How much is there to say? You read the news! I read the news too, though it is a bit difficult trying to read a newspaper given the fact my only visual sensory input comes from the laser guided JDAM missile system built into my weapons delivery platform, which is typically an F/A-18 Hornet. You have any idea how much cajoling it takes to get one of the damn deck crew to set a copy of the New York times underneath the high resolution optical scanner of a Hornet that I might be attached to at the time? Please.
Anyway, I digress. The reason I ever started writing this Op-Ed (by writing I mean started threatening the deck crew with an untimely demise until they wrote it for me) was to make this point: If these terrorists keep killing innocent civilians, blowing up key landmarks and infrastructure, bringing havoc to the countryside, well, then, why was I ever born? And by born I mean manufactured to precise demolition standards by HLLC. Limited of Nevada. All I want to do is blow up and take some sh*t with me, and, frankly, the way things are going, what is going to be left to blow up? Sand? Sand can blow itself up for all I care. Rubble? Rubble is just the sign of a job well done, and a job I didn't do.
Man, if I can't blow something up soon, my wife is going to kill me.
No comments:
Post a Comment