A few days ago, the U.S. Navy announced the development of a new weapon. A very impressive new weapon that is one hundred percent accurate in downing enemy aircraft.
Here is a video of the Navy’s new laser weapon being demonstrated:
Pretty amazing, huh? If you watched the video all the way through, you probably learned something that we’ve been told is the truth, but had no way of knowing. This video is proof positive that some folks really do see a bright light right before they go.
What’s The News?
Here’s something you might not know about this new laser invention. It isn’t new. It was first demonstrated in the 1955 film, This Island Earth.
Consider how great it would be to call someone on Skype, then blow up their stuff with a laser while you’ve got them on line. That’s part of what the old version of the laser weapon has over today’s naval version.
The weapon demonstrated in the film was called an interocitor and it caused destruction just like the Navy’s toy – laser beam, flames, explosion. But it doesn’t stop there. It was also used as:
- an intelligence test
- a video communication device
- an auto-pilot for a plane
- plucks an airplane safely out of mid-air
The film’s star even theorizes, as he flips through the blueprints for the interocitor, that the device could construct four lane highways at a mile per minute. The interocitor seems capable of about anything.
So, Navy, nice job on your new weapon…but I’m not impressed. Call me when you’ve got a weapon that can make me some Pad Thai for lunch while I talk to Kim Jong Un and blow up his television just to make a point.
Good morning, it is 6:30 am, Super Bowl Sunday. I’m at work. Somewhere there is coverage of the big game on some channel. I’m not watching, yet.
This is where I’ll be blogging and responding to comments about the game, the ads and whatever else comes up. I’ll update through the day and make continuous updates throughout the game.
In response to a comment in my previous post, I am running a contest. I don’t know what the prize is, perhaps it is my deep and heartfelt respect. Here is the proposition. We all know that the opposing coaches in today’s game are brothers. Yes, same parents, raised in the same house, the whole deal. How many times will we be reminded of that fact?
Hi, welcome to the end of the world. I hope you’re enjoying it so far.
Just as I’ve done during many of the other ends of the world, I will go to work. The only end of the world that I recall not being scheduled to work was the big one we called Y2K.
I was on standby for Y2K. The plan was for me to get some rest in case my services were needed for the apocalypse. In the event someone took hostages as the world was ending I would be contacted via my ultra modern text pager. As things turned out, there was not a need for post-apocalyptic crisis negotiation. My bosses had encouraged me to rest so I’d be ready. When they decided that I would not be brought in to save lives that would be later snuffed out as the world completed its destruction, they paged me three times to let me know I could go back to sleep. Read the rest of this entry »
Perhaps you’re old enough to recall the run of the television show, M*A*S*H. If you aren’t, there’s a good chance that you’ve seen it in reruns.
M*A*S*H focused on life in an Army mobile field hospital unit during the Korean War. While the setting was serious, the show was usually funny, with the occasional moments that made the point that war is a terrible thing. The central character, Captain Benjamin Franklin (Hawkeye) Pierce, was unfailingly witty. Even under the most difficult circumstance, he always had the right thing to say, and that right thing to say was always something new…except for that one line.
Hawkeye found himself helplessly caught in the crossfire of artillery on more than one occasion. Such is the nature of being a television Army Surgeon in the Korean War. Captain Pierce would soldier on, doing the best he could while the guns rumbled and the shells exploded just off-screen. The sound of the artillery barrage was such a presence in the background that it was almost like another character in the story.
Then, as the story reached its peak of tension, Hawkeye would utter the only lines I remember him repeating. He’d ask “hey, do you hear that?” The character he was addressing would say “I don’t hear anything”. “That’s what I mean, the shelling has stopped”. Not until he said that, would the audience or the other characters realize that the artillery bombardment had stopped.
This presidential election has been a miserable affair. It seemed there were few places a person could go to avoid contact with the Obama or Romney campaigns.
Each side brought out the heavy artillery to destroy the other. There was a barrage of shameful ads from both sides. The parties recruited surrogates to drop the bombs deemed too unseemly for a presidential candidate to deliver.
In the end, they rained misery down upon those of us unfortunate enough to live in their crossfire. We soldiered on, suffered the attacks more than either candidate and did our patriotic duty. We got our little “I Voted” stickers.
The votes have been counted. The victor has been declared.
Hey, do you hear that?
Political debates are meaningless rituals.
The debates don’t tell us how either man works under pressure. They know roughly what the questions will be. The environment is strictly controlled and formatted.
Our jobs aren’t like that. We don’t know what is coming next. A president should have to show the ability to work like we do – in uncontrolled situations. I’ve got ideas that would make the debates watchable and give us a better reading on how ready these fools are to lead us.
At the last debate, both men came out in suits. That’s pretty conventional. I did think it was ridiculous that Mr. Obama wore a blue tie to show that he represents the Democrats and Mr. Romney wore a red one because he is the Republican. Did they think we’d mix them up? Come on, prematurely grey African-American with big ears, Obama. Caucasian robot with a hair helmet, Romney. We don’t need color coded ties. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m not a fugitive, so I had not thought about this before. But when Julian Assange decided to hide out in the Ecuadorian embassy in London, I thought about why he’d choose that embassy. The obvious reason is that Incas are in the Embassy to protect him. Read the rest of this entry »
Julian Assange, who may now be more famous for being a fugitive than he ever will be for founding Wikileaks, has chosen the Ecuadorian embassy in London as a refuge. The British authorities want to arrest him; the government of Ecuador won’t allow them in to do it.
I’m ambivalent about Mr. Assange and Wikileaks. It is hard to keep evil from taking root if secrets are never exposed. But flinging secrets around willy nilly isn’t a good idea.
I am not ambivalent about Assange’s choice of embassies to hide in. Ecuador’s was a fantastic choice.
Do You Know Who Lives In Ecuador?
Ecuador is a fine place, populated by nice people. I’ve never met anyone from Ecuador that I didn’t like. Some of those nice Ecuadorian are Incas.
The Incas are why Ecuadorian embassies a great choice for desperadoes on the run. Why? Because Incas are bad asses. No one, not the Brits, not the Americans, not the Chinese, not even the Micronesians want to take on the Incas. Read the rest of this entry »