False Outrage, Real Hate

Over the past week I’ve come across a controversy, or as the media calls it a scandal associated with the Commander-in-Chief (CINC), President of the United States (POTUS), Barack Hussein Obama. This particular controversy which I’ll call Umbrella Gate baffles me. Let’s go to the photo.

Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdoga & POTUS Barack H. Obama

Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdoga & POTUS Barack H. Obama

Look at it. What do you see? What do you think about what you see? Take a moment to ponder. Now, I’ll tell you what I see when I look at this image.

I see two heads of state, President Obama and Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdoga, holding some sort of briefing in front of the White House, the POTUS’s home and work space. I see them being bracketed by two members of the armed forces and being shielded from inclement weather. When I first saw the photo I thought, those are some fine Marine specimens (her I’m a gal who likes a man in uniform). I remember being proud that my Marine brothers were representing the Corps so well. There uniform was dazzling and their form ripped from the pages of a drill manual, so precise. I also wondered who was responsible for selecting two Marines so alike in appearance that combined with the uniform and precise bearing they were mirrors of each other. I kept wondering of there is a video of them walking out and unfurling their umbrellas. I bet it would look like something the Marine Corps Silent Drill Platoon does in their performances (see here for clip).

Those were and are my thoughts about this photo. Alas, my thoughts seem to be in the minority if the vitriol being spewed by Americans is to be believed. The saddest part for me is the hate and disrespect directed towards President Obama even by members of the military, especially Marines. Marines who take offence at a male Marine holding an umbrella for our CINC, as a task beneath them but would not dare tell a commander that, cleaning a toilet, picking up cigarette Butts or stirring shit in a burn barrel, is beneath them. These individuals who are ranting and raving about Mr. Obama tarnishing the office of the president are themselves tarnish the image of brotherhood and adherence to good order and discipline espoused by the Armed Forces of the United States of America.

There is no order in Marine Corps MCO P1020.34G that prohibits a male Marine from carrying an umbrella to shield another. And where women, children and dignitaries are concerned it’s a point of pride to render assistance. Another Marine said it best “The specific rule in the Marine Corps Uniform Regulation authorizes females to utilize umbrellas in service or dress uniform. It does not prohibit male Marines from touching or holding umbrellas in uniform. However, they are not to be carried by males for PERSONAL USE. The intent is that male Marines do not walk around using umbrellas for THEMSELVES when it rains.” So all these folks up in arms about the Marines holding an umbrella for the president are being disingenuous. They have their knickers in a bunch because a black man, the leader of our country and of the free world is being sheltered and treated like the dignitary that he is by a white man. Politics plays a role in those because there was no umbrage when Presidents Reagan, G.W. Bush or G.H.W. Bush had umbrellas held for them by members of the armed forces. It’s an honourable duty to serve a president in this capacity. Certainly a more favourable one than stirring shit in a burn barrel in some far-flung desert land.

What did you make of the photo and resulting controversy? For comparison the internet has provided the following.

4 Presidents 4 Umbrellas

4 Presidents 4 Umbrellas

Viewing this second photo, the outrage expressed by some is just false to cover the real hate they feel for Barack H. Obama because of the color of his skin.

Lady Littlefoot

Picture Day 06: Pre-Deployment Gathering

January 2007
Structurally this may not be the best photo but it captures me in the center surrounded by family and friends before my very first deployment.

PreDeployJan07

PreDeployJan07

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Do you have not so great photographs that still make you smile because of the occasion at which they were taken?
Lady Littlefoot

Decisions, decisions, decisions

Decision making is an anxiety inducing event for me. Not little decisions like what to eat for dinner but the life changing sort. The ones’ that have you moving cities, states or countries; going back to school or not; committing to a job or waiting for a better one; making a decision one way or the other makes me anxious. Pull my hair out, crawl under the covers and stay all day, and driven to drink, anxious.

**Side note: Google doesn’t think people of color have anxiety attacks. See here.**

For some time now my mind has been in a whirl as to what my next step will be. Instead of enjoying my time in Barcelona and the opportunity to travel around Europe I have been fretting about what I should do next. But this is no surprise. It is part of my personality. I find it very difficult to just “go with the flow” to let the current take me where it will. I have visions of going off a cliff in a rickety rain barrel and being hurled against the rocks and battered by the spray. Yes, very detailed. I can be quite imaginative at times.

After making myself miserable for a while and letting that mindset color my trip to Oslo, I finally decided to head back across the pond. I had planned on staying a year and then deciding what to do when the year was up but as time passed the decision weighed heavily on me. After my Oslo trip I did the financial reckoning and realized that going home was going to happen sooner rather than later unless I added more classes to my schedule. This led to another decision. Instead of vacillating about adding classes or chasing down academies, I decided the current class load will have to do for now. This solidified my decision to leave and was the driving factor in me leaving earlier than originally planned.

Tell the world …

After these decisions were made, I went from heavily laden with stress and anxiety to a feeling of lightness. This wasn’t surprising but you can’t rush the process. Now that the decision is finalized, part of me is itching to get on the plane back to Brooklyn to start planning my next adventure.

… or just tell my Mama I’m Coming Home.

Do you struggle with making decisions? What strategies do you employ to combat decision-making anxiety?

Lady Littlefoot

Picture Day 06: Sets in the West

Sunset Camp Lejeune 2006

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Sunrise, sunset (x2),
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laiden with happiness, and tears

Lady Littlefoot