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Location: Alexandria, Virginia | Subject: RE: Dex -
Corabelle, First off, I am just about as rank an amature on the subject of nuclear usage, policy and deoloyment as you will find....Someone once said something to the effect of "Opinions and belly buttons...every idiot has one."
You are absolutely right...nuclear tit for tat would be about as stupid an idea as you could come up with. But, right now most nations monkeying around with nuclear capability have no delivery systems capable of reaching us, with the exception of commercial aircraft. Because of the vast amount of wealth in the Mid-East accumulated from an ecconomy based on petroleum gouging, every nation has it's own airline. After your garage is full of custom made Rolls Royce automobiles....you have 275 flat screens....two pet lions and a giraff....a couple of swimming pools the size of Lake Michigan....ten wives....five houses....hot and cold running concubines and two hotels. Once you have enough gold jewelry to choke a brahma bull and safety deposit boxes in Geneva crammed with securities and stock in damn near every US corporation...the next thing you have to have is your own custom made jet liner to haul you and your wives and humongus gaggle of kids to the far corners of the earth and Disneyland. This could be used to deliver their homegrown nastiness.
Our timidity, wishy-washy leadership and public apathy probably has let the opportunity to use our nuclear planetary dominance slip through our fingers. Back when we were the only kid on the block that had the damn things we could have used them to effectively stop other nations from developing the capability of becoming tit for tat exchange threats. That may sound unreasonable but our failure to thwart pipsqueek nations from becoming "nuclear power" partners has become our greatest national security threat...cases in point North Korea and Iran...two nations run by complete whackos that we sat by disintrestly watching while they cobbled together homegrown bombs that now allow the stupid bastards to go from Pee-Wee Herman to the Incredible HULK in the saber rattling game. We could have gone to our great big nuclear cupboard and done an Arnold Palmer club selection and pulled out some "low end" get-the-job-done, nuke ordinance and uncorked it on that mob of screwy ragheads...stopped their development program and changed their priorities to getting their lights back on...getting their toilets to work...making their air-conditioning work....and turning their private jets right-side up.
Cora, There isn't a sonuvabitch on the planet who doesn't recognize that the American Nuclear use threat has become an empty paper sack. The term "nuclear detterence" has become an "I'm gonna huff and puff and blow your house down" threat with the Three Little Pigs of the world singing and dancing to the tune of "Whose afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?"
Isreal is the only nation on earth that might use its' nuclear arsenal to neutralize nuclear capability national security threats. Those poor bastards are within donkey delivery range of all that stuff their enemies have been cooking up for the past thirty years....and if Omar and his dirty ankle pals ever sink a harpoon in the Jewish State...the Koran thumpers will be singing and dancing in the street like Super Bowl winners....and we will respond by sending our totally ineffective, "lets all be friends" State Department butt kissers disguised as peace negotiators.
One thing that chastising those out-of-control, rug praying jerks with the high yield radiation stick would do, would be to restore the validity of the nuclear use, stick. We could create a little teaser...like taking our every port being used by those scuzzwad East African tanker pirates....and fill Jon Krup's front yard with smoking camel and goat parts, still burning sandals and actual pirate pieces.
Well boys and girls...I think I may have pegged my bulls**t meter and need to run my buffalo hunter smelling body through the upstairs sheep dip, scrape my face...wirebrush my teeth and run a comb through my hair for folicle realignment...saddle Sparky the Wonder Horse and head up to the Springfield American Legion and play stuff my face with some toast, bacon and scrambled eggs...and float a battleship turret, coffee. Morning All...DEX |
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