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The

LOGVolume 89, Issue 8I-day 2012

Yeah, were shameless.

MIDS

Of The United States Naval Academy

The Throwback Issue

Volume 90, Issue 3 | Age of Enlightenment, 2013

The

LOG


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StaffEditor-in-ChiEfKatie Davidson 13

Salty SamSalty Sam 13

righthandhEnChmEnMel Sluzewicz 13Kyle Hatcher 13

layout EditorMike Ebeling 15

BuSinESS managEr

Lindsay Boyd 14ChiEf mEdiCaltEStSuBjECthannah BoBBEll 15

rESidEntartiStSjoShua mokraCEk16

matthEwBrook15

offiCEr rEprESEntativECDR Huey

Te LOG magazine is a 28 page, monthly publication produced by and or Midshipmen. Found within is a satirical compilation o real and exaggeratednews articles, editorials, adertisements, cartoons, and more. It provides an outlet or your creatiity, artistic ability, comedic talent, and (maybe)critical-thinking. Te opinions expressed herein are those o LOG sta members, and in no way refect those o the Department o the Nay, the

Department o Deense, the National Security Council, or the President o the United States. We do not intend to undermine the Mission o the UnitedStates Naal Academy, or by extension, the Constitution o the United States. Our goal is to reeal Academy lie as obsered by Midshipmen, and todelier a publication that is truly their own.

Principles of The LOG

ContEntS

4 From the top

6 Salty Sam

8 Yesterday

9 Great Moments in USNA History

11 Back To the Future

12 1,000 Words

14 Rickovers Inferno

18 Les Restrictables

22 Military-Land

Visit us online at www.usna.edu/thelog oremail us at [email protected]


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TopThe

FromHello again Brigade,

In light o the new changes o USNA, Te LOG sta decided to provide a glimpse to the past.Im a big enthusiast o history and learning rom ones mistakes and successes in the constant pursuit o improve-

ment.In order to provide to you, the Brigade, with some laughs as well as put into perspective how ar we have (or havent)

come since 1911, the year o the inception o this abulous publication.Why the Trowback Issue, you ask? Are you simply living in the past, Ms. Davidson?Perhaps.However, in order to improve, one must constantly re-examine the past.I do not believe that history repeats itsel.However, it does tend to rhyme.Mark wain said that. I like to consider him a airly intelligent human being with at least some insight to the human

condition.But I digress.In my time here, I have ound that USNA (or at least its student body) tends to be very opposed to change, no mat-

ter what it may be.And that makes me sad when I really think about it.I think we can all agree that we are a airly set-in-our-ways species as Midshipmen.

We gure out a system that works, and we stick with it because it usually leads to success.But when that system is interrupted by either positive or negative innovation, we gawk, reject, complain, and then

ultimately and begrudgingly accept.

Im not going to lie, the new watches are kinda annoying.Im still waiting to see what the construction will reveal in Rickover, and theres a new route everyday.

When will the area in ront o 8th wing be nished?Why must we have rolling tray in the morning?Weve seen quite a bit o shis in our daily routines.Ive recently added 0530 tours to mine, and Ill be honest, its certainly not the most convenient thing in the world.But damn it, Im going to graduate.And what is really so bad about meeting new people at meal?I think its sae to say, that maybe we all need to smile a little bit more.Happiness is a choice. So is success.And laughter.

So Why not choose all o the above?I present to you, Mids rom 1st to 8th wing, a blast rom the past!*Explosions o reworks and happiness and joy!*

MIDN Katie DavidsonEditor-in-Chie


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eTTers

ediTorToTheL

Dear Editor,

Why cant we call it the Dark Ages?

-2/C Conused at Dants Call

Dear 2/C Conused at Dants Call,

Presumably, each winter will now be reerred toby a amous epoch in history. Next year should be

the Age o Aquarius, which i my latest dance-o-the-planets email is correct, means Venus will move intoits second wind and the Plebes will chop backwards.

- Editor in Chie

Dear Editor,

Why all the watches all o a sudden. Cant plebesand youngsters take care o the deck?

-2/C Jaded

Dear 2/C Jaded,Plebes and youngsters are extremely irresponsible. I

mean, we cant even trust them with water boilers, andIm airly certain most o them havent signed their2-or-7s.

-Editor in Chie

Dear Editor,

Why did last years Brigade eedback so oen re-semble this letters to the editor section?

-3/C Anonymous

FROM HE LOG EDIOR:Please police yoursel.

-Editor in Chie

Dear Editor,

Why the groovy retro issue?

3/C Liing in the Past

Dear Liinginthepast,

In a series o unortunate events, the Log Sta was held hos-tage by hipsters rom St. Johns and orced to endure hours o

vinyl records o indie olk so-rock. Tis ullls but one o theirmany demands...

-Editor in Chie

Dear Editor,

Are Seal pins authorized or liberty attire?

-4/C Pinnipeds

Dear 4/C Pinnipeds,

Yes, a 4 x 6 inch insignia o ur seals rolicking in the tundrais now allowed or wear on SDBs.

-Editor in Chie

Dear Editor,

Is the goat still old and gnarly?

- 4/C Singalong

Dear 4/C Singalong,Yes, although he was attending school at I tech in D.C. whenhe spotted a lady with oats. Unortunately, he ollowed this ladyto a central median near the Pentagon, where he was ound.

-Editor in Chie


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YOU SHALLNO PASS

Welcome back, as always, to that period aectionately re-erred to as the Dar... I mean Age o Enlightenment. Is that

what we call it now? Or is it Dark Ages o Enlightenment?Tat one has the most words so well go with that.

At any rate, its January, the sun is shining, its 80 degreesoutside, the birds are chirping and un is in the air. Oh, wait,thats the orecast rom the last time my Iphone had serviceenough to update the weather last August.

Well, at the very least we should look at the ew silverlinings we have. And its probably good to look at themnow beore we go over the Fiscal Cli and have to sell them.(Tats an econ joke, dont say we didnt do anything or

you, Group 3 majors).Silver lining numero uno? Smoke Park is about hal done

and looks pretty nice. It sure will be nice or the class o2013 to enjoy saundering around the inner courtyards oBancro when they nish it just in time or graduation.

Silver lining number 2? New squads ull o new people toget to know. Luckily during the chaos o the morning theresa time to sit back, relax knowing you have your own seatand enjoy warm conversation with your squadmates.

Speaking o which, were now all encouraged to invite aca-demic proessors to King Hall, presumably because theyve

wanted an excuse to eat the ood weve all been ravingabout. Im not sure how this will play out to be honest. Imean, its awkward enough running into most o your pro-essors in the hallway or, worse yet, while out on liberty. (Bythe way, please send us as many awkward stories about run-ning into teachers as possible. Ex. I ran into Proessor Xat Hot opic in the Annapolis Mall and we were purchas-

ing the same wilight Hoodie, you know the one with theglittery vampire? Yeah, it was awkward. Signed, MIDN Y.Also, pictures are encouraged, particularly because theyllmake the situation more awkward).

Im also not quite sure the logistics o bringing teachers toKing Hall. Aer all, dont they live in whatever classroomin which I have their class?

I was also under the impression that Bancro was a kindo Mordor to them guarded by CMODs. YOU SHALLNO PASS without a general examination o your identi-cation documents.

Its not all bad, though. Aerall, you could leverage a ewbrownie-points out o it, by which I mean bribe him or her

with Oreo brownies. I that doesnt work (highly unlikely),Im sure it will at least be a test o your conversational skills.

ry playing the game Dont talk about anything relating toclass ( a un derivative o Dont talk about the Academythat is all too uncommonly played while on leave).

Aer sitting in silence or a while, next try to ask themabout their private lie, with questions such as How muchdo they pay you?, Is that or teaching, babysitting Mids, orboth?, Ok, be honest, that one guy in the back row annoys

you too?, and What was the worst Midshipman you hadand what kind o Admiral is he now?

And all the inevitable bries arent so bad. Aer all, ourgood riend and administrator o NASA is coming back orhis ourth (or h lecture) in the last year or so. I think thisones entitled, ER-MEH-GERD ASRONAUS!!! orsomething like that. We welcome you back Sir, because i

Or is it Dark AgesoEnlightenment?


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ER-MEH-GERDASRONAUS

Pray to St. Maverick,

Patron Saint o the Broviators

the Academy were SNL, you would be our Alec Baldwin.Tough i the Academy were SNL, this would prob-

ably be that period when all the unny people le andthe Log was made up o 10,000 plebes typing on 10,000keyboards. Only because o the general disregard or theircurew, theyre able to put out issues in a little over a year.

Which is why this Log was written in 2011.

Tis brings up an issue I need to address. Unortunate-ly, we survived the apocalypse. Our experts consulted theLog oracle (Mr. Chuckles, the anthropomorphic clock)and were almost positive that the end was near. Aerall,class was canceled or WO DAYS. HA NEVERHAPPENS. Tis did bring up the unortunate situationor which our pre-apocalyptic editors had not prepared:namely, we have nothing creative or unny to contributein the year 2013.

So contained in these hollowed pages is our past hal-lowed content. Te good stu, written back when Mids

had olksy things like attention spans, intellect, wit,and edoras that werent simply the indication o beingEuropean or a hipster. Tings werent all that dierent,though, despite the general cynicism which was thank-ully stamped out years ago.

And Id love to go on about this, but Im araid I mustget back to improving my Aviation Order o Merit, as allthe rest o you wannabe OP GUNS should.

I mean, when I heard the senior Naval aviator onthe yard (and resident astronaut, (HE WEN OSPACE!!!)) was also going to be the department chairo the Aerospace Engineering Department, I thought,great, thatll make Aerospace Engineering more, shall

we say, un. And I was right. Now, all those painstakinghours o nding the drag coecient pay o as being anAero major not only counts or your Aviation Order o

Merit, but the department chair o your very major sitson your SAR Board. Which is why its a good thing AeroMajors dont play avorites.

But, poor Poli-sci-and-yers, dont be alarmed. So longas you do ground school, become a part o V-NA, do

well in all your technical courses but dont do so well thatthe invisible iron st o naval reactors grabs you, apply orsome summer training opportunities, pray to St. Maver-

ick, patron saint o the broviators, you too can y!More importantly or Plebes and Youngsters, it means its

time to jump ship and go Aero, even i you dont really want toy. Service selection isnt until rstie year, but you have to get

yoursel on track O-DAY. None o this Well, I might want togo aviation. Pick a community, put down all your other riendsand only hang out with like-community-minded individuals.Youll not only go ar, your riends will tell you how much ur-ther than ar youve gone.

I do like this idea o having more orders o merit. Whyshould we be limited to an overall order o merit, an academicorder o merit and a military order o merit? Clearly what this

school needs is more orders o merit(s). Want to go nuke?Nuclear order o merit. Use the gym? Swoll order o merit.And what i you want to go SWO? Swodivation order o merit,naturally, which will be calculated by the pounds o coeeand donuts you consume, divided by the number o times youthought about working out.

You too can rule the SWOrld! Im SWO excited or you.And always remember, you can be my wingman anytime, so

long as youve shown a vital interest in being an aviator since therst o the no less than 300 times youve seen OP GUN.

-Salty 13


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From October 28, 1938


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The LOG Sta presents:

GREAT MOMENTS IN USNA HISTORY1911: The Immaculate Conception- The Log was born, a needed morale boost ater the administration orced

2/c to park their carriages at the polo felds.

1921: D&B is created- It is initially an organization or musically talented Midshipmen. The requirement was

later dropped, and Mids were eternally awakened rom their sports period naps.

1935: The inception o Salty- Its humor within humor. A man can be corrupted, but a symbol stands or some-

thing great.

1941: On a day which will live in inamy. The brigade was promised Bualo Chicken Sandwiches. Alas, they did

not recieve B.C.S.

1962: The Brigade, and presumably most o the ree world, waits with bated breath or news o whether the

parade was canceled.

1979: In what becomes known as the Forrestal Hostage Crisis, the Brigade is held captive or over 3 hours

until the new Commandant takes over.

1980-1988: The Reagan years. See inception o croquet, women, diversity, booming economy. One dark spot on

this pax annapoliscus, as the frst calculus course was taught because o administration-orced integration.

Separation by parts still remains in some classes.

1986- Top Gun comes out.

1990 - Though Mids tried, they were unable to bring down the great wall dividing them rom the civilian ree

world. The Bronze Curtain reigns orever.

1991 - Commandant declares This aggression will not stand as grunge styles invade USNA.

2000 - Y2K causes massive panic in the rest o the world. Ward Hall ears it may actually cause the internet

to work and moves to prevent such a catastrophe.

2012- World Ends


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Some Tings Never Change...

1923 2 0 1 31. Bancroft was overduefor repairs

2. The land where rickoveris was haunted

3. Cross country coachwas rookie coach of theyear

4. food was great

5. Severn was clean

6. everyone wore malecovers

7. last real plebe summer

8. Ragtime Style

9. MIds complain

10. The log didnt come outon time

1. bancroft is reallyoverdue for repairs

2. rickovers haunted

3. same coach...still here

4. foods still great...

5. severn was clean, by1922 standards

6. everyone wears male

covers

7. last real plebe summer

8. gangnam style

9. mids complain (online)

10. the log still doesntcome out on time


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1,000

Really Guys?

Back in the good ol days, kids, CA 5 was as easy aspressing 1-2-3-D

Meanwhile, at the Brigade Sports Complex...


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Words (Note: word Inflation is out of hand today)

Silly Civilians, Sleep is or Mids.

Te upright sleeper rom Skymall.A must-have or the upcoming Forrestal season

Sadly, no longer at the protein table


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Rickovers InfernoBy: Hannah Bobell15

Aer descending the stairs, there I was; alone, lost, and reallyready or lunch. (Tough not that Philly cheesesteak stu. Tatis the supreme epitome o nasty.) Hostilities barred me at everyturn; every room and door looked the same. Tough the wholeplace seemed to be lit, it was dreadully cold. From down theway, I could hear unintelligible grunts and moans, as i therewere a pack o dying beasts close by. Where in the hell am I? Ithought to mysel.

You mean where in my hell are you, said a voice. I spunaround and there, beore me, stood a translucent being with asporty mustache. Youre in the inerno. My inerno.

O, good sir, I pleaded. Spirit or end or whatever you arePlease, tell me who or what you are.Why, I am Albert Michelson! he boomed in a voice that

echoed with eternity. Discoverer o lights true speed! I havebeen sent by such ethereal proessors o the third group to helpguide and navigate you through this basement o horrors. How-ever, you must witness all levels o this eternal pit o torture.Your heart must be stout and your mind braced.Lead on, I replied gravely. I am not araid.Not yet you arent, he smirked. Here, gentle English major.

Hop onto my Nobel Prize!With his words, a large, shiny medal appeared out o thin

air and there it hovered like some sort o LCAC. Te ghostclimbed onto the prize and motioned or me to join him onhis vehicle. I too took a seat on the golden disk and away weoated.

Feast your eyes upon the eternal punishments, Michelsontold me.

Tat was when I saw the rst o them. Tey looked human,yes But something told me that this was not so. Tey movedlethargically, as i undead, eyes brimmed with red and lines o

atigue crossing their once youthul and careree aces. Teyshufed with heavy loaded sacks on their backs, moving in anddown an endless corridor o red doors, white walls, and blind-ingly pale lights. All o them carried a black can o some sort,which they would each take sips o periodically, shuttering asthey swallowed.Albert, I asked. Who be these poor, wretched souls doomedto wander with such heavy loads? And what vile gall are theyconsuming?

Tese be the transitory walkers, he explained. Neitherliving nor dead they have only but ten minutes to cross theabyss to their next torture. Te liquids you see in their hands

are energy drinks, poisonous draughts that are both nanciallydraining and addicting.

orture? I squeaked skeptically. You dont meanObserve, my guide demanded tersely.As we hovered by one o the rooms with open doors, I saw

a group o these aorementioned walkers. Tese were muchmore keenly alert, howeverthey had to be. Tey all sat bygiant computer screens, their aces pale and wan in the biliousglow o the machines. Endlessly, they typed a codea patterno some sort. 011011101110101111000... one muttered tohimsel. 000010101AAARRRGGG! Te nal numberresulted in a swi electric shock rom the machine.

Entry is incorrect, said a sterile, mechanical voice over a1MC. Te victim, breathing hard, hands shaking, started again.0110111

Tese are the electrical engineers, Michelson explained.Electricity is the ate they chose. Tus, it is their torment. Everytime they type in a piece o incorrect code, they pay dearly.

I said nothing in reply as we moved on to the next room. In it,victims were all ipped upside down so that they were stand-ing on their heads, their aces as red as a beetroot as the blood


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drained rom their legs. At the ront othe room, a man in a khaki suit drewstrange demonic symbols upon theboard while jabbering in a languagethat had been lost to mankind orcenturies.

I was araid to ask, but my curiosity

overcame my hesitancy. Andthese?Aeronautical and aerospace engineers,my guide replied. What you see onthe board are ormulas, ancient runesthat have lost their pragmatic mean-ing or ages. Tese souls, in order toachieve the skill o orientation, mustdo all memorization and calculationseternally on their heads so that as theirbrains expand they are slowly beingcrushed as their arms weaken.

I let out a low whistle. Not all are as prosperous as you, Eng-

lish major, the ghost said.Te next room we passed went deep and dark into the cavern-ous dungeon. In the middle was an endless black lake, tumultu-ous and renzied with crashing waves.

AHOY! someone called. Ten I saw that a small crawas out in the middle o the galesuch a small structure thatone could only call it a piece o gloried driwood. Clingingto it or dear lie were a group o soaked, cold, and miserablesouls. HELP US! one called. PLEASE! SOS! SAVE OURSOULS!

eacher! I cried. We must execute a Williamson turn atonce and save them!

No Tis is not possible, Michelson sighed sadly. Tesesouls battered by wind and weather have chosen their ate inthis dark, damp room. Tey are the NAVARCs and oceanengineers. O hear us when we cry to thee, or those in peril onthe seaTe journey continued. I suddenly elt weak and short obreath. eacher, I gasped. I do not think I can bear seeingany more o this suering. Please, make me look upon them nomore!

Have heart, child. Michelsons ace was placid and peace-ul. Stay strong. For now we descend into the deepest pit oRickover Te mechanical engineers.

As we went down deeper into the building, it began to gethottermuch hotter. From up ahead, I could hear shouts andblood-curdling screams: GE EM! FINISH HIM OFF!

From the distance, I could see the ominous glow o a redlight.

Albert, I gasped, could it be?Yes, he replied. Te arena.And an arena it was. Like the gladiators o old, the room was

lled with warriors going tooth and claw aer one another. Un-

like the ancient Roman times, however, there seemed to be nospectators. It was all against allno rules, no mercy. Some rodein battle cars while others commanded battle bots, all ranti-

cally trying to program, rewire, or end o an attacking oe. Tebattle was raging; no winner was to be seen. It was all just a giantarena o chaos as one engineer used his or her machinery to ripapart another.

eacher! I cried. Tey are tearing each other apart!Yes, my child, he replied sadly. But they will rejuvenate

themselves to ght another battle. Tat is the nature o thesecreatures. Tey must all be deeated, respawn, and then buildanother machine to ght another day.

I looked upon the horror beore me, a tangle o blood, wires,and metal scraps. But then the battle is never-ending!

His ace was stone. ill the Judgment or Graduation. Come.Tou hast seen enough.

Te Nobel Prize went urther into the blackness until the redhue o the arena was a distant memory. I had no idea where Iwas.

Albert, I began to say, where are weAnd then, a ash o light! Suddenly, I could see beore me the

ornate carvings, large windows, and coee bar o Mahans HartRoom. Never beore have I been so happy to see its ornate rugsand comortable couches! Te smell o resh roasted cappuc-cinos warmed my soul; the group three majors were loitering,some curled up or naps while others put their eet up while

delving into Milton.I began to step into the light, but then looked back into thedarkness, realizing my guide was not moving orward with me.

I can venture no urther, he moaned. Tis is my chain orall eternity. Farewell, gentle English major. Remember what youhave seen and have compassion on these suering spirits. I mustnow leave you.

Beore I could say another word, Michelson had dissolved intothe blackness without a single glint or trace o the Nobel Prize.


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Why I love Rolling ray or Breakast

1. I really hate my squad, and seeing them less is a good change o pace.

2. As a squad leader, it gives me a chance to act like a slob, instead o eeling obli-gated to uphold manners.

3. Te less ood I get makes it seem like they made better ood, instead o justserving the same portions o the same ood.

4. Te added exercise rom walking all the way to the anchor may just make upor the chocolate-chip mun I eat every day.

5. Ive yet to lose any limbs to the bagel slicer, though its a constant ear in mymind.

6. It eels like Im participating in a giant ash mob in King Hall when the other

3,999 Mids go down right aer ormation.

7. I really like the ash mob aspect.

8. I dont know what Ive been doing all these years without watching Fox &Friends. Hahaha the pre-written banter cracks me up.

9. Lots o new people to stare at in silence.

10. Because we are a school o warriors, and nothing gets me ready or martialarts class like eye-gouging plebes to get a seat.

By: Firstie McSquadleader 13


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You come to me and you say - LT, Put me on the weekend list

But you dont ask with respect. You dont ask how Imdoing. You dont even thinkto call me Sir. Instead, you come into my office on this, the start of the three-day

weekend, andyou ask me to give you a weekend.

Comic by Mike Ebeling 15Illustrated by Josh Mokracek 16


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Les Restrictables

As I alluded to in my previous Letter to the Editor, I nd

mysel in a compromising position, here, walking around insquares in Smoke Hall. In ront o the Dept Dants po-dium. Wincing. In the splash zone.

Not pleasant.However, once I got over the inital OH CRAP! mo-

ment and lie slowed down and the adjudication processwas complete, I ound some time to sit down and reallythink about things.

One o my punishments along with my 60 days o toursand 95 demerits was to write a paper on the Bathshebacomplex.

Like all studious and intellectually curious students, I wentto the place with all the answers: Google.

One o the rst hits was something to the extent o TeBathsheba Syndrome Explains the Fall o Petraeus.

Tats something to make one re-examine their liechoices.

Tose o you religious people will know that Bathsheba isa Biblical character and can perhaps explain the story betterthan mysel. Skip to the end: the moral is the psychologi-cal impact o gaining power, despite many positive eects,

also may unleash a dark side: the belie that one is too big toail, that the normal rules do not apply. Tus, even a leadero high moral character may succumb to the temptationsthat accompany the acquisition o power.

I realize that youre reading this right now, Sir.I gured Id write something a bit more public that per-

haps can do some good.I have been very lucky in my time at USNA.I would be lying to mysel i I were to claim that I had

ollowed every rule ever, much as I imagine the primary

portion o the Brigade eels as well.While I may not be the most humble person, I am at leastcognizant that modesty is a ar more desirable trait to havethan blatant sel-puery.

Because at the end o the day, I am like everyone else.And I think that I may have orgotten that or a brie mo-

ment.I would not say that my head got too big to ail or that

my ship was unsinkable.

By: Katie Davidson 13

I do not pretend to be that grandiose.

However, no one plans to get on restriction.No one plans to get adjudicated by the Dep Dant.And no one WANS to stand 60 days o restriction.I you do, youre crazy, and please visit me and let me

dissuade you.According to the specics o Bathsheba complex (or

at least Googles depiction o it), the leader in questionusually believes that they are untouchable and inca-pable o ailure.

I disagree with that. Intellectually, I knew how ar Ihad to all. Everyone hears the stories (or what haveactually turned out to be rumors) about kids doingbad things and getting in trouble.

And or whatever reason, the masses like to look atrestriction musters like the MOOW is calling out theLepers.

Restriction is not a disease. Its not communicable.And while we may not necessarily deserve leniency oreven sympathy, we do deserve to be treated like hu-mans.

I like to think that I was never a particularly mean

MOOW. However, when I ran musters, I would wishor the power to manipulate time and space so that Icould hurry up and get the tours over and done with.What Ive seen is that most restrictees are pretty great

people. Tey are not convicts. Tey are nice. Andaccepting, no matter who you are.

And those o you that have spent extensive time onrestriction know this.Why is that, you ask?Because they have mastered a concept that it took me

nearly my entire time here to comprehend.No one is immune to momentary acts o idiocy.But at the end o the day, Im still human.Im not going to make the bold claim to say that

everyone should spend time on restriction.On the contrary, I encourage you not to. It sucks.But ironically enough, Ive met some o the most

optimistic and, dare I say, un people on restriction.Because when youre walking around in a box or 45


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minutes, or standing in your h ormation o the day inSDBs, or on a working party picking up trash or shovelingsnow or what have you, I have somehow always laughed.

Granted, it may be riddled with a bit o sarcasm.But or the most part, it seems to be genuine.It is only when you all, really really all, that you get the

chance to look around at how ar up the ladder you wereand how much you should have appreciated what youhad. Long and short o it is I ate a huge slice o humblepie.

I ell considerably ar. I went rom living on Striper Alleyto making the trek rom 8-3 to the Rotunda at around0520. Ive traded my sword or a rie and my rack or apair o leathers that are so shiny I can see mysel.

I I have learned anything through this whole thing, it isthat humility will take you a long way. And that is not justin the Dep Dants oce when you are at your adjudica-

tion.For about a week and a hal, I didnt really show my ace

out o company. It was embarrassing, and I could onlyimagine what someone like David Petraeus elt as the me-

dia ollowed him around digging up dirt on his personallie.

Making a mistake is not like catching leprosy.On the contrary, we do not disintegrate or have our skin

all o our ace. Doing something stupid is natural law. Itwill happen. But acting like it wont or that you are some-how better than everyone is an insult to humanity itsel. Imade a mistake. I didnt think. I mis-stepped my bounds

And that is my bad. I wouldnt go so ar as to thank theDep-Dant or this gi o epiphany. But I can certainlyappreciate where he is coming rom. I apologize i I ambeing too preachy or retrospective, but rom one trouble-maker to a Brigade lled with potential troublemakers, Iencourage you to reconsider pushing certain boundaries.

But when/i you do, it is not the end o your world andexistence.

It will keep turning.

Te sun will rise.And most importantly, you will learn.


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LOST

ENGLISH MAJOR

LAST SEEN IN BASEMENT OF RICKOVER

LOOKS CONFUSED, WELL RESTED

WILL HAVE A SMILE AND GENERALLY POSI-

TIVE OUTLOOK ON LIFEWILL PROBABLY SAY, HELLO!

LAST SEEN, 1/18/2013

If Found Please Contact LOG Staff


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WHO READS THE LOG?

Innovative CMOOWsread the LOG


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WELCOME TOThe Happiest

FANTASYLAN

FrontierLand

TheDisneylan

hoTel

TOMORROWLAND

FANTASYLAND

AdventureLand FrontierLand

Critter Country Main Street USNA

ToonTownLet us take youback to a time, amuch simpler timein which stand-ing in lines was a

good measure ofofficership. Enjoyan afternoon ofessecution with along-time favoritecast member: Gun-ny. (not advisedfor children un-der the age of 18).

Come and awkwardly takepictures of Mids as theysleep-walk to class. Trustus, they wont mind!

Step into the building andyou are magically transport-ed to a world of dreams, pixiedust, and caramel. This is aland centered on that eternalquestion so seldom asked,How does that make you

feel?

It all started with a mouse.

And then that mouse became

1,000,000 mice who, admidst

those other creatures known as

Brer Midshipmen, inhabit Ban-

croft Hall, USNAs cryin place.

Come see all of your fa-

vorite USNA charactersfrom the DANT to all those

wacky Battalion officers!

Mysterious adventures await

you. Will you face endurance?Obstacles? YPs? Note: Reg.PT gear only!!!

Welcome to the fu-ture. A future that isdominated by randomobjects, nonsensi-cal hallways, endlessnights of EE, and theworld famous attrac-tion: Awkward Momentswith Admiral Rickover.


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MILITARYLANDPlace on the Yard*

USNA

,

TOMORROWLAND

AdventureLand

More Adventures Await

Critter Country

*I none o this makessense, we apologize or

your lack o a childhood.

Main StreetUSNA

ToonTown

The MiliTarylanD hoTel

afTer a long TiMeTouring The yarD, resTin our sTaTe-of-The-arTaccoMMoDaTions, coM-pleTe wiTh luxuriouschairs. JusT reMeMber,please DonT feeD TheMiDs.

*not in Rickover

*


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Brigade Feedback, Simplifed

Theyre coming or you, 2nd-class-alley-rating-Youngster-who-has-no-bearing-during-march-on

By: Joshua Mokracek 15


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THE 10 SIGNS OF THE APOCALYPSE

(IT IS NIGH UPON US)1. Man-bear-pig has escaped imagination-land. (HOW MANY TIMES

DID AL GORE WARN US?)

2. We got a day off of school. And then another day off of school. The

end is long overdue.

3. A certain 5th Battalion Commander becomes the Dep-Dant... then

doesnt!

4. The same corporation that made the epic (fail) movie JOHN CARTER

also have the rights to make a new STAR WARS trilogy.

5. Navy football doesnt use the triple option!?

6. CDR Steve Carrell has moved on

7. Edward bites a bear, making vampire bears who spread glitter.

8. GODZILLA!!!!!!!!!

9. Plebes get the most carry-on ever.

10. Mids pay attention on early-class schedule days


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Dear D&B,We get what this is:

But what we really want to know is, what is this?!


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Because Youre a Mid....

....Why Hide it?


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The

LOGThe Times They Arent A

Changin

Volume 90, Issue 3 | February-ish 2013

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