JamesSavik

My number? 44

I'm an old jock so please pardon my sports metaphors. You can't win the game if you aren't in the game. There are difficulties in doing anything worthwhile. What makes it worthwhile is that you overcame the difficulties and achieved. If you quit, you deny yourself the opportunity of success.

To: Shuttle Sierra442 From: Air-Flag, Hammerhead Stand by your position to rendezvous with Alliance destroyer Summers. Please acknowledge. Crash looked at the transmission and said, “This might be interesting. Looks like my old buddy Rattler wants to talk. Send: We acknowledge and are standing by. Then send our position.” As Danny was keying in the text transmission he said, “Who is Rattler”? Crash laughed and said, “The second craziest pilot I've ever met. His name is Hiro Tanaka”. “Admiral Tanaka”, Tom asked? “The one and only“, Crash said. “I used to be his CAG when he was skipper of the Halsey”. Tom said, “That was the battle…” Crash sighed. “Yeah. That’s the one I got splashed and roasted by radiation until I wasn’t up to fleet specifications.” Danny said, “What happened?” Crash said, “You’ve heard of Omicron Ceti?” “Yeah, it’s the fleet base on the corridor out to the Carina arm. It’s the only way in or out of the Carina sector that's not too radioactive to travel", Tom replied. Crash said, "It’s where the fleet drew the line: this far and no further. We’ve fought at least a dozen big fleet engagements there. I was there for four of them. The last one was three years ago.” “We were escorting a convoy of supply ships to the base at Omicron Ceti. We jumped right in the of the biggest fire fight I’ve ever seen. When we jumped in, we were twenty-five light minutes from the action. We covered the supply ships as they jumped out and then our task force formed up and joined the battle. We rolled out everything we had. Fighters, fighter/bombers, strike craft, electronic warfare birds: we cleared the decks. I was flying an old FB-68 Kestral leading an attack squadron. We lined up on a group of targets, released our missiles and went back to the carrier for to reload and rearm. I got hit on my third pass at the enemy formation. Never saw it coming. It was probably big chunk of debris; I didn’t get a missile lock warning. It sheared off my starboard wing at the root and my engines and avionics went dead. The shock of it knocked me unconscious and broke my right arm and leg. It sent me into a long flat spin that took me away from the battle area at high speed because I was on an attack run.” Danny noticed that Crash was sweating and his hands began to grip the control yoke much tighter than necessary. “When I woke up it was all over. The Halsey was so badly shot up that they had to scrap her but she fought all the way to the end of the battle. It took search and rescue 36 hours to find me. I had been out there for so long that I was getting radiation sickness. We won the battle. Our Task Force turned the tide. Tanaka made Admiral and got sent back to get the new fleet carriers in shape. I got a medical discharge. I can’t complain really. I stayed on with the Academy as a flight instructor. I still train nuggets and I’m making a killing off the hotel.” Tom said, “Is that what they gave you the Alliance Cross for?” Crash said, “You know about that?” “Of course, you’re a legend”, Tom replied. “That’s deep blue hero stuff. Everybody wants you as their flight instructor.” Crash laughed bitterly and said, “All the heroes in this war are dead kid. The rest of us are just survivors. Between the hard radiation and the hard vacuum, surviving takes a lot of work and a whole lot of good luck.” Danny was watching the sensors at the engineering station and said, “Jump point forming 335 degrees, Z+20 degrees 10 kilometers out.” They all looked out just in time to to see a brand new battle destroyer or BDD jump into real space. She was big for a destroyer, even at this distance; sleek and armed for bear. The shuttles voice communication system crackled to life, “Shuttle Sierra442, this is the Alliance destroyer Summers. Please dock in our number two shuttle bay and accompany us back to Capella anchorage.” Crash grabbed a head set and keyed the mike, “This is Shuttle Sierra442. We will be docking momentarily. Thanks for the lift Summers.” Crash leaned back in his seat with his hand behind his head and said, “Ok Nugget. Make an approach and landing in Summers shuttle bay that’ll make your flight instructor look good.” Tom powered up the shuttle and said, “Aye sir.”

I never take things from my hotel room. I just loot other peoples hotel room honor bars.

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This is so bizarre that I decided to write it down. Just for the record, I'm not afflicted with Bieber fever. I'm not sure why but everybody was in the Army. I was an instructor at boot camp and one of my victims, I mean trainees was none other than Justin Bieber. I asked him what was he doing here, he's Canadian. He said that he had dual citizenship so he got drafted too. After teaching my trainees how to field strip and AR-14, we had some range time. I showed them how to fire three round bursts . Years ago I interviewed members of bands like Rush and Cheap Trick. I asked my question that always stumps them: when you are on stage, how much of that is you and how much is an act? Sounds like an easy answer but it isn't. Niel Pert told me it was the damn-est question he had ever been asked and I was only writing for a college paper. Bieber liked the question but couldn't really answer it. Said he had to think about that one. I woke up before he answered. His answer was much better than Bun E. Carlos of Cheap Trick's answer: I'm too stoned to think that hard.

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Mississippi Republican Party Caucus James Savik 11/29/2009 Mississippi Republicans met in Jackson Monday in their first in a series of meetings to decide which candidate that they will support in the 2012 convention and Presidential Race. A straw poll was held to see where the candidates stand. None of those God damned yankees - got the most votes followed closely by Newt Gingrich and none of those God damned Mormons. The Grand Dragon... I mean the State Party Chairman refused to commit to any of those "God-less RINOs the national party is floating like turds in our punch bowl". When asked for comment on Herman Cain's marital problems, the Party Chairman said, "It brings into question Herman Cain's judgment because those were some awfully ugly whores." I expect the Mississippi GOP to drink a lot of moonshine and eventually pick the most offensive candidate available.

We regret Will Ferrell and disavow any responsibility for him. My favorite ever Will Ferrell scene was in Elf where the raccoon attacked his dumb ass.

No Bieber-fever or Bieber-hatred here. He's just another synthetic teen star that the industry has created to use as a cash cow. There have been scores of them and there will be scores to come. He is merely the flavor of the week. He seems like a genuinely nice kid. I just hope he's got honest people around him that won't rob him blind.

"Oh my god, I think I killed him!" , the young woman holding a shovel shouted. I answered, "I'll check. Stay back. Where is he?" She said, "In the back yard. He surprised me on the patio. He tried to grab me but I smacked him." Her hand were shaking as she held the shovel at port-arms. I pulled my Beretta and clicked off the safety and pulled my mag-lite. I keyed my radio and said, "This is one-L-19 responding to complaint of a prowler, I'm Code 2 at 145 Pine Valley Highway. 10-70 reported in the back yard. Roll backup." Dispatch responded, "One-L-19, Code 2, any available backup please respond." I wasn't holding my breath for back up. As crazy as things were going that night, I wasn't really expecting any for a while. "Mam- go inside and lock the doors. I'm going to clear your back yard." She said, "Deputy, be careful. There's something not right about him". Then she disappeared inside the garage door with her shovel and I heard the latch snap. If it was illegal aliens in this neighborhood it would be a first. The surrounding terrain was some of the roughest desert in the South West. This little berg was a well-to-do far flung suburb of Tuscon way out south of Red Rock. I went around the side of the house and found the gate to the back yard standing open. There was a diffused blue light coming from a bug-zapper on the other side of the fence. As I passed the gate there was a distinct smear of dark blood. Thought to myself- it looks like she got a piece of him. As I went into the back yard, I yelled, "Pima County Sheriff's Office! Let me see your hands!" I swept the yard with my mag lite and saw nothing on my first sweep. It was a nice place. It was a fenced in back yard with a pool, pool house and tool shed. The tool shed door was standing wide open and a light was on inside. As I swept through the yard, I saw a shadow move in the tool shed. I came around, put the mag-lite and Beretta on the door of the shed and ordered, "You in the shed. Come out and let me see your hands." Suddenly a big guy in army fatigues, combat boots and a holstered side arm appeared in the door of the shed. The flash-light beam in his face made him stop. There was blood on the side of his face and he appeared quite pale. What bothered me the most was the blood on his hands. Holy shit. What I stumbled into? On seeing his side arm I yelled, "Drop the weapon. Drop it now!" He started coming toward me and began accelerating. I yelled one more time, "Drop the weapon and get on your knees. Last warning!" He continued to accelerate toward me. I shot him twice, center mass and he fell on his back. I keyed my radio mike and said, "Shots fired, shots fired, suspect down! I need a bus and a supervisor now!" I approached the suspect, leaned over and took the pistol out of his holster. As I was securing his weapon, the suspect opened his eyes and made a grab for my legs. "Stay down! There's an ambulance on the way!" The suspect rolled over, got up and came after me again. I took two more shots and dropped him again. He got up faster this time. I put two more rounds in his chest and another two in his head. This time he didn't get up. I looked around at the scene and there was blood and gore everywhere. Somewhere in the night I heard the boom of a shot gun. The shot gun went off three more times and there was a blood curdling scream. I heard the gate creek and I turned to see another messed up person shambling into the back yard. The man was in his thirties and had a bloody neck wound. I ordered him to halt but he kept coming for me. I shot him twice once in the chest and one in the head. As soon as he had dropped a horribly injured Mexican man came through the gate snarling and running toward me. I shot him twice and went dry. I quickly slammed another magazine into my gun and decided that it was time to get the hell out of Dodge. As I ran through the gate there were two more. I shot them both and sprinted for my cruiser when I saw dozens of those things coming toward me. I jumped in the patrol car, fired it up and ran over three of them as I ran like hell. What had just happened? Why had I just left the scene of a shooting and run over three people? What the hell was going on? What was wrong my my freaking bullets? Nobody got up after taking center mass shots at close range. Nobody. Were they wearing body armor? Nothing made sense. I could tell that I was in shock. I listened to my police radio as unit after unit reported civilian gunfire, shots fired by officers and people acting crazy. It was a huge tangled mess of desperate radio calls for help. The world was falling apart for no apparent reason.

Very pretty children but all much to young for me. I will keep my man-friend Randy. We may both be over the hill but at least I have him trained.

I know for sure that Southern schools go psycho dealing with gay kids. Stuff like this shows that they are even less prepared to cope with trans-gendered teens.

I'd like to sink into Jack.

Another innocent victim of auto-incorrect.

"Look, I know you weren't really ready to talk to me, but I have to tell you what has been going on. Just listen to me ..." the voice on the phone said. I sighed at my cell phone. The clock by my bed read two oh-three am and I had a crazy woman on the phone. "Jessie. How nice to hear from you. What gave you the idea that I didn't want to talk to you. Not taking your calls, ducking your voice mails or actually hiding from you?" Now it was Jessie's turn to sigh. "Oh come on Philip. We've known each other too long." "It's what you are saying girl. It's crazy. It is just like what the Army said in their press release: a gas was accidentally released that causes confusion and hallucinations." "You are a smart enough reporter to know a cover story when you see one." I said, "I have to admit that it is a little convenient. But what you are saying. It just sounds so crazy. Look humor me. Tell me the story again." Jessie cleared her throat and said, "Yesterday morning at about three am, the paramedics brought us a psyche case. He was fighting and biting and appeared to be seriously injured. We put a bite mask on him and put him restraint table. He had some kind of seizure and flat-lined. We called a code blue. We gave him direct cardiac adrenalin and shocked him at least a dozen time. We pronounced him dead at 3:25. The only ID we found on him were a dog-tags. We called our contact at the Yuma Proving Grounds per protocol." "We got busy with a car crash. Bunch of kids. Nothing serious but cuts, bruises and a broken arm. We had just cleared it when this corpse started going ape shit." I said, "This is the guy that you pronounced dead right?" "Yeah. Dead. Stone cold, dead as a post. No heart beat, no respiration. Nothing. He starts growling and thrashing around under the sheet. If he hadn't been restrained, he would have gotten up." I said, "This is where we have a problem with your story. Corpses don't get up." "No shit Sherlock. This is where it gets weird. We figured that we had made a mistake and pronounced him too early. We went back to work on him but got no vital signs. No heartbeat, no blood pressure. We gave him enough Valium and Atavan to drop a horse and he was still fighting us. No. That's not right. He was fighting to get to us." "That's when the Army showed up, shut down the ER and came up with that bogus cover story. They gave everybody vague threats and discouraged us from talking to the press." I paused for a moment and said, "That's one hell of a story but I've got nothing solid. What can I take to my editor?" Jessie said, "You remember the paramedic from last night?" I said, "Yeah." "He was bitten. He here now and he's in the same shape as the guy from last night. On top of that, he bit his wife and kids and they are in isolation with high fever and we've got seven more bite related cases. Dr. Lawrence just pushed the panic button and called the CDC and I don't mind telling you I'm scared shitless." My cell phone went dead and a recording started: This conversation has been terminated for reasons of National Security. The message repeated itself twice and my phone went completely dead.

BANZAI!

Two new chapters have been posted. They will be posted at Awesomedude this weekend.

Saratoga Captain Carter and his Navigator had been up all night. His desk was littered with computer pads, coffee cups, old-fashioned books and a hard copy of Sokolsky’s paper. A monitor on his wall displayed row after row of daunting equations. His senior navigator Commander Ben Keller looked up from a computer pad sighed, and said, “Damned if I know why it works Jerry. I might as well say some magic happens here and poof. You’ve got your handy, dandy hyperspace coordinates set down t

Before departing the Burke, Schmit and Harrison received a message from the local office of Argo Transit. It requested that they with to have a 1:00 meeting with the director of the branch office and included reservations at one of Capella Station’s nicer hotels. The Imperial Palace sat in the heart of the cities business district and catered to a mixed clientèle of ranking military officers and an assortment of civilian contractors and workers. Schmit and Harrison were pleased to discover t

Today in Naval History: Nov. 15, 1942 In August 1942 the United States launched its first offensive of the Pacific war. Dubbed Operation Watchtower by CINCPAC, everybody else called it Operation Shoestring. The target was an island no one had ever heard of in a chain of islands that no one had ever heard of. Soon- everyone would hear about it. The island was named Guadalcanal in the Solomons island chain. It was so miserable a place that Jack London wrote The Solomons were so wretched that I wouldn't have the heart to exile my worst enemy there. The island had four things in great abundance: hot, humid tropical weather, mosquitoes, malaria and head-hunting natives. The Marines of the 1st Division landed on Guadalcanal in early August touching off an all out air, land and sea campaign by the United States and Japan to control the island- the only island in a thousand miles in either direction large enough for airfields capable of handling heavy bombers. There were no fewer than a dozen surface battles in the general area of Guadalcanal over the next year. The battle that decided the fate of the Solomons was the Naval Battle of Guadalcanal which took place between Nov. 13 to 15, 1942. Both sides threw everything they had into the battle. The US lost two light cruisers: Atlanta, Juneau and several destroyers in a wild melee on the night of the 13th. The big guns of the battleships USS Washington and South Dakota decided the issue on the 15th. The Japanese lost the battleships Hiei on the 14 and Kirishima on the 15th. USS Atlanta was the flagship of Admirals Norman Scott and Ray Callahan. Both were killed on the night of the 13th and Atlanta was to badly damaged to save. She sank the next day. Juneau was an Atlanta class light cruiser that was also badly damaged on the night of the 13th. She was lost with only 10 survivors to a submarine as she tried to limp away for repairs. The famous Sullivan brothers were lost when the Juneau went down. (see the Sullivan Brothers) This one incident changed the navy's policy of posting brothers together on a single ship. The Japanese battleship Hiei was shot up in the battle and caught and sunk by aircraft the next day. On the night of the 15, the USS Washington(above) and South Dakota(below) tore into the Japanese with radar directed gunfire. Kirishima was the victim of the wrath of the American battleships. Casualties were heavy for both sides. The US Navy lost 1,732 killed in the battle. Japanese losses were ~1900 (Army losses were not included when transports were sunk). The battle was decisive. The Japanese made no further attempts at a large scale counter-invasion of Guadalcanal. For months they attempted to resupply the troops already ashore. Imperial Headquarters ordered the island evacuated effectively ending the campaign for Guadalcanal in mid-1943. See: http://en.wikipedia...._of_Guadalcanal

Don't order the schnitzel it’s made of schnauzer!

Isn't that redundant?