the tiny swinging dicks

it's a star wars kind of week. i feel star-warsy. yeah, the movie... lots of hype and attention and interest, whatever. i'm not a big sci-fi enthusiast in general, but the original trilogy was good and meaningful and timeless. the new ones suck taint, although i haven't seen the latest.

but the REAL star wars are what's interesting. the air force wants guns in the sky. will george approve? is that a serious question? of course not. pure rhetoric.

ressurecting ronald regan's notions of weapons in space seems logical. we need a new arms race, and i'm sure china or russia or any other country wouldn't oppose american dominance of outer space. really though it's just about global domination. sex-ay.

from the new york times article:

Another Air Force space program, nicknamed Rods From God, aims to hurl cylinders of tungsten, titanium or uranium from the edge of space to destroy targets on the ground, striking at speeds of about 7,200 miles an hour with the force of a small nuclear weapon.

doesn't that just give you a big stiff one? RODS FROM GOD... are you kidding? i'm at a loss, i don't know what to say.

maybe the world would be a more peaceful place if so many people in power didn't have to constantly compensate for tiny dicks and latent homosexuality by building bigger guns and bombing stuff.

phizz, you need to learn to stop worrying and love the bomb. protect your precious bodily fluids!