I'm retired USAF. I turned down a promotion and got out in 2005 because one day, while I was suffering thru the Weekly Bloodlet (Wing CC's staff meeting), I realized that in these meetings, the trolls of the recently created "Social Actions" office were taking larger and larger blocks of time out of my life while going on and on and on about This History Month, or That History Month, or Sexual Harassment Awareness Training, etc., and that their attendant Powerpoint presentations were getting longer and longer and longer and becoming ever more strident in proselytizing the new Catechism of "Diversity" while achieving the net effect of becoming more and more divisive. That day, when it was my turn to talk about the goings on of the office I was responsible for, I brought the meeting to a stop when I asked the Social Actions lady when the German/Irish History Month was going to be because I wanted to celebrate my heritage also. This was met with a glacially stony silence and a look that would have left me bleeding out on the floor if it had had physical force. After the meeting, many of the participants privately told me they thought my comment was hilarious but then they also said they were afraid to laugh. I told them I was not trying to be funny.
Not long after this, a friend was driven out of the USAF via the Social Actions meatfgrinder after he was overheard telling an "offensive" joke by an eavesdropper he didn't know was there, much less listening. This person demanded redress for her bent feelings and she got it in the form of his professional body. I knew then, it was time for me to go, and everything I've seen since has reinforced the correctness of my decision. In subsequent years, I watched some friends buy into the crap and others give it lipservice, all in order to pursue promotion. It destroyed them all and one by one, they fell away. Some of them I miss, some I don't.
They forgot that the reason for the existence of the military is the protection of the Constitution and of our Nation. They forgot the words they spoke in swearing their Oath of office. They lost sight of the greater externality of the mission and sank into a small and very dark internecine morass of fear, compliance, and doublethink. And so today, we have a military filled with people who either don't trust the person next to them because they might get ratted out, or are the people they would get ratted out to. They have learned to say what is accepted instead of what needs to be said. The result is that our military has selected for those who have become a bunch of inwardly focused smart-phone dependent DEI rainbowed pussies, who unknowingly lie to themselves and to every one around them out of belief in an inbred ideology that leaves them mentally neutered and incapable of independent thought and action. Those even remotely capable of leadership or possess the drive for it were selected out or driven out, and we are left with diversity hires who masquerade as leadership in the form people like Miley and Franchetti. Our military has no balls and the rest of the world knows it. This has become (embarrassingly) literal as military physicians now willingly and presumably cheerfully, will cut them off.
Finally, as a former USAF pilot, I have often wondered what happened to the crewmembers of that C-17 who in following orders, taxied over those people, crushing some of them, and then got airborne with others clinging to its side and who fell to their deaths. I wonder if those kids have managed to come to terms with what they were told to do. I wonder if it wakes them up at 3am where the only company to be found is in the aloneness of their thoughts. What they had to do occasionally wakes me up.
Ok. Thus endeth the rant.
