Here’s a guy’s review on Yelp of the Pima Air and Space Museum –
I am not a fan of war history museums that do not show clear reasons why these machines were built and what may have been the consequences. It does not teach the consequences of wars, which I think many museums in the United States need to do. – Jonathan B. Tucson, AZ
Here is Ensign Pulver’s review of the review which he posted on Yelp –
I’m here to review Jonathan B’s review from 1/07/2016
This young man is clearly a product of our public school system. His ignorance of history and American civics is beyond belief. Yes, wars are horrible. But as long as despots exist, wars will exist. And the country or countries being attacked have every right to defend themselves.
Tens of millions of American men & women have defended our nation, wearing a Navy, Marine Corps, Army, Air Force or Coast Guard uniform. Millions have died or been wounded while wearing that uniform. Their sacrifices provide the liberty for Precious Snowflakes like Jonathan B to make idiotic statements like the one above.
As for myself, I am looking forward to my visit to this museum and I will be truly thankful for the opportunity to see the results of American ingenuity and bravery.
Maybe little Johnny should go visit a few veteran memorial cemetery’s to learn about the “consequences of wars” that the people buried there were forced to fight in defense of their country.
I’m guessing he goes by the name Jo fer short…
Nicely done, nicely done!
One small thing you might add if future circumstances call for similar smack-downs: add Merchant Mariners to the list. While not military, they were called upon to face the same enemies for the same ends as their Navy colleagues, and they performed valiantly. They knew the risks of what they were doing, and many were lost at sea. But their efforts and sacrifices got the essential materiel to the people and places where it had to go.
Disclosure: my late father was a US Navy submarine skipper, and his father was a merchant seaman.
I’ve got a few cards laying around for a free visit. Been there a few times, they love to have me back and give a free return visit that goes unused, I pay my share. Take the tour, I’ve never done the tour because I prefer to walk, but by the end of the day my feet are dead. Pretty cool place, we’ve spent hours on individual planes let alone the whole boneyard.
Jonathan B. clearly did his review from the 2nd stall in the ladies restroom in Target after eating a taco and grasshopper salad!
jon b. who felt it important to review a breakfast joint called EGGSLUT in los angeles.
Give the kid a break, there’s nothing wrong with him that 12 weeks at MCRD Parris Island wouldn’t cure. I know MCRD San Diego would be closer, but P.I. would put him farther away from his mommy and he wouldn’t be able to breast feed anymore!
Jonny B. Stoopid needs to be taught the consequences of NOT fighting evil. Oh, wait… B. Hussein Obama is doing that now.
JonathanB got “Pulverized”! And he needed it badly!
I’ve been to the Pima Air Museum and I found it to be a very somber place for someone who loves aviation as much as I do.
It was also the first time I ever got to touch an actual SR-71, of which I’m convinced that the guy who developed it (Kelley Johnson) was probably an actual extraterrestrial. The technology was 50 years ahead of its time – which forces one to ponder the thought, “what else must be already developed that we don’t know about”.
Meteor Crater wasn’t bad to visit either.
Not a museum visit. But today after going into the county court house to pay my property taxes I spent several minutes reading the names of the people listed on the WW-I memorial statue. I am a submarine service veteran, and had 6 uncles who were Army or Air Force veterans who served from WW-Ii to Vietnam . I appreciate what our veterans have done. Screw the ungrateful JB.
@Doc, Paris Is. has it’s own kinds of character builders, SD, the weather is always nice and there are no swamps, gators, humidity or the loathsome sand gnats. I was fishing a river bank in Belize, a local couldn’t keep his eyes off me. He couldn’t stand it any longer and asked, “Hey mon, deez bugs, dey don bite you? You de firs white man I seen who don scratch.”. I laughed, offered a beer, told him some stories.
I wasn’t a Marine, some saved my ass 45 years ago, they never go thirsty if I’m in the bar. Usually stay out of them during grad week, it would break me.
Semper Fi
Even if you don’t go in the museum, just driving by Davis Monthan AFB is special. So many young heroes working a helluva lot longer than 8 hour days, many for less than they’d make on welfare. Lots of history in all those planes being turned into aluminum foil. Best of all, the chances of running into a special snowflake is slim. Mostly old vets who’ve paid their dues.
Another TUSD grad.
Dangit, Fur keeps calling me Ensign Pulver even though months ago I changed my screen name and avatar to Mansfield Lovell, Famous Fuckup Confederate General !
Many of you may remember my Ensign Pulver avatar, a PBM Mariner seaplane on a JATO takeoff run off Saipan. My father flew as crew chief and flight engineer on PBM’s in WWII and he flew them as co-pilot or pilot in the Korean War. His VP squadron in WWII was VP-216 and Korea it was VP-42, the Sea Demons. VP-42 earned the nickname “The Minehunters” because an enterprising crew chief put extra M-2 Browning .50 cal’s in the nose and they’d dive on Commie mines floating in the Yellow Sea and the Sea of Japan and strafe the shit out of them, blowing them up. He & his crew earned the Air Medal by successfully outflying a pair of MiG’s that jumped their lumbering PBM.
Well, pneumonia prevented me from attending Dad’s funeral at Arlington a couple months ago. So next month my fiancee and I are going to visit Pima where they have the only remaining PBM Mariner in the world. It’ll be my half-assed way of saying goodbye to Dad. Anyway, you can imagine my anger at Jonathan B when I read his incredibly stupid and insensitive review on Yelp. My father would have referred to him as a “goddam filthy hippie!” 🙂
Happy Friday, y’all!