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In Chicken Hawks and Other War Birds, Cronatos Hybamper, Ignorance of History, Movies, Nuclear Weapons, Nuclear Weapons and War, Political Satire, Putin, Russia, The Great Stupid, True Patriotism, Trump, War and Rumors of War on December 23, 2016 at 2:01 pm


It was true that he had never worn a uniform. He had never been shot at, much less wounded in action. He didn’t know a brigade from a corn cob, and he was widely thought to have been a hack in the Senate. Fair enough. These were facts, unflattering, immutable facts. But he had taken the Oath of Office and he was now the only person in the United States of America who could turn to the uniformed officer who followed him everywhere he went, and say without fear of contradiction or cowardly cavil, “Now, Colonel. Launch them right now!” And God only knew how many missiles bearing how many megatons would then go thundering off to smack the Holy living shit out of Russia, or Iran, or North Korea, or pretty much anywhere that he damned well pleased.

 From Cronatos Hybamper –An Extraordinary Incident, by Tom Diaz

 Yes, with all due modesty, it’s true once again. Cronatos Hybamper has an eerie way of wrapping its soul around the good stuff. This passage is from the chapter in which accidental President Roger Wilson Lane decides to flex his muscles and demand a little respect around the White House.

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And now, a break from the heavy stuff. Seasons Greetings, Earth People, from the author:

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Holidays, Happy New Year! Whatever!

Back to reality.

Michael D. Shear And James Glanz, “Trump Says the U.S. Should Expand Its Nuclear Capacity,The New York Times, Dec. 22, 2016.

WEST PALM BEACH, Fla. — President-elect Donald J. Trump said on Thursday that the United States should greatly “expand its nuclear capability,” appearing to suggest an end to decades of efforts by presidents of both parties to reduce the role of nuclear weapons in American defenses and strategy.




In Cronatos Hybamper, Espionage, Intelligence and Counter-Intelligence, Nuclear Weapons, Political Satire, Putin, War and Rumors of War on December 18, 2016 at 11:05 pm


From Cronatos Hybamper –An Extraordinary Incident

by Tom Diaz (2016)

First Lieutenant Bud Kinard felt his sphincter tighten like a rusty wing nut. A wave of nausea sloshed back and forth across his gut, lifting his vomit reflex up onto crests and dropping it down into hollows. The sweat glands under his armpits secreted a curdled scent he had last whiffed six years earlier.

The acrid odor jerked him back in time, back to precisely that baffling and terrifying moment on his maiden day at the United States Air Force Academy when the first of what seemed like an endlessly thrusting human bayonet of bellowing, in-his-face upper classmen yelled at him to “get off my bus!” None of the people shouting at him in that maelstrom seemed to really care that he had been handpicked for admission. It mattered not at all that Bud Kinard was destined to be a star tight end on the perennially mediocre Falcons football team.

Now, a more seasoned and freshly promoted 1st Lt. Bud Kinard was the very point, the forward molecule, of the nation’s defense system. The United States Air Force and America writ large trusted him. His straw-red hair was buzz cut, his shoes were polished to mirrored reflection, his short-sleeved blue service uniform—worn every day in accordance with NRO directive 120-1, “The NRO Military Uniform Wear Policy”—was tapered to fit his superbly conditioned athlete’s body. He was, in short, tack sharp.

Lt. Kinard was also supposed to know what to do. That was the whole point of his existence. Four years at the Academy. Seven months at the Air Force intelligence officer’s training school at Goodfellow Air Force Base in San Angelo, Texas. Three more months specialized training learning every nook and cranny of the Cronatos Hybamper satellite system. But the best he could come up with now was to flick tiny little beads of cold sweat off of his ashen face, wipe his palms on his thickly muscled thighs, and squeeze his pale, ice-cube blue eyes into an uncomprehending squint. Bud Kinard had never, ever seen Cronatos Hybamper dump anything remotely like this. Not yesterday, not last month, not in all the eight dreamy months of his exhilaratingly intense experience as an Air Force intelligence officer on assignment to the National Reconnaissance Office, one of the “big five” U.S. intelligence agencies.

Duty Officer Major Ramonita Stackhouse, West Point graduate, legendary military intelligence analyst, and all-around junior officer ball-buster, acknowledged him with her customary steely gaze, eyebrows raised in a manner that conveyed impatient disapproval of whatever was about to fall out of the speaking orifice of this young officer.
“What brings you to Jay Fuck, Lieutenant?”
“Ma’am,” Lt. Kinard said, “We have a problem.”

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