I have only just begun listening to a podcast where Tim Pool is making the case that Civil War is right around the corner.

For the record, the sequence of videos was, “Tim Pool destroying some woke comedian” (that was my first introduction to the man and never harmful to watch woke people learn they are not the only people) and then the current one, “Tim Pool with Konstantin…”

If I search, I probably will find that I have shared the following war story before on here. But it is still relevant and I like telling stories that make me look good.

So there we were. (If I was a plane pilot, Top Gun-style, I would hold my hand out flat, palm down, to represent me in my plane. But I was flying a helicopter so we chopper pilots twirl our index finger like the “whoop-dee-doo” signal.)

So there we were.

In formation—combat spread.

Two (could have been more) Pave-Lows flying across the Iraqi desert in the middle of the night.

The cockpits are illuminated, low-lightedly, by the various aircraft instruments and, given this occurred in 2008, full-color multi-function displays which currently show a map and the helicopter symbol. (Pretty standard for any navigation today—but it was high-speed for military aircraft back then.)

The general way missions are flown is the aircraft commander manages, and the co-pilot flies. So I was on the controls.

According to the MFD (moving map, remember), there was a decently large body of water in front of the helicopter symbol. According to the earth in front of us, there was a trickle of a stream.

The aircraft commander, apparently focused on the MFD, questioned aloud my decision to incautiously continue approaching this cousin of the Pacific—especially since we did not even have our HEEDS bottles on us (little scuba gear things that we would fly with when flying over water in case we went down).

I was astounded and unable to check my astonishment and said, “Uh, there’s no lake.”

He proceeded to look outside which of course became a source of great shame.

The 53 has two pilots and a flight engineer up front. The FE sitting between the heroes.

Besides the MFD, there were FLIR screens and one of the FE’s (“seat”) duties was to call out “feet wet” and “feet dry” as appropriate so that we could all arm our HEEDs bottles etc.

On this night, Seat came through for me big time as he saw the trickle approaching and said, “Feet wet…feet dry” even faster than you just read them. Lol. So funny.

Do you understand me? Tim Pool, to get going, even used some other podcaster’s “one screen, two channels” witticism/analogy to describe what is happening in the country of late.

Hahahahaha.

Wrong.

There is only screen on and screen off.

Turn. Off. The. Screen. (At least if you desire, at least some of the time, to live under the banner of truth.)