I skipped this one at the theater, because I assumed someone had found the Giles Milton book of the same name (which title we have appropriated for similar lessons on this blog).
Which is fascinating non-fiction reading, based on Churchill's private wartime files, only declassified a few years ago. I skipped the movie named after it because I was afraid someone had Ingloriously Bastardized some cracking good WW2 exploits of the SOE and SAS, and gone all Hollywoketarded on it.
Nope.
In fact, author Damien Lewis wrote his own book with the same title as Milton's.
And Lewis was on board as one of the co-executive producers of the flick.
The Milton book (which you absolutely ought to read) is a literal almanac of Who Was Who among the British throat-slitters in WW2. Which would take 27 movies to cover. We haven't read Lewis' version, but after seeing the movie, we want a copy as soon as we can get one.
This flick, OTOH, is only about one such operation: Operation Postmaster, which was an illegal, unauthorized, and unsanctioned mission nonetheless ordered by Churchill to destroy the Italian freighter and tugboats resupplying the Nazi U-boat menace that was strangling Britain at the beginning of the war.
Yes, it's been fiddled with a tad for cinematic purposes. But it is, indeed, "based on a true story". If you've seen Euan Lloyd's The Sea Wolves, you'll have a taste for this kind of movie. (If you haven't seen that one, that makes two flicks you need to put in your to-watch queue.)
Forget that part. It's a rollicking fun-as-hell action flick even if it was sheer fantasy. To prove the point, (Spoiler Alert) the real-life versions of the cast members are shown at the end of the flick, to illustrate the sort of insane derring-do they pulled off from 1940-1945.
Apparently, for the pic, they found an empty harbor in Turkey which they could build as the double for the real location, and then blow to hell to make the film. They nailed both parts.
This was in theaters only in April, and again, because it doesn't suck up much to Hollyweird's DEI and woketarded shibboleths, it slipped in and out of theaters without so much as a ripple. Underpromoting it for those reasons, it cost $60M (probably double that), while bringing in only $26M in release(which the studio only gets half of), so financially, it was a theatrical flop, losing about $100M.
Their loss is your gain. I found it at Big Box store, which means it's streaming and Netflixing and all that other jazz, for a song.
Our rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ This movie kicks ass.
We only hope this things gains new life in home release, allowing director Guy Ritchie and Producer Jerry Bruckheimer to team up to make the next five or ten installments of this story.
This topic, first posted here in 2021, recently came up again (no pun intended) on another blog, so we re-present it, for the newbs:
Prepmeister sensei Commander Zero relates a recent experience (or rather, refusal to experience same) with a ten-years-past-its-"Best By"-date can of chicken soup. You should RTWT.
And now you get this post, by way of follow-up, and piling on.
Historical background: Canning food in tin cans was the genius idea of Nicolas Appert, arrived at in pursuit of a Napoleonic prize, to invent rations that an emperor's army could tote to their campaigns throughout Europe, indefinitely, securely, and without having them all go bad. (Refutation #4,000,087 on the Hit Parade of answers to the historically retarded idiots who spout "War never solves anything.") Which spoilage happened to casks of salted beef and pork with a tedious regularity. Not just for soldiers, but for everyone. Starving soldiers won't fight, because, as the same emperor noted, "An army marches on its stomach". Not literally, of course, that would be silly. But this is why amateurs discuss tactics, and professionals discuss logistics. No beans, no battles. True for Napoleonic legions, true for Roman legions, true in Iraq and Afghanistan, and true for you and your little tribe, same-same.
The early processes have, obviously, changed over the years. How isn't as important as what it means for you, if you're deep-stocking to get you and yours through...Whatever Happens.
So first, a few pointers.
1) Canned foods have a "Best By" date. If this is news to you, you're already too far behind the curve to be in this class. Log off, and come back when you're caught up.
2) "Best By -" dates, exactly like most expiration dates on medicine, are a scam. Exactly like the iconic "Lather. Rinse. Repeat." They were placed there primarily for PR and marketing purposes, because printing "Please consume all of this, even waste some of it in overuse, and then rush back to the store and buy more of Our Stuff" was considered a bit too spot-on. Part of it is also CYA legal boilerplate, because some jackhole will put his canned goods in a corrugated tin shack in the sun in the tropics, paint the whole thing black, located below the water table in a swamp, and then bitch to high heaven when all his stuff explodes, is rusted and rotted, and smells like a Kardashian's nether bits (we hear). And then sue the company for his own jackassery.
3) For people who understand the concept of "Store in a cool, dry place.", it's a handy guideline for optimum freshness, appearance, smell, taste, and nutritional value. Not to mention safety. It is not, however, the last word, and many products will be just fine long beyond those dates. Who determines what those actual dates are? By the following formula:
4) Caveat emptor. (Common Core grads: google it.)
5) Certain foods (tomatoes, citrus items) have shorter lifespans. Acid: it's a physics and chemistry thing.
6) Oxygen is not your friend. Neither is a lack of it for shoddy or improper canning. There are both aerobic and anaerobic bacteria. This is why bulging cans get tossed. Always. Your ancestors who didn't do that? They're probably not your ancestors, but in any case they usually died for ignoring that rule.
7) As we told you, they don't can foods presently the way it was done in 1970, 1940, or 1870.
The cans and lids are not tin anymore, they're steel and aluminum, lighter now than they were a few decades hence, and they frequently utilize a plastic membrane. See for yourself.
(Someone with high-functioning Asperger's can share the exact chemical composition of the liner; IDGAF.) The point is, this is why it's unsafe, and untasty, to heat foods in those new-fangled plastic-lined cans, unlike we could do when I was growing up, and most TV came in both black, and white. Because to do so will either ruin the food, and/or expose you to a chemical stew that doesn't go well in your insides. The first aid for that, is to not be a jackass, by not doing it. Put it in a proper cooking container, and rock on.
(That's also why, before you make Hobo Stoves and such, you'd better burn or scrape out that liner, unless you enjoy the aroma of burnt plastic with your meals.)
8) If you open something that doesn't look right, smell right, or taste right, wave goodbye, and toss it. Problem solved. You have five senses for a reason: heed them.
But somebody was too stupid to do that? Now what?
A) Botulism.
Botulism is nasty stuff. Like your cat, somebody who gets a dose of this is either going to crawl under the porch and die, or not. All you're going to do for them is supportive care, and treating the symptoms, and hope for the best.
It's caused by spores, and the kind that remain viable despite sunlight, like anthrax spores,for centuries, and which are highly resistant to most forms of sterilization. The toxin the spores produce (which is the problem) can be inactivated by heating at 185 F. for 5 minutes. IOW, boiling or hotter. But the spores that made the toxin are still in the food. Hence, throw it out if there's any suspicion.
Food-borne botulism: The classic form of botulism is caused by the ingestion of preformed toxin in contaminated food. Symptoms include double vision, drooping eyelids (ptosis), slurred speech, difficulty swallowing and muscle weakness that is symmetric and descends through the body (first shoulders are affected, then upper arms, lower arms, thighs, calves, etc.). Death is usually due to respiratory failure and may occur as soon as 24 hours after onset of symptoms.
"Supportive care" may include months of treatment, and multiple courses of appropriate antibiotics. IF you have those.
Quoting again:Foodborne botulism: Within 1 hour of ingestion of suspected food, the recommended course of action is a gastric lavage, or enemas, and the administration of a cathartic (sorbitol). In some cases intravenous administration of AB or ABE botulinum antitoxin is required, and assisted ventilation if respiratory failure occurs. Treatment may be required for weeks or months.
FTR, you ain't got and aren't getting AB or ABE antitoxin, unless you're far more advanced than the scope of this essay. And you probably don't have any sorbitol either. So that means ingestion will almost certainly prove fatal. We repeat, any suspicion of toxin, throw the food out. This isn't something you risk under any circumstances (unless you're a moron).
B) Everything else.
Most (99.99999%, for a SWAG) "food poisoning" is no such thing. People who are poisoned get sick, and depending on the toxin administered, die. What you've probably got is simply gastroenteritis (GE).
GE is usually caused by spoiled food, and/or lousy sanitation/preparation/food handling.
In most cases, it's caused either by air or insect vectors depositing bacterium on your food (like leaving your aunt's potato salad uncovered on a fly-infested hot day at the family picnic or BBQ), or the cook/server failing to lave los manos before, during, and after preparing, cooking, or serving you your food, including on dirty dishes, or after visiting the porcelain thinking room. It can also be caused by poor water purification, unfamiliar pathogens, etc., but frequently this is the same route, just with a bad water supply in between someone's fecal, and your oral. It is, thus, usually a fecal-oral transmission pathway, meaning someone got their chocolate in your peanut butter. In short, you ate shit.
There are two general stages to GE.
In Stage I, you think you're going to die.
In Stage II, you're afraid you won't.
This is because your body, whether you consider it a miracle of creation, or evolution, has a brilliantly simple feedback loop for letting you know you have unauthorized houseguests in your digestive tract.
It launches all torpedoes, fore and aft, from both ends of your alimentary canal, to repel all boarders.
Repeatedly.
You will now spend at least the next 12-24 hours with one end, or the other, pointed at the porcelain thinking chair, as you pass from Stage I to Stage II. You may, at times, require a bucket, when both ends are actively offloading. In between, having a few crackers and some ginger ale or lemon-lime soda handy for tiny nibbles and sips may help keep you alive, in between laying on that oh-so-cool tile floor, because it feels so good.
If you can, by hook or crook, lay in a supply of Rx Zofran ODT, you should do so. (Usual caveats about allergies, medical conditions, etc. apply. I.e. : Don 't be stupid.) Zofran is one of the currently best anti-vomiting/nausea meds available, Rx only, and ODT means "orally dissolving tablet" meaning if you can but shove the tiny tab under your parched tongue, and let it dissolve there, it will automagically absorb sublingually, to curb the load-launch-fire sequence from your forward torpedo hatch. By not having to swallow it, you can't barf it out before it kicks in.
For your other end, there's Immodium. Read and follow all label directions; it's an OTC. It's function is to turn your aft torpedo tube load-launch-fire circuit into rush hour traffic on the 405 freeway; i.e. total standstill. Use per directions until respite is achieved, then re-hydrate. You should have stocks of this laid in by, you should pardon the pun, the metric buttload. It should travel with you any and everywhere, when you travel away from home. Period.
Vomiting and diarrhea isn't serious for a few hours, until it is. It both dehydrates you, and jacks up your body's electrolytes, and if you have other conditions, you can't take your meds nor process them, so cardiac conditions, high blood pressure, diabetes, thyroid problems, and all sorts of other complications can take this from bad to worse if untreated.
In extreme cases (dysentery, cholera, etc.) you will literally crap your guts out.
Thus fulfilling the second half of "eat shit and die". It's actually a thing.
If you have the ability to properly administer intravenous (IV) fluids, do so. It bypasses the alimentary canal, and can rehydrate someone rapidly and effectively, if you know what you're doing, and can do so correctly. Bone up extensively; this is not a skill or therapy to attempt on the fly, in the moment. You can exacerbate a number of life-threatening conditions if you overdo it without knowing WTF you're about, and you can cause infection and death in a host of ways if you attempt it half-assed. Killing your patient with CHF or hepatitis instead of dehydration is a poor way to say you care, and a waste of resources if you don't know what you're up to. I cannot stress this enough for the untrained. If you don't KNOW WTF you're doing, leave this for those who do.
But if you have Zofran and immodium, and a bare minimum of common sense, you can begin cautious hydration and nutrition.
Start simple: clear liquids. Clear means CLEAR. Water. Juice. Gatorade. Clear soups. Jello. Avoid all alcohols and caffeine-containing drinks; they're diuretics, and they'll only further dehydrate your patient. If you can't see through it, it isn't clear. Clear?
Then soft foods, easily tolerated. Parents should know this as the BRAT diet: Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, Toast.
Then regular foods. As tolerated.
If symptoms return, or any level is not tolerated, return to the previous level, and advance as able.
And nobody who's nauseous gets ANYTHING else to eat or drink. EVER.
You feed or water that person, and you're just loading the catapult for the next launch, and you're the one who's going to get a faceful. Don't Do It!
A couple, by which I mean TWO, pieces of small crushed ice, to wet the mouth that's bone-dry, won't matter. A bowlful of ice and a spoon, however, is asking for trouble.
Throughout the process:
Monitor vital signs. Pulses should be below 100/min, or they're still dehydrated. Check temperature, to make sure there isn't a fever, and hence this is infection/viral, not GE.
Hydration, elimination, nutrition, in that order.
How much fluid are they taking in?
How much have they put out as pee? (and vomit?)
Bowel movements: watery, runny, loose, solid? How many? How frequent?
And then, nutrition? Diet, and toleration, then quantity, and back to output.
If they don't have a normal pulse, no fever (101F. or greater) and they aren't peeing clear and copious urine, they're not done yet.
GE comes on fast. But it goes away fast too. One to two days, tops.
If this lasts longer, there is something else at play here. Consult your medical people at that point. Your doctor, in normal times. Whatever you've got if you haven't got access to normal care (wilderness, disaster, worse).
Most GE goes away quickly, and leaves nothing but sore abdominal and rectal muscles behind (you should pardon the pun) afterwards. You can minimize it, but generally, the person has to literally gut it out. You can, however, mitigate the symptom duration and severity with proper treatment.
{And if you f**k up proper treatment, you can spread it around to yourself and everyone else. Wash your hands, clean the patient, clean and sanitize linen, bedding, clothing, dishes and utensils, et cetera, or after you die, Florence Nightingale and Clara Barton will kick your ass around the block for eternity for being a dumbshit.}
And if it isn't going away, you've got a bigger problem.
The best way to prevent GE is prevention: proper personal sanitation and cleanliness, proper food storage, handling, preparation, cooking, and serving, followed by proper clean-up afterwards, from dishwashing to sewage and garbage disposal.
Proper public health measures save more people worldwide than medicines, antibiotics, and surgery combined, since ever. By the billions. The reverse is also true.
See to as much of that as you can, and your experience with it will generally not be firsthand, up-close.
I'm guessing whoever "Concerned Citizen" is, he could either tell you how Putin's arsehole tastes, or what flavor the windows are on the short bus. Take your pick.
It's typical Russian agit-prop, aimed at Americans. A French dealership for an Italian carmaker supposedly selling a car to a Ukrainian making out an invoice in English should have been a massive cluebat upside the head that this was all hogwash (as if anyone getting the invoice in the first place wasn't). And it was, except to the stupid people, who swallowed it hook, line, and sinker.
It's entirely unsurprising and well within their baseline character to see the abysmal performance of Emperor Poopypants when held up to the light, induce in them this sort of feces-flinging pure rage.
The won't get what they like, and they won't like what they get.
Exactly as Stevie Wonder could see even from space, the drumbeat of calls for Sen. Kneepads to convene the Cabinet and declare Emperor Poopypants mentally unfit to warm the chair in the Oval Office grows by the minute. Speaker Of the House Johnson wasn't shy at all Friday in saying that
if he were in Biden's Cabinet, "I would be having that discussion with my colleagues at the Cabinet level."
I wouldn't want to get overconfident, but it seems like, with the prospect of a Cornucopia Of Payback for Watergate in the wind, the Squish Party may have - finally, at long last - found its spinal column and testicles. Mirabile dictu!
From here on out, that drumbeat becomes a cacophony. All the Speaker has to do is shut down the Congress, at his sole discretion, indefinitely, and it's not a matter of if, but when.
No legislation. No floor debates. No ancillary business. No subcommittee meetings. No appropriations. No judicial or executive appointments. 80:20 the Speaker has the House sergeant at arms and Capitol Police hold the members on the premises for quorum calls indefinitely.
And the one thing the Republican majority House is guaranteed to do, and sooner rather than later, is start holding public hearings, after subpoenaing everyone in the Executive branch, about what they knew about Poopypants' profound mental incapacity, when they knew it, and who orchestrated covering up his condition. (And let's be serious: this was obvious to everyone but the In-The-Tank-For-The-2020-Coup crowd, in and out of government, for years now.)
The second-day hearing will be the public waterboardings of the entire Joint Chiefs Of Staff of the military branches, asking why or why not they have or haven't quietly replaced the nuclear football that's never more than two steps from any POTUS, and replaced the contents with coloring books and crayons.
If they say they have, they effectively ratify his incompetence, and admit to holding a soft coup themselves.
If they say they haven't, they admit their own incompetence and manifest unfitness for high command.
Having a few US Marshals standing by during their testimony with pre-filled out contempt of Congress citations and referrals for treason would probably do wonders for their collective candor and recollection.
In any event, that question-and-answer session is going to be a fire-and-brimstone debacle of biblical proportions, followed inevitably by the most searing come-to-Jesus confessions from anytime since the Civil War.
Either way, it will be scorched earth, and Dementia Joe will be on a BBQ spit the entire time.
The meetings on government oversight on Day Three will be who, to the last detail, has been making executive decisions, and since when, starting five seconds after Biden's inauguration.
There will be a stack of blank arrest warrants for that one, ready to be referred to the US Attorney for Washington DC, who's going to either become the busiest man in DC, or the first one strung up for treason.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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