Henka

Henka, is the Japanese word for change. Maybe a better translation would be to be able to change direction, a 180 if you will in your mind.
If you know any women….Ahhhh, I need not say more;)
I started my change while living in Japan…turning a 180…it just took me years to get all the way back to where I needed to be.

I don’t know where this blog is going at this moment. I just feel a need to type it out as I see fit. I don’t know if it’s going to be a history lesson, a small one for I have limited knowledge, or just my reminiscing of learning to be my self again and/or the fun times I had there.

I lived in Japan for several years. It wasn’t main land Japan. It was one of the poorest prefectures of Japan, the Ryukyu Island of Okinawa. I was but one of the many Americans that live/lived there. It’s a beautiful island, sort of the Key West of Japan. It’s hot, humid and a lush play ground for the habu…a very poisonous snake that likes to hang in trees and attack unsuspecting passers. The waters clear as my thoughts as I watch the sunrise.
The people of Okinawa are different from those on the main land. They are a mix, like us Americans, a melting pot of their own. They have darker skin and their facial features are unique and distinct from the Main Landers.
My Father was on Okinawa, as a Marine, before the Americans gave control back to the Japanese government.
My Dad is cool like that….in all the cool places, doing all the cool things;)
Anyway….

Living there, as all the other places I have been and lived, gave me a different perspective on the people. One you can only get by living amongst them.

Being defeated, overrun and at one point decimated….

We all know on December 7th, 1941 over 500 Japanese fighters and bombers attacked Pearl Harbor killing more than 200 Americans.
We were not at war yet…but World War II had begun as we stood by…BABAM….
December 11, Germany and Italy declare war on the US.

The Battle of Okinawa, Operation Iceburg, had over 250,000 lives lost, over 150,000 civilians. That is a lot of civilian lives. The war ended with us of course...having the last word in Nagasaki and Hiroshima.
It is a small island of farmers, women and children. It is a place I called home, the people my friends.

There were moments though I could see hate in their eyes, as drove my Y plated Van around, shopping, eating and site seeing.

Side note…I wonder why President Truman chose only Japan to drop the bombs and not Germany? Was it because we had so many allied soldiers in the area? Do you think that maybe the Japanese are insulted that it was them and only them? That President Truman couldn’t drop the bomb on Germany because as an American and as a melting pot of our own, they were to much like us?
Just thoughts…..

It was a fine line you walk as an American citizen there and I tried very hard to respect the people of the Island.

…I did party like a rock star sometimes…

Gate Two street was nothing like Vegas but had the same mental concept. The mental concept of a bunch of adults behaving like 22 year olds, drinking, dancing and singing all night long. Not noticing that time has passed by and you walk out of a club or Karaoke bar and hints of sunlight are streaking their way through the negative space of the concrete playground. There was the ‘snake lady’ (I’ll leave that there for your naughty imagination. Ok, go farther into the gutter, oh, baby, you are still not there! Think change and bananas...)… The Philippino karaoke bar with the co-bathroom with a stall and a urinal. Inevitably I would go pee and there was always some guy with his wanker out reliving himself. Joy, joy, joy!
Some ‘nights’ I would find myself out a great deal later than was expected…AKA…
…”Holy shit! it’s 6?”…that would be in the AM.
Sunabe or the 'sea wall' was my enemy at these times…and my friends that I hung out with. We pushed each other to go longer, farther…stay out later. Trouble with a capital T! Yeah…the XO’s spouse, mother of three…:/ it was not looked on highly.

I had a friend, C, she would help me out on Wednesdays all day and Friday nights. I loved C, still do actually. A lot of people had ‘Mamasans’ I didn’t, I had C! She knew everything about me, when my cycle was, where my underwear was kept and that I am a total slob. She knew how to make my children laugh and loves them, still…I don’t think she knows how much I love her, still to this day! C, would show up on Wednesday mornings at 10am and I would head out  and be back at 4. Friday night (or I should say sometime Saturday morning I would come home, house immaculate, laundry folded, ironed and put away. Poor C would be sleeping on my sofa. She is so forgiving and loving. Thank you C!

Wednesdays was my time. Me time.
I didn’t hang out with friends…unless the me, myself and I can be counted. The ‘holy trinity’ that is Kristin;)

I would go to StarBucks in the ‘American Village’, sipping on what ever coffee drink I picked that day, sitting, watching the Japanese women, studying what they were wearing, how they acted and walked. I studied those women like they were my heros. I already had my own walk and my own style, but I admired their un-canny ‘chichi’. Some of their outfits were a bit out of whack I’ll confess. Their love of stilettos I understood.
I would meander through shops, looking at the strangest things, trying to figure out what they were! Or I would head to Cocok’s and get the GREATEST pedicure a woman could receive. An hour of heat and massage and hand painted art on each toe nail, for $30. An hour later I would head to lunch…restaurants galore to choose from…

The Japanese don’t cook a lot. They maybe have 2 burners and this tiny oven that you could probably broil a small filet of fish in. Restaurants are all over the place, and all sorts of kinds. The San A or  even the connivence store on the corner had decent food to go. The Sushi Go-Arounds were immaculate and yummy. (Some times if I just wanted a snack, I would head to one, and just grab a little bite.)

The Restaurants where diverse. Some were traditional, taking your shoes off when entering and sitting on tatami mats. Others were fast food, Mos Burger…they had these pressed rice patties that served as ‘buns’ and had stir fry meat between the two, absolutely DE-LICI-OUS!

In the very Okinawan restaurants they would have shelves along the walls, on them were ceramic jugs. Each one designated to a person, filled with your favorite kind of Awamori. Awamori is like sake. My favorite kind is Black Zampa. It’s a bit reminiscent to moon shine for some, but I love it. They would serve it with a glass of ice and a pitcher of water…I always skipped the water.
I had SO many favorite restaurants its hard to name and remember them all: The Barrel, Transit Cafe, the Garlic Restaurant, Coco Iichbanya, Sam’s By The Sea, Sushi Go-arounds to name a few…

Transit Cafe in Sunabe…If I wasn’t taking a cab and had to drive, finding a parking place was difficult and dangerous,  when you did find one you prayed when parallel parking one of your tires didn’t fall into the binjo ditch. Walking up a slender stair case to be greeted by white stucco walls and a modern interior. The owner standing behind the bar ‘yelling’, “Irashaimase!”
 I loved sitting outside, listening to the waves crash against the sea wall. I always ordered the same things…Melted brie cheese served with french bread to dip and Tuna, corn and mayonnaise pizza. It sounds gross if you have never had it, but it was daring and palatable. I of course added Tabasco sauce to it. Tabasco sauce was everywhere.
The only thing I think was hard to find was sour cream…I think they thought Sour cream was poison, not sure.


OHhhhhhhh……Coco Ichibanya…A Japanese curry house. It was fast and tasty.
You pick what you want, and how spicy you want it. Depending on time of day and the events of the previous evening I ordered my meal. If it was a regular day, Eggplant, level 5. If it was 4am or lunch the day after and I had a hangover it would be fried pork cutlet level 7….with a mango lassi, to cool the heat.

Sam’s By The Sea...I actually lived on the same street as Sam’s when I first moved there. It was less than a hop, skip and jump away. Tiki torches welcoming you and the servers with blue and white sailor style uniforms. The curry soup bewildered my taste buds. I think everything I ate there I loved. It was a more Hawaiian inspired place, I still loved it. The music the tropical infused drinks.

I didn’t even get into the 100 yen store, my friends, the Roxbury….the memories….

Since this blog turned into me reminiscing I would like to try to bring it full circle…

Emperor Hirohito, the word ‘henka’ and the change in me…and the Japanese people.

August 15th, 1945 was the first time the Japanese people had really heard the voice of their Emperor, as he surrendered. 2.3 million soldiers 800,000 civilians dead later. He directed the people of Japan to change their minds. After all the hostility, the horrors, can you envision the repulsion they must have felt at being defeated? (I am aware they ‘started’ it). The Emperor told them to do a 180….
….Did Henka rub off on me the moment I landed on the Island? Could I feel the desire of the lives lost and their need to fulfill their lost lives?
I really don’t know. I know they were ordered to change their mentality, from war to peace. Funny I seemed to have have changed my mind from peace to war…

Acid and Base

NO…I am not talking about the music which blares from my cool minivan as I drive around. My woofer under my front passenger seat making the windows in the vehicle next to mine vibrating obnoxiously. Their heads turning back and forth looking for the lowered Impala with neon lights mounted under it. No, it’s me…not some kid.

I am actually talking about cooking and marinading meats, asian style today.

I like to have stuff ready when I want it. I enjoy cooking on the fly too, but the convenience of grabbing a freezer zip lock bag filled with strips of chicken, pork or beef already in a marinade is easy.
When I am at the grocery store and I see some kind of meat on sale, makes no difference what kind, I’ll buy it. At home I’ll cut it into even strips and/or cubes and think of what I want them to be-ish at a later date.

I have a fully stocked pantry and fridge of all the things I know I want/need to have. Spices galore, from whole seed to already ground. I know you might not have what I have, but you might want it one day.

A few ingredients to have on hand….

Caveat-these are easy things to find these days don’t get scared...

Soy Sauce, 2 kinds regular and sweet.
Sherry, I buy a big cheap bottle with a handle. This is the only time I will tell you to use a wine you won’t drink to cook with.
Rice Wine Vinegar
Fish Sauce
Sesame Oil
Worcestershire Sauce (which is made from tamarind, I like tamarind)
Orange Juice
Ketchup (Ancient Chinese secret ingredient)
Black Bean paste
Dashi
Brown Sugar
Sugar
Cornstarch
Sesame seeds
Limes
Fresh Ginger root
Garlic
Onions
Cilantro
Basil

and if you like it spicy
Sambal Oelek
Sriracha

Our goal here is to create ‘umami’.
…and since I LOVE history and science, you will also get a history lesson…and a bit of a science one as well…

So a long time ago, not a galaxy far away…just a long time ago…There were philosophers who, well, who thought and thought, and came to conclusions. They wrote stories and poetry…and about how many things a human can taste.
Aristotle and Plato came up with four things: Sweet, salty, sour and bitter.

Now for some more time travel…forward into the late 1800’s…

Two guys almost at the same time but oceans apart, one French Chef, Escoffier and another a Japanese chemist, Ikeda created and tasted, respectively, something different than the four flavors people had come to accept.

Glutamate…Glutamic acic…Umami…(MSG)…L-Gluatamine

To all those hyper sensitive types…studies have shown that there are NO ADVERSE side affects to MSG…it’s all in your head.
For those of you that want to argue with me…don’t bother, please read the Dilbert comic strip below. (I’m Dilbert)

Ok, so let talk about L-Glutamine. Glutamate is in pretty much in anything that lives. When things die, organic matter breaks down and the glutamate molecule breaks apart.
Glutamate becomes L-glutamate with the break down of the molecule…and there you have your ‘yummy’, or Umami.
When we cook a stock down, we are breaking apart molecules, creating MORE flavor. Fermentation and aging does the same thing.

When we marinade meat and cook it we are doing the same thing…

All those ingredients I listed above are a ‘bit’ pick and choose-ish. There are a few rules though.

You want the sweet, salty, bitter, sour…we bring out the Umami.

Let’s say we are working with 1lb of already cut up meat.

All the recipes below start with...

1Tbs Ginger. To get it ready, ‘peel’ it with a spoon the grate it. (Please, real ginger, not powdered…unless you are cooking at your friends, forgot yours and all you have is ground.)
1 Large Garlic clove, crushed and chopped. You can add more if you want...


1/4 C Soy Sauce, either kind
1/4 C Sherry
1Tbs ketchup
A splash of Oj
A Dash of Worcestershire Sauce
1 tsp Cornstarch
1tsp sugar


if you want something a little different

Add 1Tbs Black bean paste as well
Spicy…add 1Tbs Sriracha or Sabal Oelek

or

if you want something more Thai-ish

Same amounts of ginger and garlic
1/4 C Soy Sauce
1/4 Lime Juice
1Tbs Fish Sauce
1Tbs Brown sugar
1 tsp Cornstarch
2Tbs Chopped Cilantro (even if it’s going in the freezer, you will also add more later)

When you are ready to stir fry it add 1Tbs of chopped Basil and another of Cilantro.

or

if you want something more Korean

Same ginger amounts, a bit more garlic…
1/4 C Soy Sauce
1/4 Cup Sherry
1 Tbs Brwn Sugar
1 tsp cornstarch
A dash of Worcestershire Sauce
1tsp Sesame Oil
1tsp Sesame seeds

Or, more Japanese

The ginger and garlic and soy
1/4 Rice Wine Vinegar
1Tbs Worcestershire Sauce
1tsp Dashi


If you are opposed to using alcohol for any reason, you can use Rice Wine vinegar. (It’s the acid you need to break down the protein…all the acids listed above just have different flavors)

I think you get the gist and ease of all this.

When it’s time to cook, thaw in fridge for the day. Slice up what ever veggies you have on hand…I also like to add more ginger and garlic at this point, 1/2 an onion…
Some ideas
carrots, celery, butternut squash, pumpkin, eggplant, sweet potato, bamboo shoots (from a can is fine), zucchini …it doesn’t matter…pick and choose!

To a hot pan add 1Tbs veg oil and saute, onion till limp then add ginger and lastly garlic (Be careful garlic burns fast!) dump entire pack of thawed meat and juice to pan. Saute for about 4 min. (this is sketchy, I just eye it.) Move the meat to the sides of pan and add veggies…cook till veggies are tender crisp… Add 1Tbs of Cornstarch mixed with water to make a paste. Add and stir.

Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy

Serve with rice…or noodles

Layers of flavor

Some of my friends are amazing cooks. I love going to their houses. Walking in the aromas wafting through the air make me feel at home. One of my friends is Italian and she makes some bangin’ red sauce. Another friend of mine is from Alabama. Her husband is a very lucky man; when he puts his fork to his mouth and on it is balancing tender roast and bits of rice, or an aromatic creole dish, oh, how I envy him. I  have yet another friend that I used to cook with to help my Mom out for her Holiday Open Houses. We would have a blast planning. OH... How I love and miss her pound cakes.

I have other friends that HATE cooking, it’s a chore for them.

When I talk about food it brings me joy. It’s a subject I know about and want to learn more about. Everyone likes talking about things they understand. I’m not ever going to argue with you about the bible, but I will have a fist fight over the many uses of anchovies.

When I cook I want to create layers of flavor.

I love anchovies. I cook with them all the time. They add a depth of flavor to sauces. I’ll saute onions and garlic in olive oil then add 2 anchovies, they melt into goo. You have just started making the beginnings of a great sauce.
Pureed Solid canned tuna, a couple anchovies, a tablespoon of capers and some olive oil…an amazing spread or dip.
I also love those anchovies so much I will stand there in my kitchen and finish off the rest of said anchovies…Cat like tendencies again.

Fresh herbs are a main stay in my ‘fridge.
When I’m making a sauce…almost any kind of sauce I’ll add herbs at different times. The fresh ones are last.
Keeping fresh herbs in your fridge is something that many people don’t do. They think it’s a waste of money. A recipe calls for, lets say a couple Tablespoons of fresh parsley, they decide to use dried because they think the fresh it will rot in the crisper before than can use it all.
I’m here to help you.
When buying and storing herbs make sure you look in the middle of them to see if there are any dark bits that might be the beginnings of rot. Rot begets rot. When you get them home don’t clean them till you need them. Place them stems down in a glass with shallow water. Place the clear plastic bag you brought them home in and loosely cover the herbs and glass. Place in fridge…walllaa! They will keep for quite a while…they are live plants.
I’m not denying you, or me for that matter the use of dried herbs. I use them all the time too. The fresh ones just add….HELLOOOO…a certain freshness to each dish.
I make a basil, garlic and olive oil mix that I keep and can uses in lots of stuff and is great on sandwiches, broiled for a bit;)

The juice of REAL lemons, limes and oranges…that stuff in the little plastic green lime looking thing…I have no idea what’s in there, but it doesn’t taste like lime juice to me. The same goes for ‘real lemon’ juice. It’s easy to keep a couple limes and lemons around in the crisper.
With Greek and Arabic dishes lemon juice is essential.
Thai food requires limes, real ones.

Fake stuff is well fake, unless we are talking about breasts…and then they are real, really theirs.

The Dancer, part two-ish

Derek, was a musician and thought himself to be trendy, when actually he was just stuck in 1987. Derek thought the world revolved around him. The world though didn’t even know Derek was on the planet, and he walked around pissed off all the time. The look on his face at most waking moments of his day were, ‘fuck you.’

When she met him he wasn’t mean to her. That happened as the time they spent together grew. Back then his career was actually on the move. His band was doing well. He was passionate about everything. Maybe that’s what attracted Samantha to Derek, passion. He was handsome as well, boyish good looks and ice blue eyes. He was also ‘the badboy’ and she knew she always fell for the bad boy.

Samantha got into her red Civic, she hated being late and was already running behind schedule. As she drove through the melee that Atlanta traffic was memories replayed in her mind, vividly. The passion was there in every fiber of Derek’s being. They didn’t have some long courting, unless 2 days worth of texting could be considered long. Their first kiss was the first time he invited himself over. It was a Thursday and he was on his lunch break from his real job, the one that paid his rent. He walked in and they embraced before the door even shut. She made sure her ample yet firm breasts pressed against his chest as he grabbed her by the waist pulling her into him. His tongue parted her lips and she welcomed him into her mouth, their tongues danced in and out and around each others. He grabbed her hair and pulled back her head so he could kiss her neck. He nibbled gently on her. They took a moment and looked at each other and said, “hi.” Then continued with their crushing lock on one another. He moved behind her and slipped his hand into her pants…
There was no foreshadowing of the times to come.

She pulled into the parking lot near the back door. Scott, the head of security at the club, ran to help her out of her car. He knew she didn’t need help but was respectful of all the women that worked there. Scott looked like a mercenary, he was very muscular but moved quickly. The Marine Corps had never left him and he kept his hair high and tight. He was a professional and a gentleman, but if any of the guests even eyed one of his girls crookedly he was by their side. The girls safety was always first on his mind.
Scott looked down from his six foot three frame and noticed right away Samantha was wearing Jackie O sunglasses. He frowned and said, “I’ll beat the shit out of that jack ass!” Sam, replied, “No, I’ll deal with it, but thanks.” She smiled at him as tears welled up in her eyes and she blinked them back. He hugged her tightly, knowing it wasn’t the first and that meant it wouldn’t be the last. He walked her in then went back out to wait for the rest of the evening shift to arrive.

The rest of the night went on without a hitch, she danced her dance and they paid.
The next day Derek was still a no show and she was enjoying the quite. He was probably on his friends couch, mooching from someone else again. The phone rang, she hesitated to answer it and checked the number. It was an area code she didn’t recognize. She took a chance and answered it, lonely she wanted someone to talk to her. It was Dana, her old friend from High School, on the other end of the line. “Hey Sam! Long time no talk to.” Sam, “Where are you calling from this time? How are you?..Oh girl, I have missed you so much….” Dana, “ I’m living in Germany for now. It’s so beautiful, you would love it.” Dana was married to an Army Major, she was the perfect mother and wife. She had that white picket fence life Samantha had always wanted. Sam,”I’m so jealous. I hate my life right now. Derek is being a jerk again.” Dana, “I’m sorry, I would come stay with you and keep you company but with Eric’s deployments and these rugrats tugging on my pants all the time there is no way I can fly home now.” Sam, “It’s ok..just talk to me for a bit.”
And talk they did, two hours later Samantha had put the phone down and curled up into the fetal position and cried. Cried her first real cry in years. She was so tired of her life.

Emperor Constantine

I was brought up Catholic. My parents always told me that one day I would grow up (which I am still waiting for) and find my way, religiously speaking. I have educated my self since and as you all know I found my way to Wicca…..ahhhh…but religions bewitch and titillate me! ALL of them…not just one. I will focus here though on just one…Catholicism, the beginnings of Christianity.

Emperor Constantine changed the Church and directed it in a path it still continues.

He was the first Roman emperor to profess his Catholicism and be baptized, right before his death…His death has some irony attached to it I think. I’ll get to that….later.

The Catholic version of the Bible contains 73 books, the Protestant version contains 66.
Before Constantine there is nothing documented about how many books WERE in the Bible.
Scholars think that perhaps there were almost 600 books in the Bible to include, the ‘Book of Mary’, Magdaline and many others.

He could probably declared the FATHER of  the CHRISTIAN RELIGION…not Christianity…but the religion of Christians.

He was powerful. He was a Man. Did he just want a Male dominated religion to ‘rule’ the people?
That is what THEY/HE (not God or Jesus) created put together. A book of the documents that they saw fit that would better Man kind and take the power away from the Holy Grail, Women.
Up until then Paganism and Judaism ruled the roost. Well, maybe the pagans were busy sacrificing the roosters from the roost. (I had to say it.)

He began the Nicene Council because they, the Catholic Religion, was so young and still trying to write itself for the future. They were having a difficult time with The Holy Trinity in the beginning and differentiating it from the Pagan Religions.
There was a disagreement between the Monarchianists and Trinitarans. One invisible God vs Three persons in one God…
How do you explain three persons in one God while you are trying to distance yourself from the Pagans?!

You take a vote(Yes, they really did)…Yes, that is the simplicity of it. How cool is that?!

The Father
The Son
The Holy Spirit

Those of us with multiple personality disorders get this. Why can’t you be various people in one being? It all makes sense to me.
As a Wiccan we have the oldest of the power of three…

The Maiden
The Mother
The Crone

I wonder where they got their idea for their Great big revised many times by many people translated from several languages…History Book?…A pretty darn accurate history book I might add, I’ll give it that.

AD 337 Constantine dies. His intent before he died was to be baptized in the river Jordan, that never came to pass and he was baptized on his death bed.
After his death the Roman senate decided to elevate him to ‘God’ status, this is called deification.
That is the irony.
The first Christian Emperor had been raised to the status of a pagan deity.

Ok….now…Do you think I should have just blogged about Keanu Reeves who played Constantine, a half Angel man that went around killing Demons?
I have probably seen that film 100 times.

The Dancer, part one-ish

She looked in the mirror. A strand of her long hair, the colour of Georgia clay, fell into her face. The face looking back was not one she recognized. She thought to herself, ‘I was supposed to have been somebody!’. She had talent, beauty and brains….the perfect trifecta. But here she was with a fist size bruise on her face. Her face didn’t hurt as much as the words he had spewed right before he slammed the door on his way out.
“You stupid, fucking cunt!”
She didn’t care about the ‘fucking cunt’ part. She had already been thinking herself ‘stupid’. Derek, just delivered the message a little louder than necessary this time. This was one of the many times she was thankful not to have children. She had wanted children. Wanted to be on the PTO and a white picket fence. Life didn’t pan out the way she had envisioned it. She had already started thinking she was stupid for the choices she had made.  She could see no way out now. She knew he would be back and the cycle would continue. She started singing a song from the 80’s. “He spins me right round baby right round like a record baby…” She had changed the words to suit her needs, but her life was like a record with a scratch across it, repeating over and over making her go insane. She had an amazing voice, she belted it as loud as she could.
She reminisced about a happier time in her life, High School, 1988. The thoughts made her feel at ease but also saddened her. Her friend would be ‘sleeping’ over at her house and they would sneak out, drive to Orlando and head to a Rave. They would dance all night long, meeting people, pretending they were older than their respective years, 16 and 17. She and Dana had a great deal of fun together. They thought they would conquer the world.

Putting on her make up getting ready for work she was grateful she worked in a club with dim lights. She was a dancer now.
Not a Prima Ballerina kind.

Samantha, was a good dancer, athletic, attractive and had a body that would shame most women. She was 37 and looked 29. She could wrap her legs around a poll or swing from the rafters with the grace of a member of Cirque Du Soleil, but she did it naked. She knew she was good. She could tell how good she was as the men stinking of bourbon or beer handed her cash, loads of it every night. She had offers, ones she wasn’t proud of, and a couple times a year she would take someone up on their offer. A little more money for the coffers, any way she could get it. She would take the money up front. That Pretty Woman scene never happened. The Knight in Shining Armor never showed up. Samantha had instead gotten trapped by Derek.

Derek, who, when she met him was wearing a silver Members Only jacket. He was a musician and thought himself to be trendy, when actually he was just stuck in 1987. Derek thought the world revolved around him. The world though didn’t even know Derek was on the planet, and he walked around pissed off all the time. The look on his face at most waking moments of his day were, ‘fuck you.’

OP Honors..this is bullshit

The military is different than the real world.
There was a video aired aboard the USS Enterprise ….  several years ago. One of the players was the XO, OP Honors. He is now in command of the Enterprise.
The navy knew about this video before they promoted him and let him take control of the Enterprise.

I’m calling BullShit here.

On NBC tonight a former Commander of his was quoted as saying…
…”Being a leader does not mean being an entertainer….”yada, fucking, yada…

This blog is about MY opinions. No matter how offensive you think they are this is my platform, for now, until I dominant the world;)

This is something you might think is a silly thing to be so enraged about…but this is a man’s career and HIS LIFE!
The video was aired 4 years ago, the Navy knew about it. He was still made the CC of the Enterprise.
I don’t know the guy…I know men like him though.

The military IS SO DIFFERENT than the real world.
These people might NEVER return from their duty, that yes, they signed up for.
Having a great sense of humor can get you through some really rough times.
Being stuck on a ship for months at a time, deployed for a year or more. Away from your family and friends…

What I am saying here is that someone was offended…Someone that should…”hug themselves for about 20 minutes or more."

Fuck the public!
Get a fucking sense of humor!

He is being temporarily relieved of his dutys…this will most likely end is career.
BULLSHIT!

I posted this and not 20 min later a good friend of mine sent me a message, This person will remain anonymous, but served aboard the Enterprise under OP Honors…

"He was/is an awesome leader. This was just one side of him. In all my years on carriers I never had an aviator XO that understood what it took to run a ship better than him. Let alone maintain an almost 50 year old ship clean and running...This is a huge loss!"