It has been seven years now, and what I wrote two years ago is still applicable, sadly.
Now, each fall, we hear the distant thunder, the stories about predator drones in Pakistan, gunships dancing over barren hillsides, and collateral damage destroying the people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. And all with it the faint promise of finding the guy responsible, while showing his work, a snuff film on the jumbotron, to justify our latest folly.
More later,
Born in the 1900s
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Or: How old am I, really? I’m seeing this a lot of late, and it bugs me. It
bugs me enough that I got out my trusty Chicago Manual of Style, 18th
edition, ...
5 days ago