"Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun"
It is with great joy that I announce my official ascendancy to the throne of "Pool Viking" as evidenced by the arrival of my many thousand cards illuminating my new found stature. Rest assured, many handfuls of the otherwise useless cards and stationary will be dispatched to must of you so that you might souse yourself in my greatness.
For many decades, perhaps centuries, occupational sociologists will mark today, the 1st of February ought Five, as the day a man so nimble of mind, gentle in demeanor, and stately in appearance transcended the traditional rungs of organizational hierarchy to leave behind the moniker of "coffee bitch" and achieve "Pool Viking".
Aside from the momentous nature of this occasion, I must say that I agree with Molly in theory (assuming that was Molly's shout entitled "The End is Nigh") but cast my doubts over the timetable. I see this happening much later in our lives and, like Sol, relish the day when we can play the role of spectator to global affairs scene and no longer quibble over the "right" or "wrong" international policy decisions. Instead, the barometer dictating the relative prudence of our international policy will manifest itself in the form of a heavy handed slap about the jowl from the likes of China or India. Selah.
In other news, I've got a point of inquiry that I need some feedback on. A real web of ideas ranging from the academic (looking at you kids in H-Town...especially Null) to the militaristic (Nik) and encompassing everything in-between. The question is this: Has the old 230 Diesel Mercedes fallen out of favor with contemporary terrorist organizations? Obviously I can't speak for the rest of the group, but the brand of terrorism I was brought up on definitely featured the 230 Diesel Benz and maybe the occasional VW Minibus. If you were going to kidnap some embassy employees, blindfold a western journalist for a high speed circuitous route to a clandestine interview, or just pack a car with plain old C4 the early model 230 Diesel Benz was your vehicle of choice. The cat's pajamas. Your mark to the rest of the world that, as a terrorist organization, you'd made it. Naturally this leads to the question, if they have indeed fallen out of favor, what's the vehicle of choice today? I think Company has a responsibility to thoughtfully and humorously comment on this more thoroughly.
That's about all I can contribute to the discussion tonight. So with that, I bid you adieu with love...particularly to one C. Ramey.
-Aden
For many decades, perhaps centuries, occupational sociologists will mark today, the 1st of February ought Five, as the day a man so nimble of mind, gentle in demeanor, and stately in appearance transcended the traditional rungs of organizational hierarchy to leave behind the moniker of "coffee bitch" and achieve "Pool Viking".
Aside from the momentous nature of this occasion, I must say that I agree with Molly in theory (assuming that was Molly's shout entitled "The End is Nigh") but cast my doubts over the timetable. I see this happening much later in our lives and, like Sol, relish the day when we can play the role of spectator to global affairs scene and no longer quibble over the "right" or "wrong" international policy decisions. Instead, the barometer dictating the relative prudence of our international policy will manifest itself in the form of a heavy handed slap about the jowl from the likes of China or India. Selah.
In other news, I've got a point of inquiry that I need some feedback on. A real web of ideas ranging from the academic (looking at you kids in H-Town...especially Null) to the militaristic (Nik) and encompassing everything in-between. The question is this: Has the old 230 Diesel Mercedes fallen out of favor with contemporary terrorist organizations? Obviously I can't speak for the rest of the group, but the brand of terrorism I was brought up on definitely featured the 230 Diesel Benz and maybe the occasional VW Minibus. If you were going to kidnap some embassy employees, blindfold a western journalist for a high speed circuitous route to a clandestine interview, or just pack a car with plain old C4 the early model 230 Diesel Benz was your vehicle of choice. The cat's pajamas. Your mark to the rest of the world that, as a terrorist organization, you'd made it. Naturally this leads to the question, if they have indeed fallen out of favor, what's the vehicle of choice today? I think Company has a responsibility to thoughtfully and humorously comment on this more thoroughly.
That's about all I can contribute to the discussion tonight. So with that, I bid you adieu with love...particularly to one C. Ramey.
-Aden
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