Well... unless you've been in a coma of late, you should be aware of the sudden uptick in the use of... aerosol, crowd disbursement technology.
Earlier, we saw good ole' "Tony Baloney" almost two months ago doin' his best "violation-of-everybody's-pepper-spray-protocol" coupled with ... "I thought the Bill of Rights" started with number two" shtick.
No, Tony... you're number two.
The new poster boy for the "repressive, fascist asshole, drunk on his own marginal power" movement is the fat cunt you see to the left.
That is one Lt. John Pike, a "campus charlie" (an old UofM term from my childhood) at UC Davis.
Fat boy's antics are now broadcast all over the world so I'm not going to go over them again but, if you want to get in touch with Fat John - to, I don't know... chew the fat, talk about how much people you don't like, suck - Here's his info - courtesy of Anonymous; the people no one should piss off - even though they may in their parent's garage on their sixth Mountain Dew of the night:
Address: 4005 Cowell Blvd, Apt 616. Davis, CA 95618-6017
I Googled this place. It's up for sale! No price listed but, 120 units... total square-footage... 1000 times that ergo, the average apt. size is... 1000 sg ft.
This leads me to infer that boy isn't married... at 38. Unless Mrs. Pike is willing to live in a matchbox with an over-bearing dick.
Point is: He's single girls, possibly not for long. I guess he has tons of pizzas delivered to his house.Lt. Pike is quite the item now. There is an entire site where you can post you own version of his behavior at UC Davis. Note, I've helpfully provided a starting point for any who like to see him pepper-spraying... I don't know - Ayn Rand.
Anyway, enough of flipping shit at two abusive, cock-sucking cops who bring disgrace to every decent State Trooper, Sheriff's Deputy, and Police Officer in the... world.
This chemical agent thing is taking off. It's now an aid to shopping - if you can believe that.
Yeah, someone cuts you off in the check-out line, hose 'em down. You know: it is essentially a "food product".
And she's right. Why, if I was to pull a leg-of-lamb out of my freezer and - I don't know - beat her dumb-blond brains out with it - it's still essentially a food product.
Am I right? Hell, if I liked lamb, I could cook it up and chow down. No murder weapon... I mean food product.
Back to another seeming "food product". I say 'seeming' because mustard gas has nothing to do with the condiment other than, in it's original, Great War formulation (ie sulphur mustard) that's what it looked like. It was later fine-tuned into nastier versions such as nitrogen mustard which we'll bring up later.
Unlike its predecessors, chlorine and phosgene, it wasn't actually a gas.
While chlorine and phosgene were easily detectable, especially chlorine, and were readily dispersed by wind - to the extent that such dispersal could come right back at the user - mustard was a "persistent agent".
Being an oily yellow liquid resembling diesel fuel, it was spread out in a cloud of droplets at the impact of the shell carrying it.
Where it landed on exposed skin it produced severe chemical burns. In the eyes - blindness, lungs - ultimately, pneumonia.
And, it would stay in the ground, on surfaces and in water in shell holes, remaining active for several days to weeks.
For example, the owner of the ass shown in the drawing did nothing but sit on the ground were mustard was present - eleven days prior to modeling for the pic.
This poor slob just put on his glove not knowing that some was on the back of it. The photos show the aftermath: One day, two days, one week.
Nasty shit. The one consolation was that virtually no chemical agents were used during the Second War. The Japanese dropped some mustard on Chinese and the Luftwaffe dropped some on Poland very early in the war but that was it.
Fact is, Hitler had been temporarily blinded due to mustard gas in WW1 and didn't want to use it ever.
This didn't stop its manufacture, by the thousands of tons. The US, in particular made copious quantities for use in retaliation should Fritz forget himself.
"Umatilla Chemical Depot sends off last shipment of weapons"
Just last month.
The black, wavy line is the Columbia River. Portland lies a couple hundred miles to the west.
The depot itself is the brown, semi-trapezoid at the center. The town of Umatilla is in the upper right.
All those beautiful green circles - fields irrigated with center-pivot systems.
So, stuff grows there. People live there.
I've driven within a mile or two many times as this it the spot to cross over to Washington when going to the old homeland.
Then, there are things such as the title of this blog post:
"Umatilla Chemical Depot Mustard Gas Leaks, The Business of Destroying Chemical Weapons Stockpiles"
Don't sweat it. According to the map above, you only had to be five miles or more away to not be in the "Immediate Response Zone."
In the event of catastrophic failure the big worry wouldn't be the mustard so much as all the nerve agents also stored on site.
So, being this is in Washington's and Oregon's backyard, it's good that our inept, inefficient government finally got around to destroying (At great expense - after having produced it at similar expense decades ago) this stupid, nasty shit.
About fucking time.
Ultimate amount finally shit canned: 37,000 tons.
In conclusion; remember nitrogen mustard?
During WW2, the US Navy secretly transported thousands of artillery shells to Europe - just in case.
On November 18, 1943, the Germans staged an air raid on the port city of Bari in Italy.
Eighteen ships were lost including the Liberty Ship, SS John Harvey which just happened to be carrying "...2,000 M47A1 World War I type mustard gas bombs, each of which held 60-70 lb of sulfur mustard."
Several hundred Navy personnel were affected and the government covered it up until the war's end.
However, the medical officers treating the survivors noticed a decreased number of "lymphocytes" whatever those are.
This information was paired with research into medicinal uses for nitrogen mustard which eventually led to Mustine, the first chemo-therapy drug.
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1st Sgt. Milton Anthony Warden.
"From here to Eternity"
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