hondarobot
07-28-2006, 02:58 AM
I was just watching The Daily Show, and John Stewart had this woman on who wrote this book: http://www.defensetech.org/archives/002495.html. Actually that's a link to a review of the book, but it's called Imaginary Weapons: A Journey Through The Pentagon's Scientific Underworld. Sounds like a fascinating book.
I'm not trying to make any sort of political statement or anything, but apparently (according to the author), there are people in the A ring of the pentagon attempting to develop a nuclear hand grenade.
That's right. Hand grenade.
The guys who ever might get issued those fuckers better have one hell of an arm on 'em. I can just imagine this exchange:
Sergent: "OK, just pull the pin and throw that bastard as far as you can. And run in the opposite direction. . . really fast. Uh, stop drop and roll at some point. . . it would be good to be near an underground shelter, or a ditch. . . hide behind a tree maybe."
Private: "Uh. . . nuclear? Like, atomic bomb kinda deal?"
Sergent: "It's not that bad! It packs a punch, sure, but you don't want to be some pussy with a conventional explosive, do ya? Oh, and line your clothes with lead. And something fire retardant. . . There's a bit of a firestorm thingy following the, uh, nuclear blast. Just little things, but it blows up Real Good!"
Private: "Sweet!"
Sergent: "And don't take it out of that protective box until I'm back at HQ. I'm allergic to cancer."
I'm not trying to make any sort of political statement or anything, but apparently (according to the author), there are people in the A ring of the pentagon attempting to develop a nuclear hand grenade.
That's right. Hand grenade.
The guys who ever might get issued those fuckers better have one hell of an arm on 'em. I can just imagine this exchange:
Sergent: "OK, just pull the pin and throw that bastard as far as you can. And run in the opposite direction. . . really fast. Uh, stop drop and roll at some point. . . it would be good to be near an underground shelter, or a ditch. . . hide behind a tree maybe."
Private: "Uh. . . nuclear? Like, atomic bomb kinda deal?"
Sergent: "It's not that bad! It packs a punch, sure, but you don't want to be some pussy with a conventional explosive, do ya? Oh, and line your clothes with lead. And something fire retardant. . . There's a bit of a firestorm thingy following the, uh, nuclear blast. Just little things, but it blows up Real Good!"
Private: "Sweet!"
Sergent: "And don't take it out of that protective box until I'm back at HQ. I'm allergic to cancer."