A Book I Don’t Want To Read — Or Live Through
Monday, June 23rd, 2008[Update: Today's article in Reuters puts my little musing of yesterday in a sharper focus.]
BEIJING (Reuters) – China has bolstered its Olympic security effort by deploying a battery of surface-to-air missile launchers a kilometer south of the showpiece venues for the Beijing Games.
At least two camouflaged Hongqi 7 missile launchers were visible from a public road close to the stadium built for the 1990 Asian Games, which is just across the city’s fourth ring road from the Bird’s Nest arena and Water Cube aquatics centre.
Radar dishes and other military vehicles along with uniformed air force personnel were also visible through a fence on which was posted a notice reading “Military Administrative District, No Admittance”.
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It regards terrorism as the biggest threat and claims to have foiled bomb plots and plans to kidnap athletes by militants from the far-Western region of Xinjiang.
Beijing said last week that a special 100,000-strong security force, including the elite Snow Wolf Commando Unit, was already on alert for terrorists.
I think of things while in the shower. Like this moring, I was thinkin’ that in just a few more weeks the eyes of the world will be on the new Olympic stadium in Bejing as the athletes march in the opening ceremony. Heads of state from all over the world will be there, including President Bush and one would assume the highest ranking of the Chinese Communists. All the high-ranking al Queda operatives and planners could possibly be thinking as they watch and read about the 2008 Olympics is, “What a target rich environment — Oh ya betcha!” When I got that far in my mind, my inner Tom Clancy decided it was time for a little channeling o’ the Okie . . .
“No, it wouldn’t be easy, maybe not even possible, but if one could pull this off, Allah would be most pleased and the virgins would be non-stop — even to the point where a faithful man would have to consider asking for them to stop, or maybe slow it down a bit. But, one would have to have faith that if there would be so many of them that the stamina would also be provided. What other payment would suffice the success of such a demonstration of the power of Allah? The time to dream is over, time to act. The torch has reached the platform and in mere moments the Olympic flame will be lit — and then the flame of cleansing will follow. Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! . . . It is time.”
The last thing that anyone in the Olympic Stadium saw was the Olympic flame coming alive followed by a searing beyond-white light — microseconds later no one in the immediate area was alive, actually no one was anything at all except for vaporized and burned at the molecular level. Televised images of the Olympic Opening Ceremony from inside the Olympic village ceased immediately, those from remotes within a few miles went black seconds later — only those from far away that had satellite links showed what had to have been a nuclear blast. Spy satellites confirmed this and that knowledge set off a second chain of events.
The Chinese military immediately began looking for the likely culprit — surely this had to have come from Russia, or the U.S., probably Russia. Not England, or France. Pakistan? India? Not likely, but have to admit, close. North Korea? No.
Most of all, must save face. Who to strike? Eenie. Meenie. Miney. Mo.
The Russians saw it coming but with little time to decision make, let alone act. “Punch the Button comrades . . . punch ALL the buttons!”
Washington had more time, and the ballistic missile defense system saves San Francisco. Lucky them . . . The President gone, the east coast soon to be history — what to do? Launch ‘em ALL! Let God sort it out.
The Israelis weren’t stupid. Western Europe and America were never going to help, never going to be able to help, not in this or the next generation’s lifetimes. The Arabs and the Persians would descend upon God’s people and finish what the Nazi’s started decades ago. It really wasn’t a decision to make, it was fate, and destiny, and if God was willing — self preservation.
They launched ‘em ALL! No more Saudi oilfields and refineries. No more Iraqi oil. No more Arabic capitals. No more Iranian nuclear threat. No more much of anything . . .
Needless to say, what would be left of the world, and the world’s economy, wouldn’t be a very fun place to be. We don’t really understand the environmental fallout of pumping that much radioactive matter into the atmosphere, but one wouldn’t be able to put up an argument that what followed wasn’t man-caused Climate Change. This time, that moniker would fit.
If I were even remotely as talented at Robert Ferrigno this would be a great place to start a story. I’m not — so let’s hope we never have to live it to find out what happens . . .
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