Imagine too.. joining a group whose highest desirable fate is - to never be needed; just to be - a deterrent. In case you thought we couldn't kick the shit out of you, well - just try.

Extreme form: the Rus or 'Our' Raketchiki (missileers). If they ever have to go to work: they and all - have lost! But by threatening to go to work..

Anyway - nice summary of the Military-Peter in Principle. Simpler:

It's a M.A.D. M.A.D. M.A.D. M.A.D. World and we habitually lie to our kids - that we are rational and beneficent. (They notice the lie ~ when they stop waiting for the Great Pumpkin to appear). No wonder there's Rap and overblown saxophones... and a possible Dubya/Gore at the helm, depending on the coin flip.


Ashton
How do I get outta this chicken outfit?