By David Glenn Cox
The problem with throwing rocks for a living is sometimes you break the wrong window. “Boy oh boy, look at her! Do you believe that’s a soldier? She is going to defend us? What do you think?” I think that is my sister. I imagine Tucker Carlson has a dart board in his office quartered into, “Racism, Sexism, Democrats and Elitism.” What’s on the show tonight Tucker? Tonight’s top story (throws dart) It’s on the line, right between sexism and elitism.
Sometimes daddy can’t write a check to a private school Mr. Carlson. Sometimes Mr. Carlson, if a young American man or woman wants to go to college or just get the hell out of a sleepy one-horse berg the military is their only option. They don’t have all the advantages that you’ve had Mr. Carlson. They don’t have the money behind them to allow themselves the luxury of failing their way to the top. The nincompoopery of this over scented pantywaist weasel. “Please excuse Tucker from P.E. today. He had nose bleeds and wet the bed last night, and the other boys call him Dickless.”
I had a mechanic who worked for me who had worked on a Patriot missile battery during the second Gulf War. His job was to keep all the engines running necessary for the missile and the computers to operate. There was no specific military requirement for having a penis. It was a sort of a non-gender specific position. He also served four years in Germany working on tanks. Because of Tucker’s rarified upbringing he doesn’t understand that the military no longer uses rocks and clubs to bash the enemies brains out. Winston Churchill called the Second World War, “The wizard war.” It was going to be won by scientists in laboratories. It was going to be won with brains and not penises.
There was a lady in France married to an industrialist. She lived an upscale life of tea parties and dinner parties. After France fell to the Nazis, she began to work with the French underground. She was smuggled to England and began S.O.E. training which included demolition, code creation and code recognition. Telegraphy and how to kill a man with a knife in the back so he cannot make a noise and how to cut a man’s throat. She was returned to France by parachute, I wonder if Tucker has ever dived out of an airplane at night loaded with spy gear into a hostile country?
Her name was Nancy Wake; she was a New Zealander by birth and French by marriage. By war’s end she would have more than seven thousand underground soldiers under her command. She was arrested, interrogated, and beaten by the Gestapo but never talked. She rode a bicycle four hundred kilometers across France without papers to inform London their radio had been captured. She would ride up to the checkpoint. “Hi, I’m just a French girl out for a ride on my bike. Can I go through your check point?” I wonder if Tucker has ever had to bluff his way past armed Nazis during wartime? Her courage was legendary, her instincts superb. The Gestapo had given her the name, “The White Mouse.”
There was a price on her head, and she was on the Gestapo’s most wanted list. Unable to catch her, the Nazi’s murdered her husband. She survived the war and was awarded every medal for heroism that France had to offer. She was also decorated for heroism in England and the United States. She is the most decorated woman in World War II.
Any student of the Second World War has seen the film footage of the Russians planting their flag on the Reichstag. One of those soldiers was a woman. She had fought for three years in the front lines of the Red Army. Trust me; if she told you to turn the music down. You would turn it down. Even at eighty years old she was tough and no nonsense. She would beat your ass and laugh about it all the way home.
This is what Tucker’s upscale education denied him, the true understanding of “Tough” versus “Soft.” Steeped in that 1950s Father Knows Best mentality, “You can’t do that! You’re just a girl!”
I was reading about the Vikings and to become a crewman on a Viking longboat you had to challenge someone currently in the crew to a fight and if you whooped them, you were in. There were women serving as crew on Viking ships who got their job just that same way. “I want to fight him, that Tucker guy.”
“It’s not the size of the dog in the fight it’s the size of the fight in the dog”- Mark Twain
The amount of ignorance is astounding, the lack of oversight confounding. Does Faux News save money by not using an editor? Is their no supervisor watching what this pimple faced postulating prick has to say? He thought he could just spout off and pick on the girls. Those aren’t girls, those are United States Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines, the best in the business. And if it came to fight, I’d put my money on them before I would Tucker Carlson. They know that being tough and brave has nothing to do with the ability to pee standing up.
“And therefore, I am come amongst you at this time, not as for my recreation or sport, but being resolved, in the midst and heat of the battle, to live or die amongst you all; to lay down, for my God, and for my kingdom, and for my people, my honour and my blood, even the dust. I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman; but I have the heart of a king, and of a king of England, too.”
― Queen Elizabeth I