I’ts hot. Like, really hot. Enervating, as it were. And it seems to have sucked any desire or will to write straight out of me. All the news is depressing and I find depressing stuff very hard to write about. Angry stuff, easy writing. Depressing stuff? I wanna curl up with my teddy bear.
Many of us supposed that Iraqi WMD were moved to Syria shortly before the US led invasion of 2003. URR has his thoughts on the matter over at USNI blog. I’ll note that there is pretty strong evidence that Syria had its own WMD program independent of any Iraqi program.
Take a look at the list of the first 200 Load HEAT Hotties. Anybody missing that should be on the list? I’ve got one or two candidates in mind, but after a while, choosing ladies gets surprisingly difficult.
Back to the future. The Marines buy a new pistol. It’s 100 years old. The choice of sidearm is one of the most emotional ones around. Very, very few Marines, or Soldiers, have ever faced a situation where the choice of sidearm was the determining factor in life or death. Having said that, it’s such a marginal cost, why not go with the emotionally appealing choice? I’m a huge fan of the .45. Yes, I’m sure there are naysayers out there that will provide a ton of information on why some other weapon is a better choice. But, like I say, it’s an emotional issue.
I’m rereading Patrick O’Brien’s Master and Commander for the umpteenth time. It’s my favorite of the series.
Seriously, New York City, I don’t expect you to make decent picante sauce, but could you at least get rid of this idiot?
I’m still pecking away at a couple drafts, but moving slower than pond water. Thanks to the cobs for sharing their content.