Police State Watch: 3,400 News Regulations

Whitewraithe posts about the 3,400 new regulations Obama passed right before Thanksgiving, while the nation was focused on Ferguson.

Vatic Note: You can bet these regulations are not for our benefit, that is for sure. One of the most effective protests is “non compliance”.  It has worked many times across the globe and is still being used today.   Pass thousands of regulations, but what good are they if not a single person follows them?  They are expensive and useless and why????  BECAUSE CURRENT LAW AND REGULATIONS ARE NOT ENFORCED except against the 99%.


A Brief Interlude

I haven’t posted this past week because exams start on Saturday, 13. December and it’s time I get busy studying for them.

Also – most recently – I was dealing with an incident from the weekend before Thanksgiving. I had hoped to escape the weekend unscathed – but unfortunately, the repercussions followed me back from furlough. For my actions, and due to my inability to argue a key point without impugning my honor, I was ‘awarded’ the highest punishment this fine Institution has to offer.


A fitting end for an unrepentantly miserable semester.


Random Thoughts #3

Before I take the time to write a proper wrap of my #NoNothingNovember, I’ll include this brief thought I had from a conversation I had with my best friend last night.

As you may recall, I once wrote a post on Sisyphus and the human condition.

“…to be human is to struggle. Life is struggle”

When I was talking with my buddy, conversation turned to that theme again and I said:

Humans need a mountain to climb. For men, that mountain is accomplishment, accolades, and other achievements. For women, the mountain is you. Don’t give them a peak.

To clarify what I mean you could go back and refer to what I said further, in my Sisyphus post:

Inertia is death…

Why would a man wish for a neverending mountain? Because…at the top of the mountain, it’s nothing but downhill from there.

But there’s a man who’s said it better than I – for, though he uses more words saying it in the long form, a certain nuance is made apparent; and that nuance might make all the difference. But I want you to focus on a specific part – which commenter Earl pontificates upon.

Ace - P23-02-2014 Comment by Earl

After reading his post for the third or fourth time; after my thoughts writing this post and my thoughts reading his post coalesced; I posted this comment.

Upon further reflection, I think the issue is that one cannot be “satisfied” with a women in a relationship, especially if she is “the one”. For the day you are satisfied is the day she is not.

Satisfaction is the peak from which she can only see downhill.

The higher value the man, the steeper the climb.

The less secure the man, the steep the descent.

And the more “game” a man has, the steeper he can make the ascent, the more gradual he can make the descent, and perhaps he might be able to convince her to make one more trip back up, for a better look at the view if he finds her on the way back down.

I don’t think I have it completely correct. I might not even be close. I am, however, getting closer.


This concept and the one explored in this post are related. But how and to what extent?

English translation of the lyrics.

Thanksgiving: Rejoice

My feelings on this day are summed up by:

When I meet a man with more notches on his belt than I, I rejoice, for he may have something to teach me.

When I meet a man with less than notches on his belt than I, I rejoice, for I may have something to teach him.

When I meet a man who has the same taste in women as I, I rejoice, for he is a man of good taste, like me!

When I meet a man who has a different taste in women than I, I rejoice, for nary a woman shall come betwixt us and our friendship.

And there you have it.

Now I excuse myself to spend the rest of the day with family.



Random Thoughts #2

Every now and then I have random thoughts which I think I should really write down.

So here’s round two:

I was thinking about sitting down in class at university and how apathetic about my studies I was. Then I thought about moving around. Walking. Why didn’t I just run everywhere? If I did, I would get places faster and surely be able to run faster and farther than before.

Then it hit me.

People complain about obesity in kids these days. I remember reading about tips on “avoiding a sedentary lifestyle” when I was in high school in England. But all of that’s bullshit.

It’s schools, man! Kids go to school and sit on their asses for 8 hours straight. That’s 5 days a week, 36 (roughly) weeks out of the year, for 12 goddamn years. Then at college, you get to pay for the privilege of sitting on your ass for 4 more years. It’s no wonder that so many kids skip classes to go drinking, to sleep, to do anything other than sit down and pretend to care about the memorization of bullshit.

No wonder kids are conditioned to sit around all day and do nothing. Heck, I hear schools nowadays are even getting rid of recess. People forget that kids have tons of energy and drug them when they find that those poor little guys have trouble sitting still.


Day 24: #NoNothingNovember

So, I’m now on Thanksgiving furlough. I’ve got 6 more days of vacation and 6 more days of November.

So far, this month has seen mixed results.

Unfortunately, my efforts to achieve no fap this month have been fruitless. Even when I had sex, I still ached for release; and with the easy access of internet, I always got it. I’m not used to denying myself, I’ll say. It’s also hard when there are many moments where I’m alone and prone to relentless boredom.

There were two times that I did no-fap for one month. The first time was right after freshman year of university; I read the website “yourbrainonporn” and got scared. I didn’t beat it for a month I was so worried about what I’d done to myself. For the first week, I got hornier. It became harder to ignore; the second week increased those feelings. But by the third week, I had largely forgotten about it. Sure, I woke up with a hard-on most mornings and seemed very aware of the opposite sex’s features in conversation, but it was largely in the back of my mind. Ditto for the fourth week. Then I was in Germany and went to a Thai massage parlour my first week in Berlin. I didn’t realize what kind of place it was (I really did only want a massage). And next thing I knew I was getting a hand job from the masseuse. She took a long time and I actually laughed at her (it went on for ten minutes where I was hard but nothing else happened). Finally, I finished myself a shot a load so heavy it was heard around the world (and got on her face a little).

The second time I was at LDAC at Ft. Knox. Why didn’t I diddle myself for a month there? It was simple – I was so damn busy that I didn’t think about it or even have the time. When I saw my girlfriend on my first day back, though – I was quite voracious. She gave me quite the warm welcome, which I still remember in exquisite detail.

On the plus side, my goal for writing at least two articles a week has succeeded and accomplished the main goal my #NoNothingNovember; to get writing again. Yes, there were some weeks where I barely cranked out two posts, maybe one was a progress report on #NoNothingNovember itself and the other was shitty and short. It doesn’t matter now. I’m writing again and the mindset that comes with it is nearly back. I’m starting think about the articles I could write with conversations with my friends and my father.

In the end, I’m on my way to complete one out of two goals I had for this month and I am completely happy with it.


When She Slaps You

The other night, walking to my friends house from Russian club, I invited a freshman girl to join us in a night of drinking and smoking (shisha). I’d known her for about a month and had a few interesting conversations. Besides one red flag about her parents, her views seemed slightly sympathetic to mine so I thought nothing of the invite, except whether my host would mind. Because this girl was a mutual friend of ours I figured it was fine.

I arrived with her and made myself a drink. She took up the whole couch and when she didn’t move, I contented myself by making a seat out of her stomach. My host, a junior, kept asking me in French:

C’est quoi ca?

And I’d always reply back to her with:

C’est rien.

The freshman I was sitting on wasn’t ugly, but she was a little pudgy. Her face was cute enough with sizeable tits but I was more interested in her freshmen friends. I had no intentions other than a platonic friendship. When she got up and then placed herself under my left arm, I could tell that maybe she thinks differently. No matter.

My best friend joined us that evening and proceeded to join in with drinking and smoking.

For some reason we were talking and then the freshman girl slapped me, softly. I slapped her back, with only a little force. She slapped me a second time and I stared her in the eyes.

“I’ll slap you again…” she says.

“I’ll slap you harder…,” I reply, “are you sure you want to play this game.”

“Oh you’re serious…I’m sorry.”

I walked up to make myself a drink and then sat back down, a little solemn. Soon after she left in order to “rescue her friend from boredom”. And the night’s merriment continued without delay. Eventually, my friend and I left to get back to barracks. He told me that he agreed with what I did and he didn’t know why I even invited the girl back to the Kremlin (name of our hangout) in the first place. He could tell she was trouble right from the start he said. On our way back we bumped into that very same freshman girl and her asian friend. She informed me that this was the friend who was visiting her in the same town in which I reside. Alcohol had started to take its toll on my mind, so I can’t remember if she was good looking or just plain.

I stumbled back into my room, played some chess, and passed out.

The next morning I got a text at 0757hrs:

Sorry for slapping you yesterday…

I replied at 1441hrs:

Don’t let it happen again and we’ll get along fine.

I’m not a fan of people touching my face; even girlfriends learn to do it certain way. I have zero tolerance for slapping, joking or otherwise. I always make it clear that I am perfectly willing to retaliate with full force. Thankfully, I’ve never had to exercise my “belief” in equality.


Day 20 of #NoNothingNovember: Minor Setbacks

An update on my progress and lack of it:

In terms of No-Fap. I failed. Last week, I had a girl send me nudes over the phone. A nice pair of tits. Normally, I’m an ass man – but that picture, after no-fap for nearly two eeks was too much. I sat down in a bathroom, and proceeded to ruin my streak not more than an hour after receiving nudes. Then I was studying hard on a Thursday, found myself awake in the wee hours of the morning. Bored and tired – I typed in a common website. After browsing it for not three minutes, I ruined my streak of No-Fap again.  I was pretty pissed after I realized what I’d done, but was too tired to care.

Minor Setback

As for not being lazy, I barely squeezed out three posts that week.

I had made up my mind to learn from it and try again for at least two weeks, but that failed again last night when I found myself in the same situation. I admit I’m disappointed, but I’ve already learned a few things.

1) If you don’t jerk it for a week, you’re automatically more horny. It comes across in your actions whether you like it or not, even if you know that you’re going to have sex in the near future (less than a week).

2) If you don’t jerk it for over a week, you’re more sensitive during sex. For me, this was a plus, because it takes me a while to come, often to the point where I get tired and wish (briefly) that I could be a two-pump chump every once and a while.

3) No-Fap is actually not that hard….as long as you can avoid pictures or videos about sex. Even though sex is everywhere in society, in a barracks environment, you can do just fine as long as you don’t get nudes on your phone and never…I mean never go onto a porn website. There have been a few times where I saw a porn website, browsed for a minute and got off it without problem. It’s possible. But most of the time, lack of release makes it too difficult stop yourself before you go too far.

As for not being lazy – turns out this month is busier than last month – so it’s a little hard to make time to post. But what makes it tough for me think of a post and write it, is apathy. After not writing for a long time, I’ve gotten out of the habit and don’t even think the way I did when I was more..ahem…prolific. Forcing myself to write has somewhat kicked started that thought process. And a few major changes in my life have given me a new sense of direction, which I may post about later. This week, I think I will be just fine with my posting. I may in fact exceed my goals.

So what now?

I am going to try to keep myself from fapping until at least the end of November. If I can do that, I may try to extend no-fap into December. Who knows; I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

As for my two posts a week. I’m going to up the ante and go for three posts a week, starting next week.


Improve Your Language Game (IYLG): Tip of the Week #1

Want an easy way to improve your ability to speak in a language?

It’s simple. Learn how to sing a song in it. Learn about the song. Who composed it and why? You never know what you might learn.

For this December, I will learn how to sing Stille Nacht after TAPs in barracks.

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Alles schläft; einsam wacht
Nur das traute hochheilige Paar.
Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Hirten erst kundgemacht
Durch der Engel Halleluja,
Tönt es laut von fern und nah:
Christ, der Retter ist da!
Christ, der Retter ist da!

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Gottes Sohn, o wie lacht
Lieb’ aus deinem göttlichen Mund
, Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund’.
Christ, in deiner Geburt!
Christ, in deiner Geburt!



Random Thoughts

I’m learning Russian at a neighboring university to mine. My teacher hails from Ukraine and often has much to say about Putin and what’s going on in that part of the world. One day, she informs the class that we will be listening to a speaker talk about his time in Ukraine. He’ll lecture to us about his experiences, ask us questions, in Russian of course, and a teacher will translate all of it for us, including our responses. Our speaker was former military and apparently took part in the riots.

He then went on to tell us the story about there’s four countries. But let’s focus on two of them; the US and Canada. Both countries speak English and all is dandy. But then Canada decides its national language is now French and the US, headed by hypothetical president McCain, decides to declare war on Canada. He explains a few more details like how Russia is using cluster bombs and that’s against the Geneva convention and then asks the group on our opinions about the whole thing. He also said that they’re plagued by the lack of good intelligence; the Russians had drones and Satellites and could bombard the Ukrainians with impunity. With a lack of imaging information, the Ukrainians would fire back and hit nothing or civilians, as the Russians allegedly fired from between buildings in villages. Our speaker recounted how young soldiers could go off and train for months and then get to the frontlines and die in a hail of accurate artillery fire.

To my memory, the students who were non-ROTC all agreed that Russia was being bad, but didn’t offer much beyond that. So the Ukrainian man asked the commissioning students what they thought. One guy nearly fluent in Russian, believed we should put tanks in Kiev, point them at Moscow, but not shoot. Another cadet expressed concern about what would happen if the US got involved and that it might escalate things. Judging by the reaction, his was not an especially popular answer.

I was curious about clarifying a few things. My first remark was, “Ukraine should stop trusting the EU and the US, since they’re operating under the idea that Ukraine will receive assistance.”

I then asked if either Ukraine or Russia had signed the Geneva Convention.

Are you crazy? Of course they signed the Geneva Convention.

That was the response I got. So I decided to remain quite and do a little research with the aid of my friend’s smartphone. With a cursory search, I discovered that it was the Soviet Union and not the Russian Federation who signed the Geneva Convention, and then, not even all of it. So if we were to say that Russia in its current iteration didn’t sign the convention, then the complaint about the cluster bombs is about as meaningful as complaining that the Taliban don’t fight by the rules like gentlemen.

I then contemplated a possible solution to Ukraine’s lack of proper ability to gain visual contact on Russians so as to fire upon them. I remember the speaker talked about how the Ukrainian armed forces had trouble even building trenches, for the Russians would fire upon them as they worked.

Then a light bulb appeared to me.

If the Russians can see the Ukrainians but the Ukrainians can’t see them, there is a solution. If the Russian armed forces are really in Ukraine, the Ukrainians should have some Russian prisoners by now. If so, they should use them to build their trenches. If the Russians can see the Ukrainians as well as claimed, they should not fire upon their own people and thereby allow construction of defensive fortifications. If the Russians can’t see so well, they’ll fire upon the prisoners and kill their own people. The resulting press outrage should be enough to cool even the Russian people’s perception of their country’s war against Ukraine.

Does that solve the war? No. But it’s more solution than I’ve heard anybody else come up with yet so far*.



*It should go without saying that I have yet to hear everyone’s opinion and therefore, it’s entirely possible there’s a good solution out there that I’ve missed.