Ron sent me this.
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C’mon. This has to be a joke. This can’t possibly be true. This is like that city council meeting in DC where some stupid blacks on the council took offense by someone saying, “niggardly budget”. The word “niggardly” has absolutely nothing to do with the word “nigger”, but we have a group of people looking to be offended who thought it did and they displayed not only their ignorance but their abject stupidity as well. The white person who referred to the “niggardly budget” lost his job but he got it back when the perpetually offended people were told just how stupid they looked. Don’t believe this happened? It did.
D.C. Mayor Anthony A. Williams said yesterday that he will rehire a former top aide who resigned last month because some city employees were offended that the aide used the word “niggardly” in describing how he would have to manage a fund’s tight budget.
Williams, whose quick acceptance of David Howard’s resignation last month led to a national debate over racial sensitivity and political correctness, indicated in a statement yesterday that he had made a mistake and “acted too hastily” in allowing Howard to resign as head of the city’s constituent services office.
But back to chief. Chief is not even an Injun word! Fuck you you offended redskins! We were using chief long before we gave it to the leaders of your tribes. Here are its origins, from here.
1250–1300; Middle English < Anglo-French chief, chef, Old French chef < Vulgar Latin *capum, re-formation of Latin caput head
So GFY!
During my years in the Coast Guard I took correspondence courses required for advancement in my enlisted rating. Twice a year a service wide test was administered to those who passed the courses and had sufficient time in grade to qualify for advancement. The tests were graded and points were awarded for time in service, time in grade, and awards. Your point point total placed you on the promotion list in rank order. Using this system I went from Third class Petty Officer, to Second Class, to First Class, and finally to Chief Petty Officer. I earned the rank and the respect that went with it. So now, someone who most probably never served as, or under a Chief finds the title Racist? What? Does he want to revise the title to something like “Head” Petty officer? Wouldn’t that be homophobic? Or scatilogical? And what about our Commander in Chief, is he a racist? Well, perhaps he is, but you know what I mean.
Some dumbass somewhere has too much time on their hands and just wants to stir up some shit. Take it from an old Chief. You sir are the syphilitic offspring of a thirteen day Olongapo Jug fuck. Pull your head out of your Ass and Shove off.
Traditions, customs, rituals . . . they’re important. No, they’re essential. As proof of that I offer the impact of our Kenyan-in-Chief, who hasn’t the slightest thread of American culture, tradition, custom, or ritual in him. And you can add Jacques Fargin Querrie to the list along with Shrillary Clintoon and the most powerful non-male in US gubmint today — Valerie Bowman Jarrett.
It is precisely those entities, those personalities, those aliens who are eroding, shredding, and unraveling the fabric of America as we have known it since 7 December 1941.
The US Navy is unique in its hierarchy, with the Chief as lynchpin of the whole lashup. He’s not a sergeant; he’s a CHIEF, dammit, and nobody aboard ship, not even the Captain, looks around for the technician’s smock or the loafer’s loops or the shoulder boards when it hits the fan — they look for The Chief, knowing that his experience, his knowledge, his skill, his moxie, his chutzpah, and his brass set will get things back on the rails, even if it involves a little finagling, some trickery, and perhaps even a touch of larceny.
To do away with the presence, the esprit-de-corps, the familiar, trustworthy, growling, beer-drinking, ass-kicking Chief would be like electing an inexperienced, unqualified, unprepared, and inept rookie as President of the United States, and we all know how that worked out.
Political Correctness is a cresting wave of bullshit that will eventually drown us all like triple amputees carrying anvils upstream against the Amazon in rainy season.
I remember going to ET School in the Navy at Great Lakes NTC and there was no doubt as to who ran the school. It was Master Chief Rodin. Even a driftie puke like me knew that. And he had been well behaved during his career since his crow and stripes were all gold. He did have one fault that I knew of. He was a horrible bridge player. I happened to wander in the office one day at lunch time where he and another instructor were playing bridge with a couple of civilian instructors. He and the Navy instructor were getting clobbered. He asked me if I knew how to play and when I said yes he asked me to sit in as his partner. I had played a lot of tournament bridge before joining the Navy so I was pretty good at the game, at least better than any of the other guys at the table. We started winning. One of his serious faults was overbidding so I had to take that into account. I also had to finagle a way to make me declarer for some contracts since I played better than he did. I got a few extra weeks shore duty out of it. He asked me if I could type and when I said yes, I did some temporary yeoman’s work in the office and dropped back a few weeks in school. I was married and living off base so it allowed me to spend a few more weeks with my wife before hitting the fleet. The only time my bridge playing got me sumpin’ other than flunking out of my first semester of college. That was almost 50 years ago. I’m sure Master Chief Rodin is long dead and gone.
It’s wonderful that there are no real problems in the world, so we can spend time and energy worrying about important stuff like this.
I never knew “chief” was an Amerindian word.
I suppose we’ll have to re-name Police Chiefs and Fire Chiefs and that football team in Kansas City too.
Chief Engineer Scott? You better be thinking of a new title.
Not bad for Coastie Chief. Pretty darn eloquent, as a matter of fact.
(ATCS, USN ret.)
I’ll go along with this if we get to throw out the “Commander in Chief” too. Liberals…
I have a good friend, a retired Gunnery Sgt, USMC, who happens to be an Ojibway Indian. I asked him if him if he knew any one who was offended by: Indians, Redskins, Braves, Chiefs, Seminoles, Warriors, etc. He said, “The only people that are offended are a bunch of white do-gooders.”
http://www.frontpagemag.com/2013/dgreenfield/ww2-navajo-code-talkers-appear-in-redskins-jackets-liberal-heads-explode/
Denny wrote: “C’mon. This has to be a joke.”
I think it might just be. I cannot find this supposed newspaper article on the interwebs.
Also, an alternative suggestion for Chief Petty Officer is “Navy Sergeant Elitist”. C’mon, someone’s having a laugh here. LOL
I had an uncle who was a seaman on a boat during Korea. He was well known on the boat for his technical abilities. Food got scarce and the Captain put everyone on half rations. My uncle stole a tube out of the Chief’s radio so it quit working. The Chief sought him out and asked him if he could get it working again. My uncle kept the radio for three days, put the tube back in and returned it working to the Chief. He and his bud’s had full rations for the rest of the war….
“Enlisted men are sly and devious creatures that bear close watching at all times.”
Navy legend has it this phrase was in the 1930s-era Watch Officer’s Guide, but I have been unable to find it.
(However I did my best to live up to it.)
I certainly fit that description. I could tell sea stories about some of the stuff I got away with. Do you know the difference between a fairy tale and a sea story? A fairy tale starts off with, “Once upon a time…” and a sea story starts off with, “This ain’t no shit…”.
I got an extra day and an overnight liberty in Subic for sumpin’ similar, altho’ I didn’t have to break anything to do it. I just had “trouble” fixing our transmitters until I got an incentive to do so. I did, however get out of chipping and painting (and got a First Class Signalman’s ass chewed out by the Ops Boss) when the radar was down and said signalman wanted me to drop everything to chip and paint. I was the only ET on the ship who could actually fix anything so I got away with a lot of stuff. It helped that I was good at my job, stood radio watches besides my ET duties, and was liked by the Captain, XO (who had the leading radioman tear up a report chit on me), and the Ops Boss. ETs on small ships, like an LST, were valuable people. On an LST, there are only two of them. During my last year, the other ET got out of the service and he was replaced by a Second Class ET who couldn’t fix crap. He told me he would do the cleaning, chipping, and painting if I did the ET stuff. Worked for me. He was a good poker player and cleaned up in the Acey/Duecy Lounge. I, on the other hand, fixed everything, stood radio watches, was the PM petty officer, and the First Aid petty officer. We got a Chief Radioman who came aboard and wanted to make me leading radioman since I knew more about Radio Central than most of the other radiomen. I won a bet with him about how some of the equipment worked. I told him I had enough duties and declined.
You were “Radiohead” before the band?
Cheers
Yep!