History For the Attention-Span Challenged

 

Fifty-four years ago, the US Navy nearly blew the USS Forrestal out of the water off the coast of Vietnam, at the height of the Vietnam War.

Heroic and genius-level accident investigation by Navy uncovered the fact that the entire incident started because of stray electrical energy, leaking into the weapons firing system, which caused an unintended discharge of a live rocket across the flight deck, and into fully armed A-4 Skyhawks prepped for a strike launch, carrying both full fuel tanks, and the last batch of rusted and obsolete WWII iron bombs, which resulting conflagration set off multiple rapid detonations, which decapitated the damage control crews responding, killed 134 sailors, injured and wounded 161 more, and very nearly cost the Navy its first supercarrier.

The pilot of the Phantom that launched the stray rocket, Lt. Cmdr. James Bangert, received no punishment whatsoever for the incident, despite $72 million dollars of damage to the ship, the compete loss of 21 aircraft, damage to 40 more, and the toll of dead and injured sailors, because it was manifestly obvious that it wasn't his fault, despite being the one person that flipped the switch that initiated the launch, and subsequent catastrophe. (Mirabile dictu!)

One of the Skyhawks was manned by a navy lieutenant commander named John S. McCain III, son of a full admiral (CINCUSNAVEUR), later a heroic POW, and after that, legendary massive fuck-up RINO saboteur while US senator from Arizona.

So disliked was he, that even decades after it was well-known and documented that he was nothing but a victim and unintended bystander caught right in the middle of the initial explosion and fire on Forrestal, and who barely escaped alive, people still, to this day, try to erroneously and deceitfully somehow pin the incident on McCain.

Pay no attention to how the behavior of such deranged anti-McCain moonbats exactly replicates the fervor to pin a tragic set shooting, not on the serial fuck-up incompetent weapons handler, who authored and caused the entire thing, but onto disliked and thoroughly dislikeable anti-gun fucktard Alec Baldwin.

Psychotic delusion doesn't repeat, but it sure as hell rhymes.

And to prove it, with an even deeper dive in distant history, pray let us continue.

People Who Should Know Better have thrown their brains out in order to get on the "Lynch Alec!" train.

Andrew Branca, who's been hurled at us in thread after thread like J. Noble Daggett from True Grit, assumes his case all the way to a conviction, after first handwaving away about 100 salient facts, based on a total ignorance of anything that goes on at a movie set during production, including some of the most critical facts in the whole story. If wishes were horses, he could assume himself atop a mighty steed indeed. He should know better, but as part and parcel of why we call him the jackass he is, he'd rather sell his legal soul to be the White Knight predicting criminal jeopardy for Baldwin than face any facts that show the error of his own diaper spackle theories. He truly puts the anal in analysis. Unfortunately, his jurisprudence was trumped twenty years ago, by the legal acumen of Felix Unger:

And Kurt Schlichter, with whom we frequently agree, and would love to point to this time, knows that letting Baldwin off is justice, but would rather burn down the law itself in this case, to give Baldwin the same roasting the Left regularly gives people in highly publicized show trials. Schlicter, too, should know better, but we leave it to the legal acumen of Paul Scofield, in the role of a lifetime, to explain far better than we, the utter folly of sacrificing the law just to get even:

Long time readers, whose opinions I respect, would rather not hear any more about this incident, thinking it too petty to trifle with any further. But aside from being the decider on this blog, we find that when something so petty induces people who should be of far higher character than back-and-forth on this topic has revealed them to be in fact, we're right on the money, and its exactly this sort of "trivial" incident that's highlighting how deep the rot in the culture goes, and how fragile is the civility upon our own side, that they would become so frothingly deranged over so small a thing.

We can scarce imagine what fresh hells await us one and all once things begin getting actually desperate.

Don't look to the horizon, dear friends. Your problems aren't going to come from there. Look instead to your own fences, because the biggest problems you'll face in the next decade are going to come from closer than a few miles from your own front doorstep.

All Baldwin's trials and tribulations have done is rip the scab off the problems you're going to have with so-called friends and allies, because it's never an enemy who does the damage. It's the one who calls you friend - and then stabs you in the back - who's going to sell you out for their 30 pieces of silver.

Watch your six, and don't give your trust away. Make people earn it.