Michelle Obama attacks the DFAC
More social engineering, this time in the messhall. This Reuters story starts out telling us how fat Americans can’t get in the military and somehow it’s the messhall’s fault;
Obese Americans in the military are a national security hazard and U.S. first lady Michelle Obama wants to see that change.
Obama, who has led a healthy eating and fitness program for children for two years, lent her voice on Thursday to the military’s efforts to overhaul the food it serves.
In an event at Little Rock Air Force Base, Obama announced a new Pentagon obesity and nutritional awareness campaign that will change nutrition standards across the services for the first time in 20 years.
Yeah, if they’re eating in the messhall, they got into the military, so they’re not among those 25% who are too obese to get into the military. See how that works?
Flagwaver sends us a link to The Blaze which reports that Obama, the hairless Wookie, is giving nutritional advice to airmen at the DFAC;
She encouraged healthy habits during a visit with individual airmen at their tables.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be a vegetable guy soon,” she reassured one airman.
She stressed that it’s not just about giving members of the armed services a more svelte profile: There are big national security and budget implications.
Yeah, I weighed 155 pounds when I got out of the military and ate at least once-a-day in the messhall. It wasn’t the food, it was the activity that kept me svelte. I needed the SOS I had every morning to replace the energy I’d burned off during PT.
Now, unless she plans on having Americans line up outside the DFAC for their meals, this is just political posturing. Yeah, good nutrition is important to the military, but they don’t need the first lady telling them to become vegetarians. Maybe she should knock off those cheeseburgers and chilifries and drop a few pounds off of that fanny pack she’s carrying around first.
Category: Barack Obama/Joe Biden, Military issues
“Spliffy”: the only reason someone who’s Ranger qualified wouldn’t be able to make it in SF would be if the Ranger was a dumb SOB. From what I’ve seen of his work, Jonn’s no dummy.
On the other hand, what I’ve seen from you on this thread doesn’t impress me. At least not favorably.
DUIDave: Jeez. Why in the hell do you think I’m willing to give you ANY benefit of the doubt? That’s precisely why I’m willing to allow that you MIGHT be legit. If you were claiming to be from an Active Component SF unit and couldn’t name all of those in your BATTALION who didn’t come back alive, I’d be raising the BS flag on a 100-foot flagpole.
Anon…remember, it was Jonn that Gen. Shinseki was speaking of when he said, “Who knew infantrymen could write?”
CI, I was actually referring to the DFAC at Riley. Deployment chow. . . well it was fine, but it was like eating at country kitchen buffet. EACH. AND. EVERY. DAY. That was on the good day. The K-rats were likely to go through you. Man I remember sharting out whole beef cubes.
NHSparky: as I said, Jonn’s no dummy. (smile)
DUIDave, I can remember the name of every member of my National Guard battalion who didn’t come home. I was part of the funeral honors team for all seven. I can name all seven, and I was only in a National Guard Infantry Battalion. 2/162 INF of the 41st BCT(e).
I’ve met a couple of SF guys before. They are hard chargers who will unfuck any problem that a troopie could ever think of having. I had beers with them after a funeral for a soldier we lost who was part of their unit when he was active.
As for the Mess Hall debate, let the cow chew her fat burger that will only increase the gravity well in her ass. I’ll stick with my diet. Right now, I’m pulling down about 3,500 calories a day. No, I’m not attempting to get a ghetto ass of my own. I’m training up to have some fun in the Warrior Dash this summer and want to look all hot and sexy running it in a kilt and combat boots… only a kilt and combat boots!
This is sad, I was having a ball reminiscing about c rats and chow halls and it degenerated into this. My only comment about the non-cuisine portion of this fiasco is, in my experience the person or persons who get snarky or defensive are hiding something.
One of my favorite chow hall memories was when we got sentenced to 29 Stumps, we stopped at some AF base between Pendleton and the Stumps for morning chow. We disembarked those horrid green weenie busses, formed up and started marching towards the chow hall. 99% of the airmen stopped dead in their tracks. I also recall AF chow being pretty good.
I ate in mess halls every day, weighed around 160 and ran marathons while at Bragg. Pretty sure I didn’t need the National Scold to tell me how to eat. Why is Michelle My Bell going after the military? They are an easy, captive audience. If your in and can’t pass your physical then your out. Duh
Heh… We had a fusebox to one minor component (control power for some small pump) located in the cooler to the chief’s mess on our ship.
We tagged that sumbitch out just about every week for “thermal imaging”. Then we’d bring in the empty NFTI case and get to work…
My workcenter ate well on deployment.
Yeah, dimbulb mentioning the Jedburgh knife serial number kind of proves he’s a poser.
Teddy…that’s about the only advantage to being on a bird farm is you still get COD underway.
That and you get to play mindfuck games with airedales.
Yat Yas…March AFB? Or if you go WAY back, George AFB?
My first experience with that stupid color code in the DFAC was last year in Iraq. The colors changed almost daily. It used to just list calories, fat, etc.
My favorite Mess hall story was in San Diego(Dry side) We were walking up to the mess hall and the 18 wheeler parked out back had this writen on the trailor.
“FOOD FIT ONLY FOR INMATES AND SERVICE MEMBERS”
Ans that was the best mess hall that i’ve eatten in, Navy wise anyway
@115- the aft mess decks on a Nimitz class has a dreadfully labeled “chill/thaw room” at the very head of the starboard line, right before you pick up your tray. We’d routinely see the mess cranks loading boxes of questionable meat into it, stepping over the crates of moldy strawberries. The smell of the “chill/thaw room” has taken many a sailor out of the chow line.
“Yeah, if they’re eating in the messhall, they got into the military, so they’re not among those 25% who are too obese to get into the military. See how that works?” Yeah that was my line of thinking. Dumb Broad!
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