The pit stop.
220 miles out and time to fill the roughly half empty tank. As I said before, never hit UKplc M-Ways with anything other than a full tank of gas. At a half tank you pit, if for no other reason than bladder prompting.
The air was chilled and the weather was closing. As expected. However I reckoned we’d break the border before anything really hit. You must understand the weather. That is the basis of farming. The secret for thousands of years after we were given the gift of seed protection.
Only counter battery and queueing theory masters ever got near their nautical ancestors in guessing the secrets held in Admiralty and arable farming.
That is until very recently.
How to put the genie back in the bottle.
SECRET WAR AND CHANGING RELATIONSHIPS
Deficiencies both in the basic understanding of the physical processes in the environment and in the technology of environmental change make it highly unlikely that environmental modification will be an attractive weapon system in any direct military confrontation in the near future. Man already possesses highly effective tools for destruction. Eventually, however, means other than open warfare may be used to secure national advantage. As economic competition among many advanced nations heightens, it may be to a country’s advantage to ensure a peaceful natural environment for itself and a disturbed environment for its competitors. Operations producing such conditions might be carried out covertly, since nature’s great irregularity permits storms, floods, droughts, earthquakes and tidal waves to be viewed as unusual but not unexpected. Such a ‘secret war’ need never be declared or even known by the affected populations. It could go on for years with only the security forces involved being aware of it. The years of drought and storm would be attributed to unkindly nature and only after a nation were thoroughly drained would an armed take-over be attempted.
No chance bitchboybitches.
Now this is where it all revealed itself.
In the purchase of hydrocarbons. As Winston knew he was putting into place when the fleet went oil fired. Feeding the camel jockeying boybitches with the sweat of libertarded fool taxes.
Aside No5. Although Jackie Fisher would not recognise the compliment, he was entirely vindicated when Pearl Harbour was eased into our ken.
Answer me this.
Where is the devil’s id these days?