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First it was something that was only practiced by eggheads in holy academic temples. Then it somehow escaped from the labs and somehow got into the hands of ordinary nerds. It was only a question of time before the activities of the nerds caught the attention of money counters. The money counters were not interested in science. They only wanted to count more money and did their best to sell as much as they could to everybody they could find. One of their favorite ways of selling their junk is to tell you that their particular thingie is soooo easy to use that you instantly become an expert when you buy it, even if you are as thick as a brick and have a hard time remembering your own name.
Sure, but look at the result: It's the dumb masses that lead the money counters to making more money and trying to force the nerds to share their next great 'vision'. Some science when the horse is sitting on top of the rider
Why can't I be applicable like John? - Me, April 2011 ----- Beidh ceol, caint agus craic againn - Seán Bán Breathnach ----- Da mihi sis crustum Etruscum cum omnibus in eo! ----- Just because a thing is new don’t mean that it’s better - Will Rogers, September 4, 1932
No problem. This[^] is a good place to start. My first employer when I had left school. Just sign up. I'm sure the traditional selection of gullible brave freshlings for special duty is alive and well.
There would not be much left of you to find after you tried, especially with the old Nike Hercules[^] we had before Patriot.
It was, of course, a joke played on the new kids fresh from basic training. Once in a while we would find one gullible enough to go to the Sgt. Major and volunteer for 'special ordinance duty', or something like that. he would then fill out many forms while the rest of the crew gathered outside to greet the next hero who would ride the missile when our radar had been blown up.
The tradition to take some pictures of launch crews sitting on their missiles died with Nike Hercules. Patriots are sealed in their containers. But I have seen a video from a firing exercise where the launch crews at least still kissed their babies goodbye before firing
Found the video.[^] I would have liked to do that once more, but they probably will not want me anymore. Depressing.