The fix, it turned out, was in.
As everyone who has not been under a rock knows, the two women who have been in Ranger School for six months or so as ambassadors militant for their sex are set to graduate, By Direction of the President, this week. Since the President is coming to the graduation, there can be no question of them not passing or being graded like the real students. They are tabbed out, which requires a definition of this ancient Ranger term (well, it appeared to be of very great antiquity when we contacted it in Ranger school in October, 1982). What is “tabbed out”?
It’s an insidious attitude that some Ranger School attendees get when they are confident that they have enough patrols to graduate personally; a certain personality type, a Courtney Massengale if you will, ceases effort beyond the minimum. He’s (and up to now, they’ve all been “he”s) tabbed out.
If not before, our two women were Tabbed Out the moment the phone rang in Building 4, telling someone that the Preident was coming to their graduation. By Direction of the President, they were tabbed out. Nothing they did after that point could have prevented their graduation, probably not even dying — unlike previous deaths on the course, they’d have gotten a posthumous tab.
The Ranger Instructors are alert to this phenomenon and, where they can, administer doses of humility when required. They can’t always.
There have always been a few candidates — sons of serving generals, for instance — for whom Failure Was Not An Option, not because they had no failure in them (we have learned that martial ardor is a more heritable trait than martial ability), but because their success was decreed from On High, usually from the CO or even the Benning CG.
In this case, the men filling those positions are fully-on-board Diversity Is Our Strength social justice warriors.
There’s no Tabbed Out like Tabbed Out By Direction of the President.
Diversity is Strength!
Is diversity strength? It depends, of course. If you left out any of the three ingredients in a structural part made of carbon fiber cloth, epoxy resin, and epoxy hardener with the latter two reacting in a typically exothermic reaction, well, you would have floppy cloth with goop on it, not a structural part. But if you added to carbon fiber, epoxy resin, and hardener an equal quantity of straw and manure (recognizing, say, the vibrant contributions of Afghan home builders), then that particular diversity would not be strength. Hence, “it depends.”
In the end, “Diversity is Strength” sounds less like a rational statement and more like a hortatory slogan, the kind so acidly skewered in Orwell’s 1984: War is Peace! Freedom is Slavery! Ignorance is Truth!
Diversity is Strength!
You almost want it to be an antiphonal call-and-response: “Diversity is Strength!” “Amen!”
No, diversity is not strength. Judicious diversity, which is not the sort pursued today, is how the addition of carbon to iron produces steel. Addition of cobalt, of tungsten, chromium or nickel in trace amounts produces all the many structural and mechanical steels that, unseen, make the world work — the real world, the one that the English majors and lawyers simply grow atop like mildew, thinking that they’re in command.
Addition of random ingredients to your melt isn’t likely to produce superior steel — diversity, in that case, is “inclusions.” To burn it down to a slogan, except for very few very defined instances, Diversity saps Strength.
The Lesson of 1974
1974 was a great year for social justice warriors. For the United States, of course, it was a year of chaos, retrenchment and decline, which may or may not be related to that. But in the Army of 1974 — an Army riven by a rocky transition from a narrow, unfair draft, by racial division, and rampant drug use — the Most Important Thing wasn’t solving any of those problems, about which leadership was in deepest denial.
It was (drumroll please) Opportunities for Women.
First, and most important to Academy graduates, at least, the Military Academy prepared to admit its first women, who would be the only members of the Class of 1980 celebrated by the press. (The press, then as now in the grip of its not-antiwar-just-on-the-other-side shame from Vietnam, wishes the Army and all in it ill, so perhaps lionization in the press is not a good marker of martial value). But what we saw was the change imparted to another venerable institution, and one that had rather more to do with victory in WWII than West Point did, to wit, jump school.
Airborne School admitted its first women in 1974. And the first women were carefully selected and prepared female officers (sound familiar?) who were subject to sex-normed “same standards” as the men. By all accounts, that first class actually did their best and met the standards, as long as you only graded them on the female curve.
The problem with carefully selecting women who can almost hang with the guys is this: you run out of freaks of nature and weight-lifting high-T lesbians pretty quickly. So for subsequent classes, the powers that be had to either accept very high female attrition or lower the standards further. In the end, they essentially dropped standards for female attendees and that led to a precipitous drop in standards at the school in general.
It started with the runs. Airborne runs were once “legendary,” as in stories told to both encourage and intimidate the young, but within a few years they were “legendary,” as in “something that took place so long in the past that all that is left is apocryphal oral tradition. At first, women who fell out of runs were yelled at and shamed but they cried and called their Congressmen, so that stopped. Within a very few years, they ran if they wanted, and didn’t run if they didn’t feel like it, and no one said anything. The Army made sure the recruiting brochure for jump school looked like a college catalog: a centrally managed race and sex mix designed to look Inclusive.
True, paratroopers coming out of the course could no longer be expected to have displayed courage, fitness, and commitment, but none of those things were necessary any longer: diversity was our strength!
By 1980, the date of the emergence of that first batch of West Point women from their cocoon on the Hudson, it was functionally impossible to fail jump school. Sure, there was still plenty of pointless hazing and harassment, and this induced people to quit, but by 1980 there were no standards. Fog a mirror, pass the course.
In that case, why have a course? The essence of military parachuting can be taught to a static-line jumper in a day, maybe a half day. But the course is what they’ve always done; for the Army, then 205 years of tradition untainted by progress, better to have a sham course than to admit the Emperor’s hairy butt was showing.
What happened in Airborne School happened across the military. At first, “women just want to compete on the same level playing field.” Then, “the standards are biased against women.” At first, “women don’t want to change the Army, they want to join it.” Then, it was, “the culture is hostile to women.”
From there it was a short step to making mechanics take down Snap-On calendars in the motor pool, because the slinky girls on the calendars, and the fact that the men liked looking at them, were kryptonite to the acidulous Sapphic sadducees of DACOWITS.
It was a short step from the first guy whose career got canc’d because he pointed out the the girls in his motor pool couldn’t lift their toolboxes, to contracts demanding impossible lighter tools, to a motor pool where a guy carries the girl’s toolbox, always, and she thinks she did it herself. Because you go, girl!
From there, it was a short step to where we are today.
The Publicity Campaign
And that brings us to today’s publicity campaign. It has been unprecedented in its breadth: it not only has reached the usual febrile triage plazas of diversity cant, but the PR agency actually got the mother of one of the Rangerettes on the Rush Limbaugh show. And it has been unprecedented in its persistence. They’ve even reached out to blogs hostile to their message, in this format:
From: Cathy Renna <email@example.com>
Date: Tue, Aug 18, 2015 at 2:19 PM
Subject: Expert Availability Re: First Women Graduating Army Ranger School
To: [a well known military blog]
THIS IS BEING SENT AS A COURTESY – PLEASE CONTACT SUE FULTON IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN FOLLOW-UP
Media Contact: Sue Fulton
Expert Availability Re: Women Graduating Army Ranger School
Washington, DC – Two women West Point graduates are poised to become the first women to graduate the Army’s Ranger School.
The following women West Pointers are available to discuss the impact of this historic event:
Donna McAleer, West Point ’87, author of “Porcelain on Steel: Women of West Point’s Long Gray Line,” member of the Defense Advisory Committee on Women in the Service.
Anne MacDonald, Brig. Gen. (ret.), West Point ’80, part of the first West Point class to graduate women, the only class of ’80 woman to reach general officer rank.
Sue Fulton, West Point ’80, part of that first class, first woman graduate Chair of the West Point Board of Visitors.
Targetcue, by the way, is a GLBT advocacy firm closely tied to the administration, that works largely through a network of gay and lesbian reporters. It’s managing partner (and, it seems, chief cook and bottle washer) is Cathy Renna, who sent the above email. (We have removed details of email and phone addresses, because even militant lesbians trying to destroy the Army have a right privacy).
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You might be inclined to credit her for all the publicity barrage we’re seeing, but Targetcue is just one of scores if not hundreds of PR flack rookeries that have been mobilized not only to sell the public on the idea of Rangerettes, but to make it seem as if the public was always sold, and as if this whole idea originated out there in real America and not around conferences tables of careerist officers and lesbo-feminist activists. Those aren’t equivalent groups but there is a large intersection in the sets.
We’re teaching our young officers that they can have anything they want if they just throw enough of a tantrum. That will be one hell of a military to send into combat.
Of course, they won’t care. By then, they’ll be out. They’ll be “activists.”
The Navy folded, and CNO Jon Greenert says SEAL standards will drop to meet the available women. (That’s the real subtext of all his bloviating. He knows who signs his paycheck). Where are they going to get SEALettes from? Maybe Cathy Renna has some in her little black book. And mad social justice leader Ray Mabus has set a 25% floor for women in the Navy and Marines — and every job therein. Guided by the wisdom of Comrade Academician Lysenko, we move forwards to the New Soviet
Man Nongendered Human Being. Meanwhile, everybody’s racial classification, the bean most lovingly counted by racialist diversicrats, turns out to be remarkably fluid.
How does the Army meet these raised stakes in Diversity Poker? Well, one of the Rangerettes hasn’t been awarded the title of Best Ranger yet. That’s still open! And there’s this ugly guy with lipstick just named to some White House position. Why not make him/her/it Secretary of Defense? It’s not like the guy in the office now would be missed. Heck, there’s the Trans Barrier, and then there’s the Poly Barrier, and then there’s the NAMBLA Barrier. There’s no end to the Diversity that can be our Strength!
Meanwhile, the Army has announced that most soldiers will not be able to trade above squad level this year as the Army regresses to Depression-era end strength. Leadership emphasis is, you see, elsewhere.
Meanwhile, 10k .mil email addresses (6.8k Army) were found on the Ashley Madison hook-up web site, and the DOD is investigating all for adultery. That will help them get to the new 80k cuts they’re talking about, and a few more to make room (If you’re counting, 45 DHS emails, 88 Bureau of Prisons, and 10 officials in Philadelphia city government, too). So moral of story: it‘s a really good time for warriors to leave and let the West Point activist types have the Army to themselves.