Mar 12, 2003
The Saudis are ready to pick up oil production if the Iraq
The Saudis are ready to pick up oil production if the Iraq supplies are cut. Wait a minute? I thought the people were starving because of the oil embargo. Now we're saying that cutting the Iraq flow would disrupt world inventory in a big way. This tells me that those pumps are going full tilt boogie.
This would be hilarious if it weren't so funny. Our government is putting the final touches on the MOAB or 'Mother Of All Bombs', containing about 18 thousand pounds of triton. This is supposed to replace the smaller Daisy cutter bomb which we know about from blowing up those Afghani caves. 'Scuse me, but eighteen thousand pounds of explosives? This is hardly a smart bomb. In fact, I'd have to classify it as a weapon of mass destruction. That's the only classification that fits. It's roughly equivalent to the nukes that we dropped on Japan; sans radiation. Didn't your mother ever teach you that two wrongs don't make a right? Huh? George?
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Reporters like Bill Greider from the Washington Post and Him
Naughton of the New York Times, for instance, had to file long, detailed,
and relatively complex stories every day -- while my own deadline fell
every two weeks -- but neither of them ever seemed in a hurry about
getting their work done, and from time to time they would try to console
me about the terrible pressure I always seemed to be laboring under.
Any $100-an-hour psychiatrist could probably explain this problem
to me, in thirteen or fourteen sessions, but I don't have time for that.
No doubt it has something to do with a deep-seated personality defect, or
maybe a kink in whatever blood vessel leads into the pineal gland... On
the other hand, it might be something as simple & basically perverse as
whatever instinct it is that causes a jackrabbit to wait until the last
possible second to dart across the road in front of a speeding car.
-- Hunter S. Thompson, "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail"
Naughton of the New York Times, for instance, had to file long, detailed,
and relatively complex stories every day -- while my own deadline fell
every two weeks -- but neither of them ever seemed in a hurry about
getting their work done, and from time to time they would try to console
me about the terrible pressure I always seemed to be laboring under.
Any $100-an-hour psychiatrist could probably explain this problem
to me, in thirteen or fourteen sessions, but I don't have time for that.
No doubt it has something to do with a deep-seated personality defect, or
maybe a kink in whatever blood vessel leads into the pineal gland... On
the other hand, it might be something as simple & basically perverse as
whatever instinct it is that causes a jackrabbit to wait until the last
possible second to dart across the road in front of a speeding car.
-- Hunter S. Thompson, "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail"

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