Happy Dominion Day
Being from Detroit, the week containing Dominion Day and July 4th was cause for celebration. In 1972, I was old enough to appreciate July 1 on a Friday and the 4th on Monday – and young enough to take full advantage of it. The fireworks shows from Belle Isle were something to experience.
Seems now most all of that is forced and over-celebrated … and even less so now that Canada is no longer our friendly neighbor.
Canada ceased being “Canada” when they changed their flag and went metric. I recall buying gas in Imperial gallons: 5 quarts to the gallon. Remember – the industrial Revolution which formed the basis of today’s technology was measured in imperial units, not French Revolution units.
Sorry, Canada – it was so good to know you.
Back in her travel agent days lo these many years ago, my wife got a call from one of her clients who had flown up to Canada to judge horses at some event. He was a well-known judge of quarter horses. Get me home, now, he said. It had transpired that when the Canookian at Canookian Customs checked his passport and inquired as to his purpose of visiting the Great White North, he replied truthfully and was immediately tossed into jail pending receipt of a ticket out. Ugly American, Yankee go home, and etc. Apparently, it’s fine for all their so-called “artists” to come to the United States to live, work and bash the United States, but a quarter horse judge was not allowed to come in to work a single event, eh?
In 1980 a friend and I drove from Florida to Seattle, by way of New York, on our way to Alaska to hunt fish and trap. We wanted to drive the AlCan up. Canada said nope. NO American guns.
So we went to SeaTac and bought tickets and jumped over Canada and landed in Anchorage. Our guns were right in the cabin with us.
The flight back was on Western Airlines and again our guns were in the cabin with us. That’s the last time I was on a plane because shortly there after they banned guns in the cabin.
I still want to drive the AlCan.
Our crew went to a family wedding in Canada last Fall. Flew to Seattle and drove up. Crossing the border was easy enough but that was a long six days that I lived without possessing my Glox17.
5th Generation Warfare
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In light of the changes occurring it seems that Perimeter Guard implementation is where the main development should occur. PG could also be the methodry for other tactics as well.
For instance, a way to control sound frequencies so as to create a “wall” that would be impenetrable to the UAV’s. Clearly, disabling the “control” of the drone, or lack thereof, is at the heart of the matter. But that’s just my opinion.
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We are witnessing the emergence of the Fifth Generation of Modern War, and like each previous generational shift, it represents what the Hegelians would call a dialectically qualitative change—not merely an evolution in tactics or technology, but a fundamental transformation in the nature of warfare itself.
This transformation is driven by the proliferation of unmanned systems—drones—which have done something unprecedented since the Peace of Westphalia: they have eliminated the sanctuary of the logistics space.
For the first time since modern warfare began, there is no safe rear area.
The combat zone has expanded from what was traditionally a 5-kilometer depth to 25 kilometers and beyond.
This is not simply longer-range artillery or deeper penetration by special forces—this is the permanent, persistent threat of attack against every element of military force, from the frontline rifleman to the supply depot hundreds of kilometers from the front.
But before we examine this revolutionary change, we must understand what came before.
Lind’s framework of the Four Generations provides the foundation upon which we must build our understanding of the Fifth.
More here:
https://aicentral.substack.com/p/five-generations-of-modern-war
I have little opinion on Canada, but I shake my fist at the metric system.
My problem with metric is that when it has to mesh with Imperial the math becomes confusing. An honest person understands that math wise, metric is so much easier to figure out because everything is base 10. But Imperial has a bunch of different rules depending on the subject matter.
16 ounces can be a pound or a pint but it’s not quite a half liter.
Depends on which way you were raised that determines which method you prefer.
In the army in europe in 74-78 they told us to learn the metric system because by the time we get back to the states they will have converted to metric. That didn’t happen, though they di try to blend them together, making all of it even more confusing for everybody. More gov’t wisdom.
I’m thinking of a rant about the metric system but basically: the imperial system is based on the first three prime numbers, 2, 3, 5 whereas the metric system only uses 2 and 5.
Tell me about it, brother.
My biggest exposure to the metric system was in flying in China. Most of the airspace in the world is defined by Flight Levels measured in feet. “Climb to and maintain Flight Level 350” means to climb to and maintain 35,000′ Above Sea Level. But China measures their Flight Levels in meters. As you enter Chinese airspace, they will tell you to maintain an altitude measured in meters. If you’ve been flying at FL 350, they’d say “Maintain 10,700 meters”. But 10,700 meters doesn’t equal 35,000 feet but instead 35,100 feet. So when we got that clearance, we’d have to repeat it back (to make sure that we understood what he was telling us), then consult a chart to find the feet equivalent of 10,700 meters, confirm this with the other pilot (because mistakes are always possible), and then set the airplane up to climb that 100′. Repeat this for every altitude clearance you get while in China.
That was all well and good, but get this: When it was time to begin our descent for a landing, the Chinese controllers would frequently tell us to maintain a certain descent rate in feet per minute. So they define altitudes in meters, but descent rates in feet.
I say that if I had to learn all the vagaries of the Imperial system, then everyone else can learn it too.
I used happily to say I was Canadian where I lived a good life as a youngster, attended excellent schools and learned so much about the great outdoors in that beautiful place full of empty spaces. It was then an orderly and well run country. That place is just a memory now. Makes me sad and also thank God for the USA.
I’m half-Canadian myself (as I keep repeating myself; proud of it) – ancestors settled Upper Canada in the 1700s. One branch were Loyalists who left the land of those traitors and moved north. Others were Scottish immigrants of the late 1700s/early 1800s.
I was the 5th generation at the (ONT) family farm when circumstances forced the sale. I regretted it at the time – I had planned to retire there – but the complications now make me glad all Canadian ties are cut. I sure miss the place as it once was. Don’t really care to go back and any relatives are too distant in blood to visit. Stars and stripes forever, eh?