From What I see on the videos. I would guesstimate the area around King Bench. (Note: Credentials here are an old Utah boy who read too much Edward Abbey and Carlos Casteneda)

This is also interesting. https://history.house.gov/Institution/Origins-Development/Electoral-College/

Thank you

Colonel: Just to jerk your chain a bit. I think that tomorrow I will grill up the last of the halibut steaks from the two 60 pounders I caught last year off Newport. Tough duty....I think you will understand John

Colonel: That made me laugh out loud. My time in had a different slant. An NCO has a different take on things than you officer types. CTFD (calm the fuck down) was a constantly used phrase. I think that the best description of this A/B dimorphism is this quote from Neal Stephenson's book "Crytonomicon". “This "sir, yes sir" business, which would probably sound like horseshit to any civilian in his right mind, makes sense to Shaftoe and to the officers in a deep and important way. Like a lot of others, Shaftoe had trouble with military etiquette at first. He soaked up quite a bit of it growing up in a military family, but living the life was a different matter. Having now experienced all the phases of military existence except for the terminal ones (violent death, court-martial, retirement), he has come to understand the culture for what it is: a system of etiquette within which it becomes possible for groups of men to live together for years, travel to the ends of the earth, and do all kinds of incredibly weird shit without killing each other or completely losing their minds in the process. The extreme formality with which he addresses these officers carries an important subtext: your problem, sir, is deciding what you want me to do, and my problem, sir, is doing it. My gung-ho posture says that once you give the order I'm not going to bother you with any of the details--and your half of the bargain is you had better stay on your side of the line, sir, and not bother me with any of the chickenshit politics that you have to deal with for a living. The implied responsibility placed upon the officer's shoulders by the subordinate's unhesitating willingness to follow orders is a withering burden to any officer with half a brain, and Shaftoe has more than once seen seasoned noncoms reduce green lieutenants to quivering blobs simply by standing before them and agreeing, cheerfully, to carry out their orders.”

Colonel: I read both the books (nine and eleven) and both of them have some merit. Both seem to come out of academia, with the usual gloss and prejudices therein, but neither are terrible and there is food for thought there. The Red-Blue divide is real. The difference is that the blue seems bent on making all the country blue while the red seems to just want to be left alone. American Nations: A History of the Eleven Rival Regional Cultures of North America: Colin Woodard The Nine Nations of North America: Joel Garreau What the left can't seem to accept is that the country is constituted as a Federal Republic, Not a Democracy

Colonel: For what it is worth, when I got out in '81 and went back to grad school on the GI bill, I used to head up to the dinkey little Fort Douglas PX to buy non 3.2% beer (was in the reserves in the 19th Group). I met a couple of your edumacated grad school officers while reprovisioning. Even had beers with them (since I was in grad school and a vet, they were comfortable chatting) down at Big Ed's off campus. Where this is going is all they and their wives did is bitch about the cold, drafty, hot, nasty beautiful Victorian quarters. Seems to me that you dodged a bullet. John

Colonel: Oh Kingsbury Hall? That is down at the bottom of the Circle, just across from the Newman Center.

Yum: $10.50 a pound is a steal. First time I ate swordfish was in Algiers. It was an epiphany Just curious about the first line of your last post. As I have absented myself from the political as much as possible, I am afraid I don't understand your reference. As a fellow Ute, What building were you speaking of at the U of U. Or did I miss the reference entirely?

Colonel: In the long ago in Bangkok, a young lady approached me on Soi Cowboy with a similar proposal, albeit couched differently and definitely more intriguing. Not the worst night I have ever had.

You did read it? I am impressed!! I tried to read it to impress one of the Utah dance team (remember the Utahnas?) back when we were both ensconced in Milton-Bennion Hall and environs. I couldn't make it past ten pages. Now you have really impressed me Colonel!!

Colonel: In the day a long time ago (the 70's!) and while I was still in our previous profession, My team played skip-to-my-Lou with a similar group of folks around the Tonle Sap in our old stomping grounds. The folks that we were watching/hiding from then bear a remarkable similarity to the folks now. Their fate is known.

This piece may be of interest: https://www.redstate.com/shipwreckedcrew/2020/08/22/john-brennan-perjury-trap-yeserday-completely-legitimate-one/

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When we got back from Thailand in 77, went with the demo guy from the team (unlikely nickname: Baby-crusher) to visit his family who lived in Bed-Stuy. Damned interesting place back then. Felt a little bit safer than Udon Thani, but not much

Just read this and was just about to go over and make a donation, but just then one of the incredibly obnoxious mountain jays that I have been feeding for the last couple years came by and started bitching about the lack of service. So I toddled out and laid down their peanuts on the concrete in front of the old homestead to shut them up. Usually a couple of the crows come by to take their share of the largess and get the last four or five peanuts. Squirrels are kinda infrequent. We have some fat and sassy squirrels here and I think that they are too well fed to bother with such plebian fare. In lieu of your request, I went out and added another handful of peanuts to the stack. Be well. Thanks for taking care of the east coast cousins

I guess I am a little on the fence on this. I don't see an apocalypse anytime soon, but I think that there is enough to the concept of "Climate Change" and "Peak Oil" that the long term implications cannot simply be dismissed. I do see change coming, I just can't for the life of me figure out what will be the actual trigger and what will simply be trotted out as an excuse to make the changes. For that matter, I can't even say that the data presented by the folks in the white lab coats is valid or invalid. At this point here it is just data and the hypotheses and theories being worked out to explain the data are not really all that satisfying. Mostly I am in the "denialist" camp by default. I don't think that the apocalypse is coming soon, so that puts me in the opposition camp in the eyes of the true believers. In the immortal words of Zhou Enlai; "It's too early to say".

Colonel: Perhaps folks should take the time to read our old friend Alan. http://www2.iath.virginia.edu/sixties/HTML_docs/Texts/Narrative/Farrell_Schreckfigur.html

Now that is a good idea. Colonies on the moon would be tough, but do-able. This might be a ticket.

Colonel and TTG: A report from Portlandia (since I live here, I feel that perhaps I can add some local color). I feel that the Portland City Council does use Antifa as a counterweight to the folks coming over from Clark County. Having lived in the 'Couv (Vancouver Washington, just across the Might Columbia) and now in Portland during my dotage, I can tell you that what is happening here is a classic Red/Blue sissy boy slap fest. Antifa is a refuge for the angry liberal who wants to use violence but abhors the use of such against themselves. Sean and Carl (Folks I know who enjoy such things) seem to feel that parading around with baseball bats and rebar is a great way to score political points and impress women. One has to remember that Portland is first and foremost a city of arrivistes. The Proud boys and their ilk (Know several of them personally, they played football with my youngest, overall they are good kids) come over from that hive of scum and villainy known as Clark County specifically to fuck with the Antifa types and mock the poseurs that line the microbreweries and Tapa bars that one finds in Portland. Antifa is the fighting wing of the genteel poseurs here in Portlandia. Proud Boys and their ilk are merely rough boys who have figured out there is another gang out there who like to fight and come on over to offer their services as an opponent. As for the "Journalist" that got a couple of cuts and bruises in the most recent dust-up, well, who the fuck cares? Other than other "journalists" who feel that their "profession" should be free of all risk and that their words aren't the incitement to riot that both sides welcome. Nope, I kind of look at these activities as spectator sports. I liken their activities to the parking lot fights after football games that I used to enjoy watching and commenting on (football players considered watching the parking lot fights a reward for playing, kind of a post-game entertainment). Nope, I kinda see the whole thing as kinda harmless. Yeah, somebody is going to get the shit kicked out of them is a mutually agreed upon fight, but hell, I am missing a couple of teeth myself from a set to in Fayetteville (my CO was not amused), so who am I to judge.

Colonel: I stand corrected: "Ceterum censeo Damascus delendam esse"

"Ceterum censeo Carthaginem delendam esse"

Colonel: I could not for the life of me figure out the "Melian States" reference. At first, I thought that you were speaking of the obviously long-suffering mother of his youngest child, but that didn't make any sense. So, research it was. Then following that, I realized that, while I had started to read it back in the dorms in Utah, I had never finished Thucydides. Now I have to read the Peloponnesian War this weekend to maintain intellectual self-respect. I am never going to get the garden put in this way.

Well then: That made me smile. I am a half/half INTJ/ENTJ. Never have figured out if I was introverted or not.

Huckleberry: I have to agree with you about the conservative movement possibly morphing into a nationalist Republican Party. I can't say such a thing will offend me. Look, at the end of the day, we have to rebuild the working class. We aren't going to do this by passing off cheap consumer goods, made in third world countries as the core of our economy. Tariffs are a tool to fix a prior mistake or to allow an internal industry a competitive edge. We made a mistake thinking that "globalization" would fix things. We offshored our industry to allow lazy managers and greedy stockholders the ability to line their pockets at all costs. Yes, the move was political. I think that maybe some of the unannointed in Washington are beginning to notice that the 20% of the population that we call the "professional" class isn't enough to win elections. I read this over at that rabidly anti-capitalist site Zerohedge (that's a joke son) “Trade wars are good, easy to win,” tweeted Trump, knowing the statement would trigger every nerd with a college degree. Some worried about their jobs. But not terribly. Because their unemployment rate is just 2%, their labor force participation is 74%. They’re as well off as they’ve ever been. Particularly when set against those who never went to college, 5% of whom are unemployed, and 50% don’t even participate in the labor force. They’ve given up. These trade policies are for these forgotten people. To hell with the consequences. That’s the point.