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The Ever Lasting Zarqawi
SECRETARY RUMSFELD: […] I think we just have to accept it, that people have a right to say what they want to say, and to have an acceptance of that and recognize that the terrorists, Zarqawi and bin Laden and Zawahiri, those people have media committees.
They are actively out there trying to manipulate the press in the United States. They are very good at it. […]
Rush Interviews Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld; April 17, 2006
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One internal briefing, produced by the U.S. military headquarters in Iraq, said that Kimmitt had concluded that, "The Zarqawi PSYOP program is the most successful information campaign to date."
Kimmitt is now the senior planner on the staff of the Central Command that directs operations in Iraq and the rest of the Middle East.
Military Plays Up Role of Zarqawi; WaPo; April 10, 2006
So we know Zarqawi is comitted bullshit but still used. So what about bin Laden and Zawahiri is really real?
I don´t know. Do you?
Nano-Mammon Bombing
Look, sure, Donnie The Bull sent our kids off to Iraq without any body armor and without armored Hum-Vee’s, even though he gets chauffered around Georgetown, DC, behind 1-1/2 inches of ballistic glass, and shielded by four giant bodyguards.
He’s a Don. Fehged abahd et. Besides, if you think riffing Saddam from Iraq was a debacle, just imagine if the civilian bean counters at the Pentagon are riffed, and there is nothing between our generals … and General Dynamics.
Know’m sayin’? Carlye-Burton Meets Richard B. Meyers in the Titanic Battle of Twin Deficits.
For all his foibles, false pride and petty self aggrandizement, Donnie is the Dutch boy with his finger in the aerospace defense welfare dike.
SPACE FORCE 2020: A FORCE FOR THE FUTURE. http://www.fas.org/spp/military/docops/usspac/lrp/ch02.htm
So I’m sitting here folding dollar bills into origami cranes for my grandchildren, and oops, there it is. Nano-Mammon Bombing. We know that micro-loans to women in underdeveloped countries are enormously successful, and bring a higher standard of living to the micro-loan recipients as well as their families and their community.
Now comes nano-loans. Individual $100 bills, not crated together into shrinkwrapped $1,000,000 bales, then heisted by the $B’s by profiteers, no! Just $100 bills, individually folded by some clever piece of Chinese machinery, then dropped by helicopter, the same way that those same helicopters used to drop 2-4-D in Viet Nam.
Low over the treetops, Der Valkerie blaring from speakers, deep into hostile territory, then up over beleagured cities of struggling civilians, tiny winged $100 bills raining down Freedom and Democracy from the skies.
A typical Central Asian city of 250,000, whose citizens are lucky to make $2.50 on a good day, you drop $10M worth of $100’s, and you’ve made their rent for months, you’ve planted seeds in their fields, you’ve purified their water and swept their streets and brought fresh food.
Like a welcome Uncle Sam, come to visit, to drive off the four horsemen and insurgents.
Call them Freedom dollars. Hey, put George Bush on the bills, who the f–k cares? 1,000 cities, $10M each, four drops a year is less than 1/4 what we’ve totally wasted without any tangible effect in Iraq. Imagine dropping $50B directly onto the individual citizens, instead of bombs.
Sweet Jesus.
Freedom Dollars, with George Bush’s face in profile (please), the national seal, the wild American turkey holding an olive branch, and Gnostic Bible verses. Nano-Mammon bombing.
Nano-Particle Dimming
George Bush tells us that global warming is science fiction. Science tells us that in the three days in September 2001 when no planes flew, the earth’s temperature changed by *’s.
Global warming by CO2 and methane, and global cooling, skies dimmed by dust and particulates, in a gentle tango high up in the heavens.
Now comes low-sulfur diesel, and particulate scrubbers and a global push for cleaner air. Global warming is predicted to take off, the earth’s temperatures as much as 18*’s warmer before our grandchildren have their children.
So I’m sitting here after making my origami cranes, dusting the windows, and oops, there it is. Nano-Particle Dimming. Titanium dioxide nano-dust, riding shotgun in the jump seat of every commercial airplane, 90 pounds of it every flight, hundreds of trillions of individual tiny white paint nano-flakes, carefully sieved out with the exhaust slip stream, electrostatically charged to spread out in a thin sheet and stay aloft indefinitely, cooling the earth.
Titanium dioxide, totally inert and non-toxic.
1,000’s of commercial flights a day to every corner of the earth. 90,000 pounds of nano-dust every day carefully placed at 40,000 feet above the highest clouds. Enough nano-dust to cover the entire globe, dim the sun, cool the desert, bring the rains, return the ice caps, and bring the earth back in balance, as we inevitably and inexorably eat through our hydrocarbon reserves.
As we must. Our civilization is carbon based. We eat hydrocarbons, everything we do is dependent on hydrocarbons. Before hydrocarbons in the 19th century there was no fertilizer, no tractors, no herbicides or pesticides, nothing.
When I was a kid, they still used a horse-drawn double-bottom plow, a chisel tooth harrow, a manure spreader, and a horse-drawn combine. And that was it. Sure the wheat was fuller then, and it didn’t lodge as easy, and the earth turned easier, had more tilth, more raw creative juice.
That’s gone. Face it, it’s gone. The very earth we depend on is blown away, washed away, the jet black Midwest loam, turned brown and sandy. We can’t go back. It doesn’t work that way. Look at the Chinese in the 1970’s during the Cultural Revolution. They sent 10M’s intellectuals out to the rural communes to feed themselves. They all starved to death. Our culture is a mushroom. We all surf out on the breaking wave. Only 5% of Americans live on the farm anymore. When oil and gas goes, we die as a civilization. It’s coming.
Until then, we can stretch it out. Nano-particle dimming, and broad-band telecommuting. Everyone at their terminals, video faces smiling, happily typing into keystroke loggers, all monitored on partitioned screen by RFID, a virtual cube farm.
And all the meatspace people, tradesmen and truck drivers, businessmen and tourists, off they go on flights around the globe, happily spreading nano pixie-dust like Tinkerbelle.
Nano-Mammon Bombing. Nano-Particle Dimming.
Word.
Sure beats wringing your titties over Dumsfeld.
Posted by: tante aime | Apr 19 2006 4:56 utc | 20
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