I never thought they would be the first ones to give in.  Evidently, the enemies without will not destroy the US Marine Corps; it will be the enemy within.

Females in the Marine Corps currently are not required to do even a single pull-up, and a deadline mandating that by Jan. 1, 2014, they be able to do at least 3 pull-ups as part of their  training has been delayed for at least a year, the Corps quietly announced on social media.

Currently, “women aren’t able to make the minimum standard of three pull-ups,” Marine spokesman Capt. Eric Flanagan told CNSNews.com. Fifty-five percent of female recruits tested at the end of boot camp were unable to do three pull-ups (1 percent of male recruits also failed). 

So, let’s do the math.  Let’s say there are 100 men in a recruit company and 100 women in another recruit company.  This statistic says that 1 man is going to fail this test at the end of boot camp and 55 women are going to fail this standard of being unable to do 3 pull-ups.

There is much discussion here on this blog about the differences between men and women; about how we relate to politics, issues, each other, and change the world.  But look at that statistic again.  55 percent of women can’t do what 1 percent of men can’t do at the end of an equal training period.  Ask yourself as well if, after seeing this politically incorrect truth, if you would rather have men fighting your wars or women fighting them.

I am certain that statement is going to get me turned into the Gender Police for being a gender traitor.  Since I am on a roll, I will make sure the charge sticks.

Ladies.  The straight up unassailable fact is that we can’t change physics.  We aren’t stronger than men.  Sure, I could probably physically out work the hipster douche-bag surfing Facebook on his tablet at the coffee shop who is updating his status as “contented” and I could definitely take Pajama Boy from that stupid Obama-Care advert.  But the nature of our nature is just what it is.

I asked my retired military husband (Whose story many readers know, but he has a quarter century living as an infantry dude) what he thought of this, and in his usual rapier style, his comment on seeing this story was:

“Baby, I don’t care how much cross-fit they do, how many sit-ups they did in yoga class before they joined the Corps or even how many hay bales they bucked on the farm yesterday; they are not going to be a warriors.  The simple fact of the matter is that if they can’t pull themselves up to the pull up bar wearing running shoes and and shorts, then they sure as hell won’t be able to pull themselves up over a wall, a cliff, an obstacle or into a helicopter while wearing a full load of combat equipment.  They will not only endanger themselves, but they will put others in danger.  They aren’t fit to be a warrior.”

“And I know Ronda Rousey won her fight the other night, but if we think women and men are so equal, then how come we don’t let them fight each other in the MMA?  How come 135 pound men are not fighting 135 pound women for the title?  Because everyone knows why, but they won’t say shit about it– Ronda would be sent to the hospital if she fought a 135 pound MMA fighter who was a man.  But these very same warrior chicks that weigh 135 pounds that can’t do three pull ups are going to be the ones hauling machine guns up the sides of mountains and fighting the Taliban hand to hand?”  Yeah right…”

“This isn’t about your tits getting in the way, menstrual periods stopping the war, or you should be “allowed to try.”  Having a woman who knows the real estate business run the office versus having a man do it is not the same as having them carry a machine gun up the side of a mountain, versus a guy doing it.”

“One of our regular Physical Training drills was flipping a HEMMT tire over 100 meter course while wearing our full battle rattle, including weapon and ammo.  A HEMMT tire, no wheel or air, just the tire, and it weighs 300 pounds.  I did it and I wasn’t even the fastest in our detachment to do it.  I came in about the middle.  The women that sometimes were attached to our unit never did the drill, because they couldn’t.  When we had them come down range with us, they never did PT with us, because we left them in the dust after we stretched and warmed up.”

My husband is 5’10” tall and weighs a touch over 200 pounds.  He used to weigh more, but he doesn’t work out nearly like he used to.  But he explained that exercise from that rant up above to me; wearing a helmet, carrying a rifle, pistol and all of his combat gear (Ammo, GPS unit, radio, first aid kit, maps, etc.–weighing in at about an average of 65 pounds) he used to flip a 300 pound, 4 foot tall truck tire end over end for 100 meters, and then turn around and flip it back to the starting point 100 meters away.  For time.  As exercise.

So lady Marines (and other aspiring lady warriors), are you ready?  This is your life in the infantry.  Not only are you going to be expected to do these kinds of things but you are going to be expected to not only keep up, but beat your peers at these tasks. Some of the other things my husband used to tell me about were things like “Buddy” runs (throw your comrade into a fireman carry and sprint for a known distance), Machine gun PT (draw a 23 pound machine gun from the armory and use it as a barbell during exercises), Log Drills (watch any Navy SEAL documentary on Discovery Channel for this), and other physical activities that I am sure would make my personal trainer tremble in fear.  This ladies is what this cult of masculinity does to secure their standing amongst their peers and strengthen their bodies to thrive and win in modern combat.  They do it to prove themselves to others and to themselves, because they know that one day (and they have had to do this in every battle since October of 2001), they may have to pick up their 200 pound battle buddy who is wearing 65 pounds of equipment, throw him over their shoulder while wearing their own 65 pounds of equipment, and run them an unspecified distance on a mountain or in desert to a helicopter in order to save their life.

All this kvetching and drama because some female Senator thinks you haven’t been given enough opportunity to succeed in the most equal career field I have ever observed to exist on the planet.  A place where you can fly jets, nuclear powered bombers and helicopters, gather intelligence, fly drones, protect generals, and any of a hundred other career fields; but the Diversity and Gender Police think you ought to have the opportunity to live in the mud, poop in a hole, and get in knife-fights with Taliban warriors as part of your work week.  You know, so you can have more opportunities to promote to high levels of command.

There is more here and if you haven’t read it before, you should, and as hard as it is to say that my husband is right (never to his face; c’mon), he is.

I don’t care how much cross-fit I do, how many sit-ups I did in yoga class or even how many hay bales I bucked on the farm yesterday; I am not going to be a warrior.  This isn’t about my tits getting in the way (they never have gotten in the way of my being successful at my work) or I should be “allowed to try” in order to be part of a warrior elite.   It is about being able to do the manual labor of lifting my own body weight, plus all of my equipment over or past an obstacle, repeatedly if necessary, and being able to still do my job.

And it says volumes about our society that the US Marine Corps that they have decided to “delay” this requirement so that they can “study it further”

You keep hitting the books Marines.  I will be enjoying myself here at the Starbucks after yoga class.  I already know the answer.  And the Gender Police should be here any minute.