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Von Schlieffen’s Speed Bump Has Heavy Tanks. Who Knew?

Von Schlieffen’s Speed Bump Has Heavy Tanks. Who Knew?

Well, that’s one way to test your brakes. It’s probably an even better way to test your testers. Nobody bailed out, so I guess it’s a success. And the tanker didn’t sneeze at an inopportune moment, or discover a bumblebee inside the turret with him at a bad time, or spot his ex-girlfriend standing next to her new boyfriend in the front row, center, or there could have been trouble.

So there’s two conclusions we can draw from the video. The video says this is the Dutch military, so perhaps we’ve learned that the Dutch military consists of very brave persons, worthy of Borderline Sociopathic status. There’s another possibility. The Dutch military is unionized. No, really, there are four unions in the Dutch military.  So perhaps they were on a contractually mandated coffee break, and refused to move no matter what. There’s a principle involved, after all.

By the way, isn’t a Leopard tank a German tank?  They didn’t used to stop for the Dutch military.

(Thanks to Gerard van der Leun at American Digest for sending that one along. He may or may not be Flemish, could be Walloon, but I know he’s at least a loon)

The Final Countdown? Really? Oh Well, The Royal Thai Army’s Funky Cool Exhibitionist Exhibition Drill

The Final Countdown? Really? Oh Well, The Royal Thai Army’s Funky Cool Exhibitionist Exhibition Drill


Well, that’s funky but chic. But there’s a problem. It’s the Royal Thai Armed Forces we’re talking about here. And as near as I can tell, even though there’s currently 850,000 in the ranks, and they’ve been around since 1852, they’ve never won a war. Mostly Thais, mostly ties, I always say.

Kind Of A Shame All These Fellows Get To Do Is Pimp Slap Argentina Every Once In A While

Kind Of A Shame All These Fellows Get To Do Is Pimp Slap Argentina Every Once In A While


This is so much better than watching yesterday’s Broncos/Chargers game. I mean, at least the Patriots games have musket fire when the Flying Elvises score.

Cooperation and teamwork to the nth degree, all in the service of a common, difficult goal. There’s no showboating in the endzone, either. Of course if you’ve got the energy to showboat in the endzone, you were never really giving your all in the first place.

These men are upholding a tradition. The sun never sets on the British Empire. It’s a little country now, but there’s hardly a place on the map today that’s worth a turd that Victoria didn’t have something to say about at one time. The ex-British places are currently getting along alright without Royal Navy Field Guns on hand. But it looks like they could show up with them right quick if need be, so mind your manners.

Armyin’ Is Hard, Yo

Armyin’ Is Hard, Yo

Do not believe those commercials for the military you see at half time of the Buccaneers/Raiders game. The fountain pen you’re using to enlist doesn’t magically turn into a flaming saber and the clipboard doesn’t morph into a cuirass the minute you sign on the olive drab dotted line. You’ve got to go through basic training before you slay any dragons, dude or dudette. You have to sit on the bus and talk about shrimp first, Napoleon. It has always been thus.

Eisenhower had to get MacArthur’s coffee for a good long time before they let him up on the furniture. And no offense, but you’re no Eisenhower. So just try to hold the pin and throw the grenade, not the other way around, and do whatever the fellow with all the stripes and the stentorian voice tells you, and you’ll do fine.

[Thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along]