Archive for March, 2010

Uh-oh!

Posted in ADA, army life, army training, guns, HOOAH!, politcs, rankers, tech pron, War On Terror with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on 28, March 2010 by chockblock

Seems that MEADS (the program to replace Patriot) is in trouble….

“The $19 billion U.S.-European MEADS missile development program is facing about $1 billion in added costs, according to officials briefed on the program, but the overrun should not breach congressional thresholds that would trigger a live-or-die review.

Gregory Kee, general manager for the NATO agency that manages the Medium Extended Air Defense System acknowledged it would require additional funding to finish the development of the missile system designed to replace the aging Patriot system, but gave no exact figure”

Exclusive: Int’l Missile Program Faces $1 Bln Cost Overrun
by Andrea Shalal-Esa

Man, we need this. I hope this don’t go the way of that other defense program…..

h/t: NOSIT

The Damn thing passed

Posted in politcs, Uncategorized, War On Terror with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on 22, March 2010 by chockblock

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

The Second Coming, Yeats

It passed, 219-212 in the House.

Health care? America, you’ve been warned.

Death Pannels

Rationing

Denial of care.

Family “planning” that makes CHina look like Kate plus 8.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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