The hell...?
As I was finishing up work today I stumbled across the latest issue of Popular Mechanics. Usually the stuff I find in there is great to read and fills my life with such emotion. However on this particular occasion, there was an article about rat brains flying an F-A22, I think it was or our latest and greatest war jet.
WTF mate? I guess that is what it has come down to these days, rat brains controlling our national security in the near future. The way it works apparently, scientists or who ever the fuck came up with this idea, took 25,000 rat neurons and linked them with some sort of positronic-adapter. This adapter then fires the signals to a land based dish that then communicates with the air-borne fighter jet.
Maybe i'm just not getting this or what, what the hell? I tell ya, we as a country fund some of the craziest shit immaginable. No wonder people hate our country, we do weird ass crap. Just think though, if we took some Chris Rock brain cells and did the same god damn thing. We could even mix and match, little Adam Sandler with some Harry Carry, you'd have a jewish-crazy old man controlled jet. It probablly just fly in circles, but I say we give it a chance in Iraq, the rebels will not know what to expect. Osama would shit his pants twice over.
Anyways, thats all for now. By the way, this passage had sublimenal messages that told you to donate money to my P.U.D. fund. People for Underage Drinking, which volunteers 75% of its time to the community, helping rubuild the damaged infastructures of our cities and 66% of the rest of its time getting flat out wasted. 85% of that 66% is spent in radical drinking games that strengthen the minds of our youth for the toughness of the real world, while the other 15% is spent in deep meditaiton while under the influence of the worlds nastyest whiskey. You guessed it...Kentucky Gentleman. God damn, I just can't let it go.
WTF mate? I guess that is what it has come down to these days, rat brains controlling our national security in the near future. The way it works apparently, scientists or who ever the fuck came up with this idea, took 25,000 rat neurons and linked them with some sort of positronic-adapter. This adapter then fires the signals to a land based dish that then communicates with the air-borne fighter jet.
Maybe i'm just not getting this or what, what the hell? I tell ya, we as a country fund some of the craziest shit immaginable. No wonder people hate our country, we do weird ass crap. Just think though, if we took some Chris Rock brain cells and did the same god damn thing. We could even mix and match, little Adam Sandler with some Harry Carry, you'd have a jewish-crazy old man controlled jet. It probablly just fly in circles, but I say we give it a chance in Iraq, the rebels will not know what to expect. Osama would shit his pants twice over.
Anyways, thats all for now. By the way, this passage had sublimenal messages that told you to donate money to my P.U.D. fund. People for Underage Drinking, which volunteers 75% of its time to the community, helping rubuild the damaged infastructures of our cities and 66% of the rest of its time getting flat out wasted. 85% of that 66% is spent in radical drinking games that strengthen the minds of our youth for the toughness of the real world, while the other 15% is spent in deep meditaiton while under the influence of the worlds nastyest whiskey. You guessed it...Kentucky Gentleman. God damn, I just can't let it go.
posted by Z at 10:11 PM
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