Yet another â€śthird highest ranking al-Qaida leaderâ€? has been killed, this time by a rocket attack from an unmanned drone. There are a lot of jobs that I wouldnâ€™t want, and â€śthird highest ranking al-Qaida leaderâ€? is right at the top. But I can tell you for sure that if I ever got that job, the first thing Iâ€™d do is narc out one of the top two guys so I could move up a notch. Apparently one of the perks of being in the top two is having a really, really good hiding place. The number 3 through 10 leadership guys are pretty much scurrying between mud huts and looking at the sky a lot.
I know that war is Hell and all that, but I have to think that the guy who fired the rocket by remote control loves his job. I have an image of him sitting in an air conditioned headquarters someplace, feet up on the desk, a bag of Cheetohs on one side, a Budweiser on the other, staring at his computer screen. Itâ€™s about 1 am and everyone else is asleep. The order comes through on e-mail saying something like â€śBlow up mud hut #4,7855.â€? So he takes a break from playing Doom and plugs that number into the GPS system and soon his drone is hovering over said mud hut, missiles ready to go.
Maybe itâ€™s just a â€śguy thingâ€? but the idea of blowing up a mud hut by remote controlled drone sounds like the most fun thing I can think of. And if the number 3 al-Qaida leader happens to be inside, thatâ€™s a bonus. It certainly makes your story sound less nerdy afterwards.
I find it interesting that the guy with the best job in the world gets to blow up the guy with the worst job in the world. Thatâ€™s really rubbing it in. But I guess itâ€™s not so different from a CEO downsizing the auditing department. Itâ€™s one of those recurring themes in life. (link)