I’m not in favor of assassinations; I’m especially not fond of sloppy wet work.
I’m not in favor of assassinations; I’m especially not fond of sloppy wet work.
This will (I hope!) take a while, and I’m not going to bother being scrupolous about the sources of my ideas. I will also be scrupulous, in the philosophical sense, of the origins of my ideas but out of pride in my education, and since – like everything else I leave on the Internet – it becomes part of my legacy.
Where are fossil fuels most useful? Here’s a hint: it’s one of the dumbest reasons you could possibly think of.
One of the problems of dealing with distant wars is force protection, the other is logistics. As Napoleon famously said, “amateurs argue about tactics, professionals about logistics.” That does not sound like a dictum from the loser at Waterloo or the retreat from Moscow.
We are simply not dealing with people who have enough knowledge or love of truth to try to figure out reality. Fantasy worlds tailored to people’s competence dysmorphia are so much nicer and easier than reality.
I’m a recovering gun nut. I guess. I always found guns to be another example of cool design and often superb machining, with the additional emotional charge of: explosions.
I really feel stupid, saying this, or really, having to say it.
This may be image-heavy or long. I’ve been busy with the thing, and it’s turned out/turning out nicely.
I am moderately high on painkillers right now, so I decided to wash them down with some vodka. Don’t worry, I am very familiar with the lethal doses and am not far past the “slightly expansive” point.
When someone is carrying something very long, and very sharp, it’s important to keep from being the agent of their demise. You’ve got to think in terms of things like “what happens if this person is wearing it on their hip, and they slip in mud, land on the knife, the scabbard pops, and the blade winds up in their Femoral Artery?”
