Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2024

Humpday Humor

CNN has updated the image in their Iranian Navy story, but before they added the video of Barbara Starr this picture was what led the article. I didn't notice it at the time, but do you notice anything strange going on in this photo?


This is the caption provided by Getty.
Iranian clerics standing in front of the 'Jamaran', Iran's first domestically built warship, during naval maneuvers in the Persian Gulf on February 21, 2009. Iran's navy on February 19 launched in the Gulf its first domestically made destroyer in a ceremony attend by the supreme leader and the commander-in-chief Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, the media reported. AFP PHOTO/EBRAHIM NOUROZI (Photo credit should read EBRAHIM NOUROZI/AFP/Getty Images)
I can only assume the stringer who took the photo is someone who works for the Iranian government, as it is hard to imagine just anyone can take photos next to Iranian naval vessels.

For those who didn't catch the humor on first look, I'm specifically noting the formation of sailors where it appears one sailor has broken formation to grab the ass of his shipmate.

You have to love the Iranians and their photo propaganda ops. It is consistently pure photo humor gold. This photo reminds me of the good ole days where on a random hot July afternoon they would tow a swimmer delivery vehicle down the military parade route with a guy in his full diving suit - including oxygen tanks and mask - and sit at attention as if on drill. You have to pity the poor sailor who drew that duty.

Extra credit for the best comment.

Friday, March 18, 2024

Meanwhile, Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea...

Son, we live in a world that has Powerpoint, and those presentations have to be prepared by Commanders drinking coffee. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for the Powerpoint, and you curse the men who need them. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That my skills with Powerpoint, while tragic, probably saved careers. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, puts the color in the brief that makes things clear to the three-stars.

You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me preparing those briefs, you need me printing those briefs. We use words like slides, graphics, pie chart. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent creating Powerpoint presentations that are obsolete ten minutes before anyone else even sees them. You use them as a punchline.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the umbrella of the very six-color quad chart that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a copy of Microsoft Office, and stand in front of the podium. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.