corps of Commissars were selected (out of 36 volunteers… now that’s real selectivity): Lower Standards, Commissars, to Guarantee Graduation. The distaff Ranger graduation is also being used as a wedge to crack open the rest of combat arms, because the Maslovian self-actualization of a couple of career women who want to play Army, and a victory for the lesbo-wiccan coven that is DACOWITS, are more important than whether units can fight and actually beat anybody. “Since they’re only ever going to play Little League, we might as well get ’em used to participation trophies.”

Just for the record: males graduate from Ranger School at a rate between 40 and 50%, something that’s been fairly consistent for about 65 years. Women graduated, despite bend-over-backwards standards, at a rate of about 1.5%. (Rounding up, 2/138). Can we get a, “You go, girl,” or maybe it’s a “Yugo, girl”?

Unfortunately, no one is following the 136 to see what their failure at Ranger school portends for their careers, and for military policy (i.e., what are we prepared as a nation to make two women feel good about themselves? And who do we expect to pay it?) We know from experience with men that some who pass the course, and many who medically drop (as some percentage of the women did), leave Fort Benning with chronic or recurrent injuries. The most common of these are hard-to-treat cartilage injuries to backs, necks, knees, etc. If the womens’ results are similar to men’s and not much, much better (which seems, biologically, improbable), they will have a disproportionate amount of lost time to medical treatment and recovery, relative to their peers, and a disproportionate percentage of them will have lifelong, compensable disabilities.

Next, in the Marines

USMC EGA eagle globe and anchorThe Marines have had a time-proven strategy for surviving periods of anti-military administrations: hunker down, fight delaying actions, let the Army take the hits, and emerge as the only service still capable of ground combat. The “anti-military administration” is personified perfectly by career politician and Secretary of the Navy Ray Mabus, and as a manager of Marines his standards have been slash. And burn. While they’re still more of a fighting force than John McHugh’s Reflective Belt Army, that’s a dismal distinction indeed.

The sheer persistence of Mabus’s Social Justice Weenies seems to have ground the Marines down. A Washington Post article by women-in-combat cheerleader Thomas Gibbons-Neff1 says that a recent Marine test produced “mixed results.” The article itself is pretty mixed-up, as Gibbons-Neff seems unaware of the difference between what combat units and Female Engagement Teams do, despite being a former Marine grunt himself, but he references results from a Marine test of a sex-integrated combined-arms task force at Camp Lejeune and undergoing a simulated combat deployment to Twentynine Palms.

[O]nly a small number of women were left by the experiment’s conclusion — two of the roughly two dozen who started — mostly in part because of the physical and mental stress that comes with combat roles.

Gee, that doesn’t sound like a mixed result to us. It sounds like “mixed result” is Gibbons-Neff’s euphemism for “failure.” (Maybe he’s a product not only of hyphenation, but of tee-ball and scoreless soccer). But hey, just because the women physically broke down like us mean old sexist combat vets said they might, doesn’t mean it was an across-the-board failure, right? Maybe they did okay at unit cohesion and esprit?

Both the men and women in the task force also reported a breakdown in unit cohesion with some voicing  a perceived unequal treatment from their peers.

OK, we understand the way that Gibbons-Neff uses the term, “mixed result,” now. It’s a mix of two different kinds of failure! You go, girl!

He also writes:

The nine-month exercise was broken down into two parts. Initially there was a four-month training period, or “work-up,” at Camp Lejeune, followed by a five month “deployment” to the Mojave Desert in Twentynine Palms. Certain elements of the task force also participated in training at Camp Pendleton, and mountain warfare in Bridgeport, Calif. This two semester cycle was common over the past 15 years. During the height of the Iraq War, it was common that Marine units would train for six to eight months and then deploy for a similar amount of time.

Gee, tell that to the Marines that were in Fallujah in 2004. They not only saw some of the worst fighting in the war, they saw a year and a half of it. And while the Marines have managed to keep their average deployment of active-duty Marines fairly short (7.21 months as of 2010, perhaps lower if we had newer data), Marine reservists deploy for longer, and all Marines are subject to deployment more frequently than their Army counterparts, as a rule of thumb. (The USAF has even shorter deployments — and more frequent ones yet).

Mean Length of Deployment in Months, by Branch of Service and Component, as of 2010

Component Army Navy Air Force Marine Corps Coast Guard TOTAL
Regular 9.66 6.00 4.89 7.21 5.29 7.52
National Guard 9.21 N/A 3.46 N/A N/A 8.00
Reserves 8.96 6.13 3.85 11.96 5.29 7.96
TOTAL 9.42 6.02 4.48 7.97 6.00 7.67
In contrast with the Army and Air Force, the Navy and Marine Corps do not have National Guard components. (Source).

He also hand-waved the equivalence of 9 months breaking down into 4 training plus 5 deployment as equal to 12-16 months breaking down as half training and half deployment. If the surviving women were down to 2 after 9 months, of which only 5 were “deployed,” albeit in the USA, one wonders where they’d be after a year or longer, or even an average all-USMC 8-month deployment.

The Marines did something very interesting: they instrumented their troops during this test with  heart monitors and smart shooting targets, and they’re crunching the data now. Since the instrumentation data haven’t been released, Gibbons-Neff dismisses the results revealed so far as “anecdotal.” Why does he dismiss the “anecdotal” data: because it’s a tale of failure, a little by individual females and a lot by units disrupted by them. Anecdotes like this:

[W]omen had a difficult time completing physical tasks, like moving 200 pound dummies off the battlefield or from the turret of a “damaged” vehicle.

Hey, if a few men have to die because Lance Corporal Fainting Couch can’t get them out of a blown MRAP turret, that’s just the price you pay for careerist women officers’ Maslovian self-actualization, which is a higher value to Ray Mabus’s Marine Corps than victory or (expendable, non-female) human lives.

Peer assessments were also mixed.

Peer assessments are always mixed. But how do they become “also” mixed? This sentence immediately follows the one above. Does Gibbons-Neff think that a finding that women are too weak to be relied upon to evacuate wounded men is a “mixed” result? Or was it “mixed” because 200-pound male Marines could move a dummy representing themselves, or a 140-lb woman, for that matter?

Gubbons-Neff quotes a male Lance Corporal (for civilians, that is a fundamental grunt rank, equivalent to PFC in the army), Chris Augello, who was all for sex-integrated units until he saw them in practice:

Augello, according to the report, also noted that relationships between the female and male Marines in his platoon sometimes turned romantic and in turn became a distraction. Integration, Augello wrote, is “a change that is sadly for the worse, not the better.”

And then you have this: 

Another issue was training. Female marines received different training from their male infantry counterparts, and so there was a gap in their preparedness.

You may recently remember the case of Lieutenant Colonel Kate Germano2, a tough Marine who was relieved for cause for trying to raise the standards in female Marine training. Germano appears to have been backstabbed by female Marine officers subordinate to her who were comfortable with lower standards and double standards.

After throwing around some irrelevant stuff apparently learned from press releases on Female Engagement Teams3 (similar to the SOF Coalition Support Teams which also have received doting press coverage but dismal reviews from the field), Gibbons-Neff throws out the old tu quoque that men dropped too!

Not, of course, at proportionate rates, but never mind that. And not for physical or medical reasons, mostly, but for administrative ones (if you have a unit that’s 90/10 men, more men will have an issue requiring redeployment, like a death in the family, than women). But then we have another bout of hand-waving, in which Gibbons-Neff notes that a couple of the women impressed some of the men.

[T]he two women who stayed until the experiment’s conclusion told the Marine Corps Time they had found their true calling as infantrywomen.

You go, girl!

“Every time a female would drop, it motivated the crap out of me to stay there,” Lance Cpl. Callahan Brown, one of the two final women to remain in the task force, told the Marine Corps Times. “Only 7 percent [of Marines are female] and so few even wanted to be in the infantry, and that’s all I want, is to be with grunts.”

And that’s all that matters, what she wants. What the men want is irrelevant, because feminism. It’s all about career growth and Maslovian self-actualization for handful of tip-of-the-bell-curve women who want to do this, a few of whom maybe even can do this, that units should embrace and accept dozens of women who want to do this but can’t do it.

Because, really, what’s more important? That Lance Corporal Callahan Brown get what she wants, or that some mere guy get lifted out of a burning turret and not roast to death?

UPDATES:

ITEM: Commenter Neil S. inadvertently posted the following comment, intended for this thread, to the wrong thread:

My brother in law was transferred from 1/9 to be one of the infantry NCOs in this consolidated test unit. He described the women (all of the ones that he worked with) as absolutely untrained for infantry operations. They expected to be cut a break. He attempted, as any good NCO would, to get their shit squared away and ready for the desert training cycle. He did this in a vocal military manner, at high volume. Some of the females complained; he was relieved of his squad leader billet and assigned to the armory (which is a fate worse than death in the Marine infantry. You cease to exist in the eyes of your command.) He’s pretty bitter about it.

The parallels to the fate that befell Lt. Col. Germano are uncanny in their similarity. As if the two incidents were drawn from the same template. What odds do you think that Lt. Col. Germano and this unnamed young sergeant are the only two who have seen their careers shot pour encourager les autres? 

ITEM: an individual who claims to know him points out some details of Thomas Gibbons-Neff’s career and has a different take on his post. It seems only fair to call your attention to “Marjah Marine” in the comments below.

ITEM: Speaking of fair, that endless cri de coeur of Unique and Special Snowflakes™ everywhere, we were (in all seriousness, for a moment) quite unfair to cite Gibbons-Neff’s post without linking to it. You can find it here and we have put a link to his original work in the story. We regret the error.

Notes

  1. If your name is hyphenated, and you’re not the descendant of a contracted marriage between families of impoverished nobility and <i>nouveau riche</i> social climbers, you’re probably a drip. We’ve found this a remarkably robust and repeatable rule of thumb. We’ll do Gibbons-Neff the favor of ignoring the evidence of his writing, and granting him a broke baron somewhere in one hyphen or the other of his bloodline.
  2. For previous coverage of the Marines’ mistreatment of Lt. Col. Germano, see these two Weaponsman stories: Marines Fire Leader who Challenged Women to Excel (10 July 15) and Keelhauling Kate Germano, Part II (14 July 15).
  3. FETs and CSTs are designed to allow the coalition forces in muslim extremist and other highly patriarchal areas of operation to be able to talk to women. In those societies, husbands and fathers own their wives and daughters much like an antebellum plantation owner owned its slaves, and they are hostile to the idea of their women talking to Allied men. The teams have generated parallel reports, the official glowing ones that we suspect might have been written before they deployed, and the real ones passed from veteran to veteran. These real (and suppressed) reports can honestly be credited as “mixed,” as some FETs/CSTs have performed as advertised; others have been like trying to cart a bunch of stubborn, needy noncombatants around the battlefield.

The Rangerette Publicity Machine

The fix, it turned out, was in.

The fix, it turned out, was in.

As everyone who has not been under a rock knows, the two women who have been in Ranger School for six months or so as ambassadors militant for their sex are set to graduate, By Direction of the President, this week. Since the President is coming to the graduation, there can be no question of them not passing or being graded like the real students. They are tabbed out, which requires a definition of this ancient Ranger term (well, it appeared to be of very great antiquity when we contacted it in Ranger school in October, 1982). What is “tabbed out”?

Tabbed Out

It’s an insidious attitude that some Ranger School attendees get when they are confident that they have enough patrols to graduate personally; a certain personality type, a Courtney Massengale if you will, ceases effort beyond the minimum. He’s (and up to now, they’ve all been “he”s) tabbed out.

If not before, our two women were Tabbed Out the moment the phone rang in Building 4, telling someone that the Preident was coming to their graduation. By Direction of the President, they were tabbed out. Nothing they did after that point could have prevented their graduation, probably not even dying — unlike previous deaths on the course, they’d have gotten a posthumous tab.

The Ranger Instructors are alert to this phenomenon and, where they can, administer doses of humility when required. They can’t always.

There have always been a few candidates — sons of serving generals, for instance — for whom Failure Was Not An Option, not because they had no failure in them (we have learned that martial ardor is a more heritable trait than martial ability), but because their success was decreed from On High, usually from the CO or even the Benning CG.

In this case, the men filling those positions are fully-on-board Diversity Is Our Strength social justice warriors.

There’s no Tabbed Out like Tabbed Out By Direction of the President.

 

Diversity is Strength!

Is diversity strength? It depends, of course. If you left out any of the three ingredients in a structural part made of carbon fiber cloth, epoxy resin, and  epoxy hardener with the latter two reacting in a typically exothermic reaction, well, you would have floppy cloth with goop on it, not a structural part. But if you added to carbon fiber, epoxy resin, and hardener an equal quantity of straw and manure (recognizing, say, the vibrant contributions of Afghan home builders), then that particular diversity would not be strength. Hence, “it depends.”

In the end, “Diversity is Strength” sounds less like a rational statement and more like a hortatory slogan, the kind so acidly skewered in Orwell’s 1984: War is Peace! Freedom is Slavery! Ignorance is Truth!

Diversity is Strength!

You almost want it to be an antiphonal call-and-response: “Diversity is Strength!” “Amen!”

No, diversity is not strength. Judicious diversity, which is not the sort pursued today, is how the addition of carbon to iron produces steel. Addition of cobalt, of tungsten, chromium or nickel in trace amounts produces all the many structural and mechanical steels that, unseen, make the world work — the real world, the one that the English majors and lawyers simply grow atop like mildew, thinking that they’re in command.

Addition of random ingredients to your melt isn’t likely to produce superior steel — diversity, in that case, is “inclusions.” To burn it down to a slogan, except for very few very defined instances, Diversity saps Strength.

The Lesson of 1974

1974 was a great year for social justice warriors. For the United States, of course, it was a year of chaos, retrenchment and decline, which may or may not be related to that. But in the Army of 1974 — an Army riven by a rocky transition from a narrow, unfair draft, by racial division, and rampant drug use — the Most Important Thing wasn’t solving any of those problems, about which leadership was in deepest denial.

It was (drumroll please) Opportunities for Women.

First, and most important to Academy graduates, at least, the Military Academy prepared to admit its first women, who would be the only members of the Class of 1980 celebrated by the press. (The press, then as now in the grip of its not-antiwar-just-on-the-other-side shame from Vietnam, wishes the Army and all in it ill, so perhaps lionization in the press is not a good marker of martial value). But what we saw was the change imparted to another venerable institution, and one that had rather more to do with victory in WWII than West Point did, to wit, jump school.

Airborne School admitted its first women in 1974. And the first women were carefully selected and prepared female officers (sound familiar?) who were subject to sex-normed “same standards” as the men. By all accounts, that first class actually did their best and met the standards, as long as you only graded them on the female curve.

The problem with carefully selecting women who can almost hang with the guys is this: you run out of freaks of nature and weight-lifting high-T lesbians pretty quickly. So for subsequent classes, the powers that be had to either accept very high female attrition or lower the standards further. In the end, they essentially dropped standards for female attendees and that led to a precipitous drop in standards at the school in general.

It started with the runs. Airborne runs were once “legendary,” as in stories told to both encourage and intimidate the young, but within a few years they were “legendary,” as in “something that took place so long in the past that all that is left is apocryphal oral tradition. At first, women who fell out of runs were yelled at and shamed but they cried and called their Congressmen, so that stopped. Within a very few years, they ran if they wanted, and didn’t run if they didn’t feel like it, and no one said anything. The Army made sure the recruiting brochure for jump school looked like a college catalog: a centrally managed race and sex mix designed to look Inclusive.

True, paratroopers coming out of the course could no longer be expected to have displayed courage, fitness, and commitment, but none of those things were necessary any longer: diversity was our strength!

By 1980, the date of the emergence of that first batch of West Point women from their cocoon on the Hudson, it was functionally impossible to fail jump school. Sure, there was still plenty of pointless hazing and harassment, and this induced people to quit, but by 1980 there were no standards. Fog a mirror, pass the course.

In that case, why have a course? The essence of military parachuting can be taught to a static-line jumper in a day, maybe a half day. But the course is what they’ve always done; for the Army, then 205 years of tradition untainted by progress, better to have a sham course than to admit the Emperor’s hairy butt was showing.

What happened in Airborne School happened across the military. At first, “women just want to compete on the same level playing field.” Then, “the standards are biased against women.” At first, “women don’t want to change the Army, they want to join it.” Then, it was, “the culture is hostile to women.”

From there it was a short step to making mechanics take down Snap-On calendars in the motor pool, because the slinky girls on the calendars, and the fact that the men liked looking at them, were kryptonite to the acidulous Sapphic sadducees of DACOWITS.

It was a short step from the first guy whose career got canc’d because he pointed out the the girls in his motor pool couldn’t lift their toolboxes, to contracts demanding impossible lighter tools, to a motor pool where a guy carries the girl’s toolbox, always, and she thinks she did it herself. Because you go, girl!

From there, it was a short step to where we are today.

The Publicity Campaign

And that brings us to today’s publicity campaign. It has been unprecedented in its breadth: it not only has reached the usual febrile triage plazas of diversity cant, but the PR agency actually got the mother of one of the Rangerettes on the Rush Limbaugh show. And it has been unprecedented in its persistence. They’ve even reached out to blogs hostile to their message, in this format:

From: Cathy Renna <xxxx@targetcue.com>
Date: Tue, Aug 18, 2015 at 2:19 PM
Subject: Expert Availability Re: First Women Graduating Army Ranger School
To: [a well known military blog]
THIS IS BEING SENT AS A COURTESY – PLEASE CONTACT SUE FULTON IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN FOLLOW-UP

Media Contact: Sue Fulton

Email: xxxxxxxx@gmail.com

Phone: 908.256.xxxx

Expert Availability Re: Women Graduating Army Ranger School

Washington, DC – Two women West Point graduates are poised to become the first women to graduate the Army’s Ranger School.

The following women West Pointers are available to discuss the impact of this historic event:

Donna McAleer, West Point ’87, author of “Porcelain on Steel: Women of West Point’s Long Gray Line,” member of the Defense Advisory Committee on Women in the Service.

Anne MacDonald, Brig. Gen. (ret.), West Point ’80, part of the first West Point class to graduate women, the only class of ’80 woman to reach general officer rank.

Sue Fulton, West Point ’80, part of that first class, first woman graduate Chair of the West Point Board of Visitors.

Targetcue, by the way, is a GLBT advocacy firm closely tied to the administration, that works largely through a network of gay and lesbian reporters. It’s managing partner (and, it seems, chief cook and bottle washer) is Cathy Renna, who sent the above email. (We have removed details of email and phone addresses, because even militant lesbians trying to destroy the Army have a right privacy).

Renna writes:

Everybody wants their “name” in the media, but we’ll get your story told and told well. Target Cue provides premiere services for audience-targeted media outreach at all levels, from mainstream media to more audience specific outlets and social media. With decades of experience and long-term trusted relationships with and access to journalists and bloggers, your story is in good hands at Target Cue. With a full range of services that start with audience targeting and includes message development to placement of stories and opeds/blogs posts, TargetCue will work with you from beginning to end to maximize the impact of your media visibility and leverage media coverage in diverse ways.

You might be inclined to credit her for all the publicity barrage we’re seeing, but Targetcue is just one of scores if not hundreds of PR flack rookeries that have been mobilized not only to sell the public on the idea of Rangerettes, but to make it seem as if the public was always sold, and as if this whole idea originated out there in real America and not around conferences tables of careerist officers and lesbo-feminist activists. Those aren’t equivalent groups but there is a large intersection in the sets.

We’re teaching our young officers that they can have anything they want if they just throw enough of a tantrum. That will be one hell of a military to send into combat.

Of course, they won’t care. By then, they’ll be out. They’ll be “activists.”

What’s Next?

The Navy folded, and CNO Jon Greenert says SEAL standards will drop to meet the available women. (That’s the real subtext of all his bloviating. He knows who signs his paycheck). Where are they going to get SEALettes from? Maybe Cathy Renna has some in her little black book. And mad social justice leader Ray Mabus has set a 25% floor for women in the Navy and Marines — and every job therein. Guided by the wisdom of Comrade Academician Lysenko, we move forwards to the New Soviet Man Nongendered Human Being. Meanwhile, everybody’s racial classification, the bean most lovingly counted by racialist diversicrats, turns out to be remarkably fluid.

How does the Army meet these raised stakes in Diversity Poker? Well, one of the Rangerettes hasn’t been awarded the title of Best Ranger yet. That’s still open! And there’s this ugly guy with lipstick just named to some White House position. Why not make him/her/it Secretary of Defense? It’s not like the guy in the office now would be missed. Heck, there’s the Trans Barrier, and then there’s the Poly Barrier, and then there’s the NAMBLA Barrier. There’s no end to the Diversity that can be our Strength!

Meanwhile, the Army has announced that most soldiers will not be able to trade above squad level this year as the Army regresses to Depression-era end strength. Leadership emphasis is, you see, elsewhere.

Meanwhile, 10k .mil email addresses (6.8k Army) were found on the Ashley Madison hook-up web site, and  the DOD is investigating all for adultery. That will help them get to the new 80k cuts they’re talking about, and a few more to make room  (If you’re counting, 45 DHS emails, 88 Bureau of Prisons, and 10 officials in Philadelphia city government, too). So moral of story: it‘s a really good time for warriors to leave and let the West Point activist types have the Army to themselves.