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Dude. Dude. Dude.

13,000 years ago! DUDE!

http://www.newscientist.com/news/news.jsp?id=ns99996588

Dude.

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ursulav

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Dude. Dude. Dude.

13,000 years ago! DUDE!

http://www.newscientist.com/news/news.jsp?id=ns99996588

Dude.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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Okay, about these missing explosives.

I don't know squat about them. I'm not gonna automatically assume that it was some hideous failure by Bush--Bush has enough hideous failures in my book that I don't feel the need to go looking for new ones. The man's a goob. Kerry could publically commit necrobeastiality with dead puppies and I still wouldn't vote for Bush. (I might consider going Libertarian, in that case, mind you, but let's just establish as a ground rule here that my loathing of Bush is not up for grabs and move on.) I don't need more reasons to detest Bush--I have a vast and lovingly polished array--so I don't really care if the explosives are directly his fault or not. I've maxed out my detestation--one more or less isn't gonna matter. In a weird sort of way, I'm so far gone into despising him that I'm willing to be open minded on this one, because I don't NEED any more reasons.

And hey, wars are weird. Maybe it's entirely possible that 300 tons of explosive could grow legs and nobody'd notice. What do I know? I've never been in a war. I can spend twenty minutes looking for my car keys when they're actually in my hand, I got nothin' to call anybody on, particularly if a really pissed off local insurgency is shooting at them.

But this I don't understand.
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breeden
ursulav

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Okay, about these missing explosives.

I don’t know squat about them. I’m not gonna automatically assume that it was some hideous failure by Bush–Bush has enough hideous failures in my book that I don’t feel the need to go looking for new ones. The man’s a goob. Kerry could publically commit necrobeastiality with dead puppies and I still wouldn’t vote for Bush. (I might consider going Libertarian, in that case, mind you, but let’s just establish as a ground rule here that my loathing of Bush is not up for grabs and move on.) I don’t need more reasons to detest Bush–I have a vast and lovingly polished array–so I don’t really care if the explosives are directly his fault or not. I’ve maxed out my detestation–one more or less isn’t gonna matter. In a weird sort of way, I’m so far gone into despising him that I’m willing to be open minded on this one, because I don’t NEED any more reasons.

And hey, wars are weird. Maybe it’s entirely possible that 300 tons of explosive could grow legs and nobody’d notice. What do I know? I’ve never been in a war. I can spend twenty minutes looking for my car keys when they’re actually in my hand, I got nothin’ to call anybody on, particularly if a really pissed off local insurgency is shooting at them.

But this I don’t understand.

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Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.