Damned Arms Race

Fall Out Boy, Mis-heard Lyrics

I am an arms dealer
filling you with weapons in the form of words.
And- don’t really care which side wins;
as long as the room keeps singing,
that’s just the business I’m in.

This ain’t a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
This ain’t a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
This ain’t a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
I’m not a shoulder to cry on,
but I digress.

I’m a leading man,
and the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate, oh-so-intricate
I’m a leading man,
and the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate, oh-so-intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up,
(you look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk,
(prima-donnas of the gutter )
At night we’re painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars;
no, more like p-p-p-parties.

This ain’t a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
This ain’t a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
This ain’t a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
Bandwagon’s full,
please catch another.

I’m a leading man,
and the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate, oh-so-intricate
I’m a leading man,
and the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate, oh-so-intricate

All the boys who the dance floor didn’t love,
And all the girls whose lips couldn’t move fast enough,
Sing until your lungs give out.

This aint a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
This aint a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
(Now you)
This aint a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
(wear out the groove)
This aint a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
(sing it out loud)
This aint a scene, its a – god damn arms race,
(Oh oh)
This aint a scene, its a – god damn arms race.

I’m a leading man,
and the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate, oh-so-intricate
I’m a leading man,
and the lies I weave are oh-so-intricate, oh-so-intricate

Fuel/Air Mix

Yes, Its an Arms race, But some times, war is not symmetrical. You may have the ultimate deluxe of weapons of massive destruction, but If you can’t find or even see your target, Whats the point? Other times, you may know exactly where your target is. It may well be in plain sight. But it is so impregable that you need highly trained commando teams and remote control robots to duck from enfilade to rocky out-crop, before blowing the bloody doors off and engaging the enemy in hand to hand combat. Hey, Might as well let of some “Daisy Cutters” too, Looks good on CNN.

Of course. what happens if your commando teams can’t even find the target? They’ve slunk away in the night, OR are not even there? You’ve just blasted a half mountain range away with guided missles and commited 20 blackhawks and a couple of companies of SF troops to reducing Lots of large rocks to lots of little rocks. and dust. Dust?

Point is, exactly the same amount of rock is sitting there, Its just in lots of bits, and you’ve used up a helluva lot of ammunition and energy and time, for not a lot of payback.

“….”

Time to pack up, regroup, have a good stiff drink, and then find something else to blow up.

Black Ops

A Black operation is one that is conducted in secret with plausible deniability. Covert missions dovetail neatly into the world of espionage and information gathering. One will facilitate the other. The ground must be prepared in order for the operation to succeed. Every last eventuality must be prepared for. But i’ll tell you what, the planning and preparation is a painstakingly slow process. Can’t wait to knock the doors down and go in full gear. but for now? planning & recon are the key.

The above entry is entirely metaphorical and has nothing to do with current world events. In fact its 3 entries in one. a) Funny song and Video for you all to enjoy. 2) A Very Annoyed metaphor/rant, 3) A very Exciting metaphor. ha! now I hope that’s confused you…