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    NASA released its 2015 highlights video last week. Some good news – water on Mars, Pluto flyby, Orion heatshield work, Hubble’s 25th anniversary, SLS progress – but also some cringeworthy moments. NASA’s looking for new astronauts! Umm, @Astro_Clay astronaut Clayton Anderson asked the pertinent question, why doesn’t NASA try to retain the astronauts they’ve already trained? And what vehicle will these astronauts ride? Commercial Crew? We already have four selected for that. Orion? Not going to launch for at least two years, probably three.

    The worst offense, though, was all the climate change crap. Mike van Biezen has written an excellent takedown of global warming. Beyond the bullying (97% consensus!) NASA has been “adjusting” the data.

    For the first several years of my research I relied on the climate data banks of NASA and GISS, two of the most prestigious scientific bodies of our country. After years of painstaking gathering of data, and relentless graphing of that data, I discovered that I was not looking at the originally gathered data, but data that had been “adjusted” for what was deemed “scientific reasons.” Unadjusted data is simply not available from these data banks. Fortunately I was able to find the original weather station data from over 7000 weather stations from around the world in the KNMI database. (Royal Dutch Meteorological Institute). There I was able to review both the adjusted and unadjusted data as well as the breakout of the daytime and nighttime data. The results were astounding. I found that data from many stations around the world had been systematically “adjusted” to make it seem that global warming was happening when, in fact, for many places around the world the opposite was true. Following will be a few of the myriad of examples of this data adjustment. When I present my material during presentations at local colleges, these are the charts that have some of the greatest impact in affecting the opinion of the students, especially when they realize that there is a concerted effort to misrepresent what is actually happening.

    For example:
    data adjust

    The highlights video came out too soon to include SpaceX’s successful cargo launch to the International Space Station followed by the first stage landing and recovery. Orbital Sciences also bounced back from their launch failure last year to successfully launch Cygnus to ISS, so I can breathe a little easier knowing we have commercial cargo flying again.

    As I look at photos and data from Ceres, comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko at perihelion, and Enceladus, here’s hoping we stick to exploration in 2016.

  • If you made the naughty list, the Vipers will pay you a visit.

  • The Christmas Message of Apollo 8

  • The TOPGUN Christmas Card

    Cheerfully  borrowed from our  friends at Vandy1.

    The Navy’s famous TOPGUN (one word, all caps) Fighter Weapons School certainly liked to cultivate a fangs out, aggressive warrior spirit among its instructors and students. And probably nothing displays that spirit like their legendary 1977 Christmas card.

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  • Coming to a Healthcare System Near You

    Complete with the prohibitions from reporting.  The irrepressible Kevin Jackson at the Blacksphere has the story from the events of October and November:

    Since last weekend, migrants going to the hospitals must be accompanied by police with K-9 units.  Many migrants have AIDS, syphilis, open TB and many exotic diseases that we, in Europe, do not know how to treat them.  If they receive a prescription in the pharmacy, they learn they have to pay cash.  This leads to unbelievable outbursts, especially when it is about drugs for the children.  They abandon the children with pharmacy staff with the words:  “So, cure them here yourselves!” So the police are not just guarding the clinics and hospitals, but also large pharmacies.

    The joys of uncontrolled immigration of hundreds of thousands of muslim “refugees”.

    In a hospital near the Rhine, migrants attacked the staff with knives  after they had handed over an 8-month-old on the brink of death, which they had dragged across half of Europe for three months. The child died in two days, despite having received top care at one of the best pediatric clinics in Germany. The physician had to undergo surgery and two nurses are laid up in the ICU. Nobody has been punished.  The local press is forbidden to write about it, so we know about it  through email.

    Germany has one of the most modern and sophisticated health care systems in the world.  It is at least comparable to our own.

    WHO, that wonderfully factual and apolitical entity, denies all of this, of course.   They mention that hospitals are “coping”.  Yes, I suppose K-9 units and armed Polizei at hospitals and pharmacies is “coping”.   I am sure WHO will also tell you that the cost of this Merkel-caused debacle is not enormous.  And that Germans will of course not go without care because hospitals and clinics are jam-packed with sullen, violent refugees with diseases like resistant tuberculosis and cholera, AIDS, and other untreated and rampant STDs.

    But don’t worry.  Ours will be “vetted”.

     

     

  • Merry Christmas

    T’was the night before defense and all through the tank,
    not a crewman was stirring so there wasn’t a clank.
    Our ammo was stowed in the turret with care,
    In hopes that some targets soon would be there.
    The crewman were sleeping out on the back deck,
    I pulled the first watch, figured oh what the heck.
    CO’s in his HUMVEE and I’m on the steel,
    I’m watching our sector cause I know the deal.
    When out in the EA there arose such a clatter,
    I went to my sight to see what’s the matter.
    To TRP RED I slewed like a flash,
    Flipped it off stand-by (this sight’s worth the cash).
    When the thermal cut on with it’s eerie green glow,
    Gave the luster of midday to objects below.
    When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
    But an M60 tank I could see quite clear.
    With a crusty old TC so lively and quick,
    I could tell in a moment it must be St. Nick.
    Now faster than lightening in a dust cloud he came,
    He cursed and he shouted and called out some names: Now Sherman!
    Now Stewart! Now Abrams and Patton!
    On Walker! On Christie! On Pershing and Lee!
    To the top of the hill we’re in some soft dirt,
    If I throw a track the driver gets hurt.
    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
    When they meet with an obstacle they blew right on by.
    So up to the hill top from the backside he drew,
    With a tank full of Class VI, and St. Nicholas too.
    And then in a twinkling on my turret roof,
    the old man sat down and let out an oof.
    As I drew in my head and was turning around,
    Down through the hatch came St. Nick with a bound.
    From his old black beret to his Graff jacket worn,
    you could tell he’s a tanker since the day he was born.
    A bundle of FMs he had flung on his back,
    He looked like a Mike Golf just opening his pack.
    St. Nick is a tanker, in this I have faith,
    He reeked of old diesel, had grease on his face.
    His demeanor was rude his clothes were a mess,
    When his boots last saw polish was anyone’s guess.
    A cigarette butt is held tight in his teeth,
    If I tell him to lose it I might get some grief.
    His moustache was too long, it’s not by the Reg.
    This crusty old Mike Golf sure looked like a dreg.
    He was filthy, ill mannered, but a happy old self,
    And I knew he would help me in spite of myself.
    A wink of his eye and a look in my sight,
    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to fright.
    He spoke not a word but went right to his work,
    Boresighted my tank, said “Your gunner’s a jerk.”
    And laying a wrench aside of his nose,
    And giving a nod out of the hatch he rose.
    He sprang to his copula, gave his driver a curse,
    And away his tank roared like he’d just stole a purse.
    But I heard him exclaim as he roared ought of sight,
    Merry Christmas to all and to all…
    DAMMIT DRIVER I SAID TURN RIGHT,

    WHAT ARE YOU …………

  • Santa’s on his way

    Cat Shot

  • You know you’re an old soldier when…

    There’s a whole long, long list, including classics like this one:

    169. You know you’re an old soldier when you call old friends at 0344 and announce “Lariat Advance.”

  • Christmas Eve, The Battle of the Bulge, the 8th Air Force, and the Medal of Honor.

     

    The German counteroffensive in the Ardennes forest was deliberately launched during a period when the forecast weather grounded most allied aircraft. Negating the US and British airpower greatly improved the German’s ability to move and mass forces.

    But on the 24th of December, 1944, dawn rose upon a crystal clear sky, and Army Air Forces made a maximum effort to attack the Germans. The fighters, fighter-bombers and light and medium bombers of the 9th Air Force were focused on tactical support.

    And the jewel in the crown of the Army Air Forces in Europe, the mighty 8th Air Force, would have its largest single mission of the war.

    Mission Number 760 struck airfields, marshaling yards, road junctions, and other communications targets throughout western Germany.

    2034 B-17 and B-24 bombers, and 853 fighters of the 8th Air Force would pummel Germany this day. Compared to the ghastly losses the 8th had suffered a year prior, or even six months before, the loss of 12 bombers and 10 fighters was almost insignificant. *

    But one of those twelve lost bombers saw an act of heroism that would see a Medal of Honor awarded.

    Posthumously.

    Frederick Castle, the son of an Army officer, graduated from West Point in 1930, and received training as a pilot at March Field, California, earning his wings in December of 1931. He left active duty in 1934, and found civilian employment, though he remained active in the reserves.

    When Ira Eaker was struggling to get the fledgling VIII Bomber Command on a sound footing in England, one of his staff suggested that Castle would make a fine staff officer. And so Castle was recalled to active service as a Captain in January 1942.

    And Castle was indeed a fine staff officer, quickly rising through the ranks to become the A-4, the Supply officer for all of 8th Air Force. And his reward for doing that job well was a combat command, first of the 94th Bomb Group (three squadrons of 12 bombers each in a group). Later, he was made deputy commander of the 4th Combat Bomb Wing (with three, and later five bomb groups).  When the 4th CBW grew to five bomb groups, in November 1944, Castle was promoted to Brigadier General.

    It was the policy of the 8th Air Force that every mission be led by a senior officer, usually at least a Colonel, but often a Brigadier or even a Major General.

    And so on the morning of December 24, 1944, as Mission 760 began to flow from the fields scattered across England to the German fatherland, it was led by Frederick Castle as the Airborne Mission Commander.

    His particular bomb group missed its rendevous with its escorts, leaving the flight vulnerable to fighter attacks. Engine problems and damage from enemy fighters crippled his B-17, leaving it a straggler, always a favorite target for enemy fighters. Eventually, his aircraft succumbed to repeated attacks. Castle struggled to maintain control of the bomber to allow his crew to bail out. He himself would not escape.

    He was air commander and leader of more than 2,000 heavy bombers in a strike against German airfields on 24 December 1944. En route to the target, the failure of 1 engine forced him to relinquish his place at the head of the formation. In order not to endanger friendly troops on the ground below, he refused to jettison his bombs to gain speed maneuverability. His lagging, unescorted aircraft became the target of numerous enemy fighters which ripped the left wing with cannon shells, set the oxygen system afire, and wounded 2 members of the crew. Repeated attacks started fires in 2 engines, leaving the Flying Fortress in imminent danger of exploding. Realizing the hopelessness of the situation, the bail-out order was given. Without regard for his personal safety he gallantly remained alone at the controls to afford all other crewmembers an opportunity to escape. Still another attack exploded gasoline tanks in the right wing, and the bomber plunged earthward, carrying Gen. Castle to his death. His intrepidity and willing sacrifice of his life to save members of the crew were in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service.

    *8th Air Forces first strike, on August 17, 1942 had consisted of 12 B-17s striking marshaling yards at Rouen, France.

  • President Ronald Reagan’s Christmas Message from 1981

    Compare and contrast with today’s occupant of “the People’s House”.

    This, given by a man who nine months before had been shot and seriously wounded by a would-be assassin.  Yet, his faith in America and her people, and in the blessings of God and liberty, remained so strong.   A man who had been wounded by a gunman, it might be noted, but who never called for disarmament of the law-abiding, or the infringement by the government against the People’s right to keep and bear arms as a last redress against the tyranny of that government.

    Thirty-four years is a long time, it would seem.  I mourn the loss of that America, and the President who led it.

    H/T MM