ANYWAY, one late night, as I was driving back from a long road trip, I heard this nut ball guy on the radio talking about a Space Treaty that was necessary because we were having wars on the moon that nobody knows about. He went into some nut parade dissertation about various countries blah blah, I don’t know. I didn’t listen well.

But I never thought that the nut ball Space Treaty was actually a real thing. OMG.

Since we are banned from putting weapons on any celestial body, my plan to so arm Megan Fox must also be nixed!

http://www.ironsky.net

Pretty stiff competition from the Canadians on that, eh? They have nothing else to do up there, other than charge politically incorrect mongers with hate crimes.

Sure, we’ve got a pretty huge number of caber-tossin’ Scots-Americans down here who can certainly hold their own against anything the Frozen North presents, but who wants to risk the Moon going all Second City? This is too big a threat to take any chances with. Let’s break with tradition and make it calf throwing and bull roping. that way, we won’t even have to do much…just say “Texas” once or twice and most of the world will preemptively quit the treaty. Then when we’re the only ones in it, we can tear it up and fire away at old Mare Imbrium or whatever other targets suit FrankJ’s mood that day.

Merry Christmas, all.

For example, Vancouver has long had this small street sign at the entrance of the city “Vancouver is a nuclear weapons free zone”

thanks to that sign, we’ve never been nuked.

Hiroshima forgot to put up the sign.

What site do you think this is?

In this case, however, there is a mitigating aspect of it. You really don’t need a nuke from space. One of the big weapon ideas right now is to fire a tungsten rod from space. link

Why bother with a super complex nuclear weapon, put it in outer space, expose it to radiation and chance a problem with it when all we need is to aim a bowling ball and drop it on your head at over a hundred thousand miles an hour.

One of the disadvantages of living at the bottom of a gravity well is that things fall down towards you… and fall faster the farther they drop.

Personally, I would load the damn thing up with drums of bacon fat. How much would that annoy those terrorists? “Hey, did you hear? Our buddy, the bomb maker, was killed yesterday when a pig fell on his head at about a 100,000 miles an hour. He can’t go to heaven because he is now bacon scented crater.”