sunset from behind the wire

sunset from behind the wire

Monday, June 1, 2015

I am old fashioned?

I don't get it.
(Politico) The Supreme Court ruled Monday against the retailer Abercrombie & Fitch, 8-1, deciding that the company’s failure to accommodate a job applicant who wore a hijab violated civil rights law. 
The clothing chain declined to hire Samantha Elauf in 2008 as a sales associate because her hijab violated the company’s “look policy,” which at the time prohibited employees from wearing head coverings. Elauf was never informed of the “look policy.” Elauf filed a complaint with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission.
Abercrombie & Fitch apparently didn't tell the Muslim that you couldn't wear any sort of hat/headgear. That is the basis for the ruling. They have changed their internal rule now to include rags, scarfs or turbans, which should satisfy the Supreme Court for future rulings.

I want to make it clear here that I stopped using the Muslim-franchisee, Avis Rent-a-Car company in Atlanta because I was offended by the women in full tent/hijab who worked there. Part of the problem that I have is that I equate people so-dressed with enemies of my native land. I used to go to Atlanta all of the time for work.

I don't hate Muslims and I am not fearful of them (I have a Charles Martel style attitude) but I don't choose to do business or interact with Muslim women in hijab because it offends me. And if they don't like me either, I am not bothered by that. To be completely fair, I'm not comfortable among the trans-gendered in drag either because I think of them as "freaks". 

I'm waiting for the day when the government forces me to go to a Muslim or tranny-owned bakery to buy a birthday cake. (normally I go to Costco to buy birthday cakes because they're good and I'm cheap)


Entropy's Tithe

Yesterday, I had lunch with a few old Navy friends at McP's Irish Pub in Coronado, CA. Of those remaining, a subset of whom made the pilgrimage to McP's, about half are completely retired and the other half are doing something. The guys have the class of James Bond and the habits of a drunk mother at a family gathering. 

None of them had anything good to say about Barack Obama (referred to as "that f-ing mulatto") or Hillary Clinton (referred to as "that cupid stunt" - or something like that). Nobody had anything good to say about former Minnesota Governor Jessie (Jack-Off Jessie) Ventura, either. 

The Navy brought us together in various permutations and combinations. Some of us trained together, others in our little coterie fought or deployed together. A couple still work for sundry government agencies, but are planning to leave in the near future. Getting together at McP's is called, "going to church". Some of the guys actually go to church, and others don't bother. None of us stand out in a crowd, and looking at the band of aging warriors, a dozen or so sitting around a table in the pub, you'd think that we were just another bunch of patriotic Americans, which we are. About half are mustang officers. The other half left the navy as Senior Chiefs or Master Chiefs. Some are mean drunks, some are happy drunks, all are horny drunks. But most don't drink much anymore. 

The guys all looked OLD. I am ageless, like Dorian Gray with a picture somewhere that looks like a mummy...or so I tell myself. Three of the guys showed up on Harley Davidsons. I rode the Ducati Diavel. The first challenge brought my reply that I'd race anybody for pink slips who has the balls --- right out the door and down the Silver Strand. A few snarls and they stood down --and smiled. Nobody took the bait. 

We were all amazed to have lived this long (late 50's and early 60's). Why did we do it? The consensus: phobos, doxa & kerdos (Fear, fame and loot)...the universal motivation for all warriors. We figured out that there not equal parts - thin on the loot.

Ron's Garage band played...as usual. We talked of being rowdy but most of us are past doing it in such a way that there are witnesses to tell the tale.