Bear With Me, It'll Take A Minute
Especially as I have to keep popping downstairs to monitor the chicken kebabs and whether they're cooking properly. They looked distinctly underdone last time I looked.
ANYWAY Art!
Not quite this blog's title but pretty close. No, we are not going to focus on an obscure Thirties thriller featuring stock actors you've never heard of, it's just I wanted a catchy Primo illo to attract the visitors. Then again I might have chosen an obscure 2006 romantic thriller - do such things exist? - by Linda Howard. Art!
Again, close but no cigar. There is always a recourse to The Rolling Stones, those cyborg-zombies whom are still going through the motions - because cyborgs are really, really good at replicating the movements - and their track 'Undercover Of The Night' which is, again, close to today's title.
No, I'm not going to put up an illo of said track, I don't like them very much. Their film attempts were also way, way feebler than those of The Beatles. Art!
From 'Help' with the very delicious - sorry I mean 'very talented actress' Eleanor Bron.
Where were we?
O yes! Darkness and dark deeds. You see, going back centuries if not millennia, armies in conflict used to employ the hours of darkness to carry out all their logistical functions; resupply with ammunition, rotate out soldiers gong on leave or training or sick, move in food and water, repair field fortifications, control the media, send back administrative data. Art!
BECAUSE THEY COULD NOT BE SEEN.
Up until now. One hundred and ten years ago, as our predecessors fought on the Somme, both sides would partake in an unofficial truce during the hours of darkness, allowing them to carry out the actions detailed above. Any bright young spark on either side who decided that they were going to Wage Unmitigated War was rapidly and brutally brought up to speed on how things actually were, not how the print media described. Yes yes yes, for both sides. Art!
These are British paratroopers getting ready to deliver air mail and bad wishes to the Teutons as of 6th June 1944, because once again THEY COULD NOT BE SEEN. It was dark and they were wearing cam-cream.
Looking at the Youtuber 'Jake Broe' from which the monochrome above is taken, cheap infra-red vision technology is verrrry widespread, so much so that it is being widely used on Ukrainian drones. In case you miss my point, it means that the technology has been produced on such a scale that it's now cheap and affordable enough to allocate to individual FPV drones. YOU WILL BE SEEN.
The night, it seems, no longer provides cover.
I shall draw a curtain across what happened to the orcs in the first instance. Nothing good, as Jake explains that the Kozaky will call in more drones from across their front lines and assemble in order to disassemble the orcs.
Art!
A Ruffian 'Tunguska' SAM system, once again recorded in infra-red as proof that the night is no longer any protection, about to become a Transformer. In this case, into Ruin, whom cost $15 million. You see - the technical explanation? - the radar 'gates' on this system are set to 'Narrow', because if they were set to 'Wide' it would pick up not only drones but bird flocks, insect swarms, leaves, dirt, rain, snow and ground clutter. Causing so many false alarms that the system would be useless. Art!
An oil depot in occupied Luhansk. The Kozaky drones are able to work out which tanks have content and which do not, and have gone to those with content, which cannot have contented - O do you see wh O you do - the Ruffians.
A chart used as per 'Clement Molin', an excellent Twitter analyst and provider, whose statistics are enacted above. Here you can see the dramatic upturn in Kozaky strikes on Ruffian SAM systems, leading to a total of 30 destroyed in April. These things cost akin $10 million each and are becoming increasingly difficult for the orcs to replace, as they are chock-full of valuable electronics that they cannot easily or quickly replace.
It gets worse for the orcs. Art!
What we have here is an Ukrainian Sky-Sweeping Drone-Malletting Gun Turret System that I shall call 'Spitfire' because I can. They are currently being deployed on the front lines with the intent of shooting down Ruffian drones, at a fraction of their overall cost, since a burst of 20 mm ammo is a fraction of fraction of your average Shahed. Ukraine currently shoots down 90% of the Ruffian drones attacking it's territory, so anything above that is cool - once again, the orcs expend $100 million per night trying to reduce Ukrainian toilet statistics to their own level. No word of a lie. This may have lead to Putinpot looking to be 103 years old at his Victory Charade as of May 9th.
More Of Nine!
Do not worry, we have a lot more of 'Nine' to come, including one that occurred to me whilst delivering Edna during her trotty quotient. Art!
This is 'Doctor TIGER Ninestein' as of the dramamentary series 'Terrahawks' and whom is one of nine clones whom can be called into action whenever the plot demands it. As I recall, if one of his clones in leading the fight against extra-terrestrials based on Mars - NAUGHTY NAUGHTY Gerry stealing concepts from 'Captain Scarlet' - is totalled, the next clone can be implanted with his predecessor's knowledge. Quite a concept. If only it could be adopted amongst South Canadian manglement!
Establishing Depth
Art!
What's going on here? You may well wonder, I did myself after coming across this picture on my list of Bookmarks And Favourites. Ol' Art and Stanny rather stood out from the crowd, and Deke also stirred a chord. This is a background publicity shot from 1968 at the MGM studio lot in 1968 during the shooting of "2001: A Space Odyssey" where the studio and scriptwriter were assembling various NASA authorities to see if they were being sufficiently accurate.
They were.
In fact they were being so accurate there were conspiracy theories about how Ol' Stanny filmed the -
Which is another nonsense for another blog.
Now, Speaking Of Sweaty Secondaries
It used to be that South Canadian politicians in the Wizard Lizard Gizzard party who were not fans of Donold Judas Trump did not dare to stand up to him, for Lo! he would turn up at their political location on his personal airplane, and campaign against them. Which would be political un-alivement. That, however, was before he began to display symptoms of dementia and utter idleness, becoming more wedded to cheating on a golf-course than wielding political power. Art!
He seems to be more focussed on what extras he can ladle onto his burger than anything else, and before he can get out on the course and cheat anyone else. Who else is up for a round of golf curse*?
This Is How Horror Films Begin
You know, that trope with a telephone call from within the house itself, which cannot occur nowadays given mobile phones and modern digital deviltry, which at least deletes one method of cheap horror film production -
HOWEVER -'
See you in September.
* Did I use 'else' too ofen? Do let me know!
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