For yes, I have been pondering on exactly how a world run by crime lords would function in real life, and I have to say it's a lot more problematic than you might think. For practical reasons, you'd have to have an established planetary government, because trying to take over dozens if not hundreds of separate national governments would be a logistical nightmare. I suppose the most famous example, and the one that got me thinking along these lines, is Tatooine, Luke Skywalker's old home planet. Art?
Pretty bleak |
Mos Eisley: note absence of police |
Another thing you won't tolerate is violence against the person; you want your worker minions to keep living in order to make you money, which they can't do if they're dead or injured. So those armed robberies had better not spill blood, or the police and your own people will be on the hunt.
Raffles - your robbery role model |
Now, time to put the motley in a canoe and parachute it over the middle of the North Sea!*
A Racy Anecdote
No! Get your base minds out of the septic sump they simmer in, this is nothing naughty because BOOJUM! is eminently safe for children to read.**
I refer, of course, to motor cars and the sporty practice of whizzing them around at high speed for the delectation of an audience, both at a racetrack and on television.
CAUTION! Do not try this at home. (Nor in your car, either) |
At 6'2" I'm not sure how he managed to fit in one |
"Abimelech"
Apologies for once again subjecting you to the mental flotsam that drifts ashore on the beaches of my consciousness - I say, that's frightfully poetic, isn't it? However, since I hate all poetry - Apologies for dredging up a load of Who Knows What.
This is one of those words that just pop up from time to time, making me search them out. Art?
Totally rocking the 'Hairy and Hatty" look |
He turns out to be one of the kings of ancient Israel, and he was a right one and no mistake - he killed seventy of his brothers in order to be last man standing and inherit the crown. Fractious to a point, he was always waging war - hey, everyone's entitled to a hobby! - and in a bitter irony had his brains bashed in by a stone hurled from a tower under siege, and said stone was hurled by a woman.***
Finally -
I am reading through the Observer's Basic Book of Aircraft, and came across a strange aerial item titled the "Fairey Gannet". Art?
The wings are folded for storage - it doesn't fly like that! |
Anyway, the Gannet was intended to serve aboard aircraft carriers, as an anti-submarine aircraft, stooging around for hours on end, looking for Sinister subs sneaking slyly in the Skaggerak. Or something like that.
And with that, we are done. Done!
* Don't worry, motley's are very bouyant.
** What they make of it is another matter altogether.
*** We refer you to yesterday's post "Getting Stoned"
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