the duchy of hetkettle trophish

and right now i don’t want to know if the fire was there before or the ground’s too wet to catch or the camp’s been broke cuz the gang’s moved on, i want the flash, i want the scrape of rock on rock, and another time, another trip, i’ll keep up

the resident expert at kettlecuda believes (as of now) that fission power at fossil fuels’ scale is nuts, but so are people. on the other hand, if you don’t know how to do wind or solar, and you’re already in the arms biz, you might as well “help”.

(also, i was supposed to be on vacation…!)

ps. (waving)

pps. buy three nukes, get a free submarine! while (your) supply (of credit-cash) lasts. offer valid only while our banks are made of jelly.

ppps. “mercenaries? sure, we can get those for you! —oh, ‘mercenary’. i thought you said —hang on, must take this call, it’s the new paki prime minister.”

pppps. the UK’s building huge new coal-fired plants. maybe that’s another source of their cred woes.

ppppps. “basement level! last stop. our ‘global marketplace.’ here’s where you can buy anything we’re skilled at making, except good sense at a fair price for the work.”