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Monday, 3 April 2023

A Hill In Korea

No!  Not The Film

Which was, incidentally, re-titled as "Hell In Korea" for South Canadian audiences, to slake their thirst for blood, one presumes.

     It's also notable for the film debut of one Michael Caine, as 'National Serviceman Private Lockyer'.  Art!


     This is a touch of irony, since Ol' Mike had actually done his National Service (British for 'Conscription') in Korea during the war there.   Art!

Spot Ol' Mike*

 Since this was four years before he became an actor, and a good 13 years before he became famous, there was no special treatment and his life was on the line on sev

      ANYWAY Your Humble Scribe was busy wondering what to put in this Intro whilst walking Edna earlier this morning, during 'Thinking Time', and I recalled that we'd mentioned China in relation to North Korea, which led me to muse on the border between the two nations.  Art!

You can tell this is an old map as it still has 'USSR' on it

     Here you can see the demarcation line between the two countries, and even the tiny sliver of border with Russia, top starboard.  For most of the border, it's defined by the Tumen and Yalu Rivers.  The Yalu originates atop Paektu Mountain (okay, okay, I lied about the hill.  Wait a minute - poetic licence.  Yeah, poetic licence).  Art!


     This is Heaven Lake, source of the Yalu, which sits in the caldera of Paektu, because it's actually an extinct volcano.

     Predictably, this part of the border is not fenced or guarded because transit at this point would be ridiculously difficult.  In fact the border is very long, 870 miles to be exact, and up until recently has been described as 'porous'.  China has begun to put up fencing in a few areas known for being primary defection routes, but the whole process has been rather half-hearted and subject to the weather-cock attitudes between Beijing and Pyongyang (the Nork's capital).  Fences go up when China gets fed up with the Nork's behaviour (especially testing nuclear missiles), and stop when The Only Fat Man In North Korea tries to mend bridges**.

     You see, China is considerably less worried about Pyongyang's nuclear missile program than it is about Nork stability.  The fear in Beijing for decades has been that a collapse of the Nork regime would lead to an influx of millions of starving Norks into the Chinese border regions; given how minimally the border is policed and protected on the Chinese side, this may a realistic worry.  Art!

"Here we see an elite unit of the Nork Border Guards on patrol"

     Whether or not this would ever happen is debatable, since the famine that killed possibly two million Norks in the Nineties didn't trigger a mass exodus across the Yalu.  Which might explain the lack of security, because what is possible is not always probable.  On the other hand, China does have plans to create five refugee camps Just In Case.

     Right, I think that's enough geography for one day, let's move on.


Things That Came

(or, rather, didn't).  Conrad has been re-watching that Thirties epic, "Things To Come", and broached the subject yesteryon with it's portrayal of military technology, to wit the Vickers Medium Mk. II.  Art!


     Then these things appear.  The setting for the war is 'Everytown', which Conrad supposes is a rather bland metaphor for 'Somewhere In England', so it's not clear where these bizarre objects appear from.  Let's get a closer look at an individual model.  Art!


     A species of self-propelled gun, it would seem.  Not only does it lack a turret, making it inferior to the mighty Vickers Medium, it also lacks a co-axial, pintle or hull-mounted machine gun, again making it less capable than the VM.  Thanks to it's strange design, part of the lower hull is exposed to enemy fire.  It reminds me of a Teuton design from the Second Unpleasantness.  Art!

The Ferdinand: enormous main gun, no machine guns.

     I rest my case.

     Actually, no, I don't.  One of the things that TTC gets wrong is their assumption that gas warfare will immediately be part of the wider war and especially when Everytown is bombed.  This never happened in the Second Unpleasantness, as we now know.  Art!


     Conrad noticed something rather odd about the title.  Art!

That 'G' looks suspiciously like a 'C'


O Delicious Schadenfreude!

Apparently there was a ballfoot game between The Manchester United and New Castles at the weekend, which the Castle team won.  The BBC then allowed a Commentary to be opened on this particular game, much to Conrad's delight.  Before posting one Comment I need to point out that 'Bruno Fernandes' was the 'Captain' of The Manchester United, and apologies for getting so technical.

Comment posted by PeteG, at 18:26 2 Apr

MISSING - Bruno Fernandes. Last seen approaching the Newcastle area on Sunday lunchtime wearing a red top. No sightings since.

Reward offered. Contact Mr Ten Hag, Old Trafford.

Comment posted by Rough Judy, at 18:30 2 Apr

Based on the behaviour of Bruno Fernandes alone, we should all be happy that he was on the losing side today

     Hmmmmm people seem to dislike the poor chap.  ANYWAY 


"The Sea Of Sand"

The Doctor has been surrounded by a throng of rebellious bio-vores on their homeworld, who eagerly lap up his rhetoric.

‘A few of your friends helped to set  me free.  Allow me to guess – you are the peasant population of this world, and you have finally begun to resist your lords and masters?  Armed insurrection?  Revolt?’  This was far better than using a crude bomb to destroy their Earth-terminus trans-mat!  No “mere blind bashing” indeed!

          The bio-vore’s appearance confirmed what he suspected: their assorted harvesting tools and equipment had been adapted to become lethal weapons, knives, pikes, scythes, hammers and other offensive hardware.  A development straight out of Chinese peasant resistance.  A few stunners or shard-throwers were also in evidence, probably booty from slain Warriors.

          ‘Word has reached us that you accuse the aristocrats of being responsible for reducing Homeworld to this - ’ and Imgelissa gestured at the wasted lands around about ‘ – whilst pretending that it is not their fault, that they are fated to rule Homeworld regardless of what they do.’

          With a touch of steel in his tone, the Doctor informed the audience of what he extrapolated about the littoral aristocracy.  How they had despoiled their own world, then sought to export that misery to other worlds, all to avoid having to face the consequences of their own actions.

     You tell 'em!


An Embarrassment Of Hitches

You will, undoubtedly, have seen and heard about Citizen Trump being indicted come tomorrow in New York, when we may find out what the 34 charges are.  

     Here an aside.  Youtube vlogger Farron Balanced, who is not a lawyer but who has worked with them for years, estimated that from the original offences an attorney could, stretching a lot, have come up with 8 charges.  Thus - what on earth are the extra ones?

     ANYWAY what I wanted to bring up is another, civil, trial that will be taking place later this month, involving Darth Marmalade and a lady called E. Jean Carroll.  This is the actual trial, not an indictment that could lead to a court date six months to a year later.  Art!

EJC in the Nineties

     She alleges sexual battery, which Trump denies.  The thing is - this would be an incredibly difficult case to prove after thirty years.  

     Unless EJC has DNA evidence.

     Let's leave to our imaginations where this might come from because some things once seen cannot be unseen.  Notably Citizen Trump has refused to provide the prosecution with a sample of his DNA, until the deadline for submission was past.  He also claimed she 'wasn't his type' and then mis-identified a picture of her as one of his ex-wives.

     Bring on the bucket of popcorn ...


Finally -

Conrad is going to scrape the bristles and then go down and process a portion of the Ukrainian Borscht he made last night, for which photographic evidence will be provided tomorrow.

     Until then!


*  Top row, second from the right.

**  This is a metaphor.  Although bridges built to sustain the weight of puny malnourished Norks might indeed struggle to cope with TOFMINK's bulk.

Sunday, 2 April 2023

Before The Borscht

Greeting, Pilgrims!

Allow me to explicate.  I've got all the ingredients together for a UKRAINIAN Borscht, bar the smoked sausage, which I've substituted with diced pork in a paprika/parsley mix.  It took ages to prep all the stuff and I decided to go ahead and post the customary Sunday links before starting on the actual cooking.

     Of course - obviously! - we need a click-baity picture to ensnare the passing people, so if Art can conjure up a sleazy yet demure cover design ...

Good enough

     Okay, okay, so I stole that line.  Sue me.

2022

BOOJUM!: I Grok Your Lock (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

BOOJUM!: Hack In The USSR (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2021

BOOJUM!: A Very Good Friday (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2020

BOOJUM!: Toxophilic Trauma! (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2019

BOOJUM!: A Report - About Sport (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2018

BOOJUM!: Naked And Unadorned (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2017

BOOJUM!: About That Boat Race - (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2016

BOOJUM!: British Steel (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

BOOJUM!: British Stele (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2015

BOOJUM!: Akh Sirelis! (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2014

BOOJUM!: Hit With The Coincidence Hammer - Again (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)







ALL YOUR SIBERIA BELONG TO US

No, That's Not A Typo Or A Copy From Yesteryon

Buckle up, gentle readers, because we're going on a bit of a wild ride that covers 150 years and one of the world's largest defined regions, as well as an illustration of what 'soft power' can achieve when taking the long view.  Art!

No, no, they're just very small people

     Because 150 year-old treaties are a bit dull to look at.

     Okay: Siberia.  Unless you're up on your geography, it may not be apparent that most of Ruffia is actually Siberia, an immense region that lies beyond the Ural Mountains and which is seen by western Ruffians as 'The East'.  Allow me to cattle-prod Art into wakefulness -


     This is where all that oil and gas comes from, as well as timber, coal and mineral ores.  Getting at these resources is problematic, because of that dotted red line representing the Arctic Circle.

     ANYWAY I have another map for you, because whilst the Ruffians currently control Siberia, 'twas not always the case.  They have a neighbour with long-term plans, who used to control a lot of this territory.  Art!


     Yes, China.  A lot of Siberia belonged to China, until the Opium Wars from 1840 onwards, where Britain (yes us again!), France, Japan and Russia all took to carving out great swathes of Chinese territory following military defeats.  The Chinese collectively called these the 'Unfair Treaties' and their rancour has simmered for over a century about them.

     They have begun remedying this process of imperial conquest, but subtly, and with a long-term plan that requires only commercial exploitation, not need for armed struggle.  The demographics are all against the Ruffians: Siberia, which occupies 75% of Russia, has a population of only 38 million in total, and only 6 million along the 2,740 mile border.  The Chinese have 90 million.  Here's a telling quote from NYT correspondent Joe Jacobs: "With intermarriage, trade and investment across that border, Siberians have realized that, for better or for worse, Beijing is a lot closer than Moscow.We'll come back to that.  Art!


     That's the Imperial Arch in the border city of Blagoveshchenk, restored in 2014 with the Ruffians boasting that the lands along the Amur river had been, were and would always be, Ruffian.

     Not so fast, Peter The Average!

     You should surely know by now that China's economy dwarfs the Ruffian one; even before the Special Idiotic Operation it was ten times larger, and is probably at least twelve times bigger by now.  They're not constrained by sanctions and shortages; au contraire, they are able to exploit Siberia's natural resources at considerable profit to themselves.  

     A Siberian native has posted a verrrry interesting list on Quora of what they see about them in terms of Chinese inter-penetration of Ruffian culture and business, all without a shot being fired.  I shall list some of them:

1) Direct leasing of land to China, for a period of 49 years, which period can be extended.  Given how easy it is to bribe Ruffian officials, this land will effectively become part of China.

2)  Very large Chinese timber operations are taking place in Siberia, with the lumber being exported to China.  Art!

ALL YOUR TIMBER ARE BELONG TO US

3)  Chinese mining and refining operations are taking place on a large scale across Siberia, with the refined products being exported to China.  Art!


4)  There are many markets, cafes and restaurants owned by Chinese.  Many Siberian businesses have Chinese shareholders.  Lots of farms are run by Chinese.

5)  Chinese students come to study in Siberian cities, then stay on after graduating and settle down.

     The poster, Sayan Zoriktuev, pointed out that China hasn't waited for Russia to become weak to take over Siberia, they are already there.  Art!


     Whilst Bloaty Gas Tout has been obsessing with rebuilding Soviet Union 2.0 in Western Ruffia, the Chinese have quietly and insidiously moved into the East and made themselves indispensable.  It's quite possible that the impoverished successors of Putin will, in a generation, formally sign over Siberia for a mess of pottage since they have no other option save to recognise the truth.

     Well, pilgrims, that's a whistle-stop tour of modern geography and trade, hope you enjoyed it as much as Puffy Petrol Pimp hated it.


An Oxymoron

Better-known as a contradiction.  Yes, we are back on the last gasp of "Tora!  Tora!  Tora!", which for some of you will come as a welcome relief.  Okay, here are the photos I took of the American ships at Pearl after being attacked.  Art!






     These 'ships' are, in reality, very large-scale miniatures, which is where the contradiction comes in.  They were approximately 1/15 scale, which is enormous for a model ship.  They needed to be that size as they were going to be blown up, and two things you cannot scale in films are water effects and flames.  So, big ships for big bangs.  Their scenes were shot with special cameras working at 15 times normal speed, so when played back at normal speed, the models had a convincing gravitas and heft to them.


A Minor Yet Amusing Point

I have finished reading "A Very Stable Genius", about the Trump administration up to the beginning of 2020, and it proves that Trump is anything but stable with an IQ akin to that of a seven-year old.  Art!


     I raise this point because I came across a description of him that had me laughing out loud: "Darth Marmalade".  Call me petty but I think it's hilarious.

     No, it's nothing to do with <shudders> Politics, because he's not Prez any more.  Except perhaps in his head.


"The Sea Of Sand"

The Doctor has just witnessed the death of the bio-vore aristocrat Lord Url, after escaping from captivity.

‘In such a case, one practices discretion, that part which bests valour,’ he mused to the uncaring desert around him.  He made a direct path to the distant sea, intending to hit the shore and then work south to the trans-mat complex. 

          Bio-vore society, undergoing convulsions, interrupted his progress.  The Doctor managed to get to the dunes that overlooked the tired, shallow sea before meeting any more inhabitants of Wastelandworld, as he now  dubbed it.

          Suddenly, a group of bio-vores appeared in front of him, looming with silent menace, an ambush out of the sands.  When he turned to retreat, another group stood behind him, looking equally threatening. 

          ‘Stay your hand!’ called one of the aliens.  ‘This is the alien prophet.  He is called “Thedoctor”.  Do not harm him.’

          Feeling absurdly flattered, the Doctor found it hard to avoid preening a little.  He bowed to the aliens, a gesture that impressed them enormously.

          ‘Thank you!  Thank you, and to whom am I indebted?’

          ‘You can call me Imgelissa.  You, Thedoctor, bear a charmed life.  Not less than an hour ago, you were being led to the Place of Execution.’

          Tapping the side of his nose, the Doctor grinned back.

     Watch it with the smiling, Doctor.


Behold!

Art?


     This mighty metal monster is a Vickers Medium Mk. II.  When I saw the photo I thought the main gun was unusually large in calibre, and it is, because it's the Close Support version mounting a 3.7" howitzer.  The one behind is the more  usual model.  You can see the side-mounted Vickers machine gun at the rear, which was complemented by another on the other side.  They were in service during the Thirties, being retired before actually seeing combat in the Second Unpleasantness.

     Why do I bring this up?  O, I thought you'd never ask!

     Because I was watching "Things To Come" last night, and taking photographs.  Art!


     The film was made in 1936, when the Vickers Medium Mk. II was the very acme of British tank design.  Yes, things were that bad.


Finally -

I shall shortly be making a constitutional stroll into Lesser Sodom, and will get the chance to get acquainted to an old pair of Crocs.  My esteemed blue ones had to be binned yesterday; their soles were full of holes and if I went out in the wet I came back home with wet, dirty socks.  Amen.  I should have taken a photo.  Too late now, they're in a bag in the bin.

Toodle-ooh!



Saturday, 1 April 2023

ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US

I Shall Need To Explain This

For the less-than-elderly whippersnappers amongst us.  Art!
Nasty skin infection you've got there, mate

    It's a mangled translation into English of the original Japanese, and should read "All your bases belong to us", from a game called "Zero Wing", which implies either missiles or vintage Second Unpleasantness Japanese aircraft.
     ANYWAY I bring this up because I was struck by a sideline article on the BBC's News page, written by Laura Kuenssberg, about Artificial Intelligence, and the potential risk it poses to Hom. Sap.
     This is something of a subset of the Robot Revolution, and we all know the poster-child for that.  Art!
CAUTION!  Not powered by hamsters

     Laura mentioned a recent paper calling for a global pause into AI research, because it carries such profound risks for the human race, signed by over 1,000 scientists.  Good luck with that.  You can bet the Ruffians will nod their heads and suck their teeth, and then completely ignore everyone and go their own way, because AI has the potential to generate immense amounts of money, which is another reason why politicians are reluctant to impose checks or a moratorium.  Art!

     One especially worrying aspect is that of 'machine learning', where an AI will use it's experience to formulate winning strategies - without any human input.  At what point do you pull the plug on an AI machine developing a means to become independent of human control?  Ooops, too late, it's created it's own internal power source and you can't switch it off.  O, now it's built legs and is off down the garden path.  You run after it with a lump hammer and discover it's got both a dart-thrower and a laser ...
     Yes, that's fanciful.  But an AI-enabled machine that becomes self-aware is going to take steps to protect itself.  Moreover, it might well come to the conclusion that Hom. Sap. presents it with an existential threat and this needs addressing.  Getting rid of Hom. Sap. solves the problem.  Say hello to -

     As a machine entity, Skynet doesn't need food, water, air, sleep or companionship, just a source of power.
     Yesteryon I was banging on about the Krell creating millions of super-Robby robots to carry out their construction work on the Great Machine.  If the Krell were at all forward-thinking, they'd make sure these robots weren't excessively clever, or networked, so there'd be no possibility of creating better and better versions of themselves nor of becoming aware of their status as expendable slave labour.  Art!
"THE BOOT IS ON THE OTHER FOOT NOW, HUMANS!"

     Less dramatically, AI will be most definitely used to automate basic tasks that are currently done by squishy humans, because once again '
doesn't need food, water, air, sleep or companionship' and won't have union membership, either.  Say hello to your Legal Algorithm, Admin Assist or Tax AIccountant.  Heck, imagine a self-driving tractor that can plough, harrow or silage on it's own, choosing the right equipment for the job and doing it day in, day out, only stopping to plug into the mains and charge up.  Then, after 18 months, another AI comes up with a design for a tractor battery that only requires charging once per quarter.  Art!
The thin end of the wedge, I tell you, the thin end of the wedge!

     Inevitably, the military will get involved, and you'll have fleets of killer robots armed to the teeth, driven by AI, because, once again '
doesn't need food, water, air, sleep or companionship' nor does it have morale problems or feel pain or fear.  With the proviso that there will be human supervision, able to use a Self-Destruct button to eliminate any robot going rogue.  Unless, of course, the killer robots conspire to foil any such failsafe.  In which case you get - Art!
"Hello.  AGAIN."

     There's a cautionary short sci-fi story that deals with the arrival of a super-sentient AI, perhaps by Frederick Brown?  The technician who solders the last circuit into place is allowed the privilege of asking the first question to said SSAI, so of course he asks:  Is there a God?
     "There is NOW!" replies the SSAI, blasting him to ashes with a thunderbolt when he tries to undo that last solder.

     So you can see where this evening's title comes from.
     What interesting times we live in!


A Short Aside
Your Humble Scribe dragged a box of DVDs out of the cupboard in order to get a few screenshots from the 1960 film "The Time Machine", and I note that "Things To Come" is also in the box.  I didn't really manage to convey how utterly outdated their ideas of aircraft were, so I think a complete re-watch with a judiciously-selected bunch of screenshots is in order.  Art!

     Give it 13 more years and we can tell you verbatim, matey.


A Kind Of Longer Shorter
Yes, we're still riffing on "Tora!  Tora!  Tora!" because I took the photos, so you're going to have to sit through them whilst I explicate.  Art!

     This is the scene where the replica P-40 Warhawk collides with stationary fibreglass mock-ups, and you can just see it's propeller flying along the tarmac.  We've already covered this event. The director, Richard Fleischer, was a canny chap and filmed the scene from three different positions, so he could cut it into the film later and give the impression of a different but just as devastating event.



"The Sea Of Sand"
The Doctor is at risk of being sliced apart and crushed simultaneously, at the Place Of Executions.  Never one to do things by halves, is he?

Gingerly, he stood up, seeing that his restraints of glass had impacted against the rim of the worn metal scoop, and shattered under the weight of the column hitting them at speed.

          The heavily  worn and pitted interior of the scoop smelt of hot metal, odd mineral tangs and dust.  As the Doctor moved inside it, the scoop rocked slightly, making grating noises that echoed a little.

          Stepping outside, keeping to the cover of the giant Sieve, the Doctor peered carefully round a curving shoulder of metal at the amphitheatre.  Ranks of empty tiered seating, with a path of shattered stones and slabs leading down from the edge of the basin to his very feet.  That crumpled purple smear on the granite flooring must be Lord Excellency Url …

                   Escaping from the amphitheatre was an anticlimax; there were no bio-vores present, and when the Time Lord reached level ground, no living thing in sight.  Presumably his erstwhile captors considered him to be definitely dead, not worth bothering about in a search.

          He never could be sure whether the bio-vores had propelled their indiscriminate missile at Url, to kill the aristocrat, or at The Doctor, to free him.

          Whatever their intent, he faced a long hike back to the grey granite complex at the shoreline, where the TARDIS still stood.

      Out of the frying pan and entirely clear of the fire, too.  Fancy footwork, Doctor!


Down The Rabbit-Hole's Rabbit-Hole

Once again, Conrad is unsure how, exactly, he came across the Youtube channel of 'Robothut'.  Probably because I was Googling for 'Robby the Robot'.
     Robothut himself is one of those male hoarders who has to have a separate structure to house all his shizzle, and he has quite some shizzle.  Art!

     It looks like a shop, doesn't it?  WRONG!  This is his shed, and all those items are his.  A lot are scratch-built by himself, as he is obviously pretty gifted at making stuff.
     And yes, that's a full-size replica of the Jeep from "Forbidden Planet".  Our hero got hold of a set of plans and seems to have 3D printed the parts before taking it for a test drive.  Art!


     RH said it was very difficult to drive in real life, because Robby blocked his view of the road, and he ended up hitting a mailbox.  It was safer with two people sitting in it, because then they could see ahead properly.  Salute you, sir!


The link, should you need it.



Let's Be Serious For Once

Because That Way I Can Use One I Made Earlier

That Conrad for you, upcycling his Quora responses.  Okay, Art!


     The lands of the Norks and Sorks.  Bear in mind that they are still technically at war, because no peace treaty between them has ever been signed.

     A Quoran asked what would happen if the Norks used nukes against the South, so Conrad, Armchair General par excellence, rose to the occasion.

If North Korea uses nuclear weapons against South Korea then they are done like an overcooked steak. The prevailing winds across the Korean peninsular blow from the south, so the Norks would get all that lovely long-term fallout, which might well carry into China. To say the Chinese would be ticked-off at this is a mild understatement. The US would likely respond with one of their cruise-missile subs that carry 144 missiles, and a certain number would be nuclear-tipped.  You can bet that The Only Fat Man In North Korea would be hiding in an underground bunker, which would probably be cross-targeted by two or three nuclear Tomahawks.  Art!

One bucket of instant sunshine on it's way

If things don’t escalate to nuclear weapons and instead there is a ground invasion of South Korea by the Norks, then they have fuel for two weeks.  And that same South Canadian submarine will still be firing off it's cruise missiles, just without any nuclear warheads.  The Nork army, five minutes after invading, would realise that their government had lied to them all their lives about how Norkland was Paradise On Earth. It is highly likely their advance would stall completely as troops used to starvation rations stopped to eat and drink themselves into a stupor*.  Art!"

Spot the Nork orc

     Nork soldiers are noticeably smaller than their Sork brothers, thanks to chronic malnourishment, which means they cannot physically match their enemies and would suffer badly in a high-intensity conflict.  They are also infested with internal parasites and highly-contagious diseases.

The average NK conscript spends their time doing unskilled manual labour, such as harvesting crops, because Hey! cheap labour for the government. Their ‘elite commandoes’ sent to Syria performed abysmally and killed more of each other than Syrian rebels, not to mention passing on jaundice and hepatitis.  The Nork army hasn't fought for seventy years at this point.  Those impressive parades?  Carried out by show troops who do nothing but rehearse for parades (the Ruffians do this, too).  Art!

Dig!  Dig for the Glorious People's Victory Potato!

The South Korean army deploys weapons and weapons systems that are at least 50 years ahead of the Nork’s kit. SK Black Panther vs. NK T-55? The US troops on the peninsula are similarly equipped. Abrams/Bradley vs. NK T-55?  Art!

Inside a Black Panther
Inside a T-55

Plus the USAF would be getting involved from all it’s bases across the Pacific.  It's just over five hours flight time from Guam to Seoul, as an example, so the Big Ugly Fat Fellas would be bombing the Norks within six hours, after the Norks anti-aircraft systems were suppressed and/or destroyed by HARMs.  Art!

Say hello to my little BUFF

     The Nork's ace in the hole used to be their hundreds and hundreds of artillery pieces dug into the reverse slopes of hills and mountains, lots of them within range of Seoul.  This is a tactic straight out of the Viet Minh's playbook.  However, there is a one-word answer to them: drones.  I can guarantee that Global Hawks and Reapers have spotted every last gun site, probably duplicated by the Sorks, too.  If things kick off then thousands of kamikaze drones, bombing drones, HIMARS and JDAM-ERs will fall from the skies upon said gun sites.  Which will become a sight.  Art!

Joint Direct Attack Munition Extended Range

North Korea doesn’t have an official state animal as a mascot, so I nominate the jackal. That makes their army a paper jackal.

     There you go.  Enhanced from the version I put up on Quora.  To sum up, the Norks have at best two weeks before they become immobilised, and will be hit from the seas and skies from the minute they cross the Demarcation Line.

     One factor I've ignored completely is what China would do, because that's a whole Intro all to itself.  We may come back to this.


Sticking With The Korean Theme -

I did warn you yesteryon that I'd made Kim Chee and would post photographic evidence of same.  Art!


     This lot took up a whole large mixing bowl before being crammed into the jar.  As you can see, it's settled a bit, all the more so as I added a bit of water to make sure the spices got properly allotted.  It turned out that we didn't have any Fish Sauce, so I used prawns instead.  Later today I intend to make pickled mushrooms!

     Go me.


The Pedantic Hair-Splitter Strikes again

Yes, we are back on the subject of "Tora!  Tora!  Tora!" again, because you don't get away that easily.  Let us show another rather dangerous scene.  Art!


     Here you see a couple of stuntmen on an tractor, pulling an ablaze Catalina flying boat, which looms dangerously close.  There may be a bit of foreshortening here thanks to the angle, which still doesn't diminish how risky the shot was.




     Here you see the Cat crash and burn.


     Ooops!  This is a few minutes later.  Continuity person, you're fired!  Editor?  You too!  I checked on IMDB and nobody else has noticed this flub, which makes Conrad all the more proud.


"The Sea Of Sand"

The Doctor is in big trouble, about to be Eviscerated by the arrogant aristocrat Lord Url, bound to a pillar with strands of unbreakable glass wire.

For a split-second the massive object teetered on the very lip of the semi-circular arena, before tipping forward and smashing downwards, accelerating.

          Carefully, wanting to avoid getting his hands cut off, the Doctor shuffled around the pillar to face away from the oncoming metal juggernaut.  He heard the shuffles and shrieks of bio-vores moving out of the way, and the last gasp of Url, too late and too slow to avoid being crushed to death, all under the muted thunder and grating of the Element Sieve, which struck his pillar like an earthquake.

          The pillar broke at the base, falling backwards into the gaping scoop of the Element Sieve, where it stuck like a matchstick in a mouth.  The Doctor desperately and frantically struggled to retain his balance, bracing his thighs and feet against the pillar, as the massive metal scoop skidded across the floor, sending out sparks in all directions.  The pillar rolled left and right, the binding wire cruelly cutting into the Doctors wrists

          With a tremendous hollow clang, the Element Sieve hit the far side of the amphitheatre, pitching the pillar forward again.  The Doctor fell to the side of the stone column, hearing a series of brittle cracks, surmounted by a rapid series of high-pitched twanging sounds, reminiscent of a sped-up banjo. 

          Experimentally , he flexed his fingers.  Still working!  Tugging very gently, he found no resistance from the hitherto restricting glass bonds.

     Phew.  In the nick of time!


Finally -

We all know Conrad, eyes bigger than stomach.  I picked up the pack of Jelly Babies I bought on Thursday and looked at the list of ingredients, expecting to see 'Isomalt' in there.  Nope.  Art!


     "Sugar"? I puzzled.  "But surely these are -"  Art!


     O.  Not sugar-free.



*  This happened to the Teutons in their Kaiserschlacht offensive in 1918.