arch/ive/ief (2000 - 2005)

Well, wasn't that special!!!!! Once again, a few quasi-Neanderthals with an
axe to grind, decide that they have the balls to jump up onto the porch and
kick the big dog in the nuts just to get a reaction. It is truly
unfortunate that Islam, fundamentalists and otherwise, didn't have a caveat
written into their Koran about what happens to silly fucking assholes who
piss off the BIG DOG. Don't you people ever learn. What genetic damage
have you all suffered over the millennia that keeps you begging for more
grief and sorrow. Yes, you certainly hurt us today, Yes, our hearts feel
the pain of you attack (if that's what you want to call it), and YES, now
that BIG FUCKING DOG is getting up off of the porch. You just don't get it
do you. Even during the Persian Gulf (Read stupid little sand box filled
with a bunch of dirty little sand rats) we didn't really show you just how
hard and ruthless we can be. We let you off with a smack on the wrist,
hoping a glimmer of intelligence would begin to creep into your too tightly
bound kaffiyahs. But NOOOOOOOOOO! We didn't bomb your cities, we tried to
keep your civilian dead to a minimum. We care greatly for the
non-combatants, unlike you, obviously, and now you are going to reap that
which you have sown. Someday soon, one of your children will walk out into
the middle of your yard, point a finger at the sky, and you will hear from
their very innocent voice, " Look mommy, there's an airplane in the sky!"
You will know what it is because the hair on the back of your neck will
stand up, the breeze will stop blowing, there won't be a sound in the air at
all. The static discharge as the bomb releases from the aircraft will hush
most animals, they can feel those things you know. By now two or three
beats of your heart will have passed and the bomb will be clear of the
aircraft, all of its electronic interlocks begin closing, radar altimeters
powers up, all of the optical strobes on the detonators talk to one another,
they say they are alright! The deuterium is injected between the enriched
plutonium sphere and its core and just think, the bomb is still following
the aircraft and its only about 250 feet below the aircraft. The bombs
onboard computer says a short goodbye to its mother as she gently banks away
from the target. Now 1500 feet below the aircraft and slightly behind, the
bomb releases a small supersonic ribbon parachute that alters its trajectory
in a calculated manner, nose of the weapon hungrily seeking stupid people to
consume. The nose passes through 45 degrees and the radar altimeter begins
to get a picture of where it is in relation to the ground. The onboard GPS
system confirms position and the final interlocks release and the weapon is
now committed. By now your child thinks he sees someone falling to the
ground in a parachute and you all rush out to see who it could be. Light
reflects off of the highly polished sides of the bomb as it makes its
descent into oblivion, you know what it is and who it's from. Before you
take another breath, your mind tells you that your hate is about to be
consumed. All that you knew is about to dissappear in an instant. All that
you loved will die with you. Everything around you that was familiar will
be transformed. The bomb will make a few last checks, it's almost time,
time enough for one more system check. Everything is fine, not long now,
critical altitude is coming up fast, less that 5000 feet to go. Bomb speed
is approaching 1300 feet per second, just about 4 seconds until detonation.
High voltage battery begins to power up the strobes and upon finishing that
task, the strobes answer back that they are full. Final interlock is
removed and you are about to witness the power of the sun up close and
personal. You see, we Americans maybe don't export all of the goods the
world needs because even though we are good, we aren't that good. But one
of the things that we export better than anyone on the face of this planet
is sudden and violent death. The final bomb sequence is committed and
within the blink of an eye a small sun grows from that object in the sky.
The light and heat reach your child first and burn onto your retina the
image of your child evaporating in front of you. They say a human takes
with him to eternity that last image that was burned into the eye at the
moment of death. Not something I would want just before I got to have a
chat with Allah or whoever.
So now I ask you, was it worth it? Was it really necessary to jump up
on that porch and kick that fucking dog? If you thought that we is, was,
were, the GREAT SATAN then I have a message for you and everyone like you.
While we slept on the porch we dreamed of our families, what we were going
to do the next day, what we were going to eat for dinner. We didn't dream
of killing lots of little Arabs, frankly, they aren't much of an enemy. But
consider this, we didn't jump up on your porch and kick you, hell we don't
really care one way or the other about you. But this time you have so
seriously fucked up that I want you to do me a favor tonight when you sit
down at dinner with your family. Look at them, look into their eyes, and
know that in the hearts of every AMERICAN that they have become a target.
Count how many of them are with you at dinner tonight and know that in 10
years you will be lucky to have half of them there with you. Know that any
death caused to you by us is heartfelt, with intent, and without remorse!!!!
CONGRATULATIONS! I hope that kicking the BIG DOG was worth it!