"The Silo" was one of the first songs I ever wrote and not to worry of any promo since I still like to play the chords sometimes but I'm not pushing a recording to you from anywhere.
The premise of the song revolved around two Air Force airmen in a missile silo who are charged with executing the launch when given the order. The protocol we're usually shown has a built-in fail-safe which requires both airmen to positively confirm the launch order or it will not happen. The song is directed to either one of them and beseeches the airman not to push the button.
The rationale is there are two reasons we don't want him to do it. The first is we want no part of a preemptive nuclear strike. The second is the response to a preemptive strike from another is nothing in the probably vain hope somewhere they will some vestige of humanity which can survive and ultimately rebuild.
(Ed: what kind of airy fairy Pollyanna bullshit is that?)
Hope in the face of global death and I've stuck with it for, oh, almost forty years since I wrote it. In that time I've observed multiple incidents of incompetence in nuclear management but there's no need to list them now since I'll assume Die Kaninchen already know all or most anyway.
Not to worry of an editorial on the flimsy nature of the management of nuclear weapons but we do have one observation. Do you not consider the possibility the Air Force is well aware of the potential for one airmen deciding NOGO at launch time and therefore has an overriding protocol for that eventuality. There's no chance that would be permitted in movie versions or it invites the wrath of the public. What the hell do you mean the fail-safe can be overridden?
(Ed: an airman would blow the secret somewhere along the line)
Perhaps but how about if they're sworn to secrecy with strong risk of prosecution with severe penalties if they ever breath a word of it as applies to submariners. Those fishmen never say anything of that which happens at '20,000 leagues under the sea.'
Anything beyond this goes to deep political and I'm not avoiding it, I just don't want it. There doesn't seem that interest in y'all too much since Ithaka reads take a jump with getting scientific or at least anti-political.
The task is to be 'be interesting' but I confess I have no miniature giraffes and I don't like to drink or whatever that guy does anyway. With all the genome research taking place, perhaps we will see miniature giraffes any time now.
The political discussion should be elevating horizons rather than lowering them so the drive is to keep them high and, yeah, high, high high with the Ganja Man but we want more. I don't want that kid to push the button anymore than I did forty years ago. Humanity must survive somewhere or what other conclusion is the exercise was as pointless as the philosophy from T. rex.
(Ed: what philosophy is that?)
Keep up, Maverick. I thought you were getting it.
By the way, why does T. rex have tiny front legs.
(Ed: dunno)
They're better for making love. Sweet dreams.
(Ed: is that true?)
Dunno. Never met one I liked.
The premise of the song revolved around two Air Force airmen in a missile silo who are charged with executing the launch when given the order. The protocol we're usually shown has a built-in fail-safe which requires both airmen to positively confirm the launch order or it will not happen. The song is directed to either one of them and beseeches the airman not to push the button.
The rationale is there are two reasons we don't want him to do it. The first is we want no part of a preemptive nuclear strike. The second is the response to a preemptive strike from another is nothing in the probably vain hope somewhere they will some vestige of humanity which can survive and ultimately rebuild.
(Ed: what kind of airy fairy Pollyanna bullshit is that?)
Hope in the face of global death and I've stuck with it for, oh, almost forty years since I wrote it. In that time I've observed multiple incidents of incompetence in nuclear management but there's no need to list them now since I'll assume Die Kaninchen already know all or most anyway.
Not to worry of an editorial on the flimsy nature of the management of nuclear weapons but we do have one observation. Do you not consider the possibility the Air Force is well aware of the potential for one airmen deciding NOGO at launch time and therefore has an overriding protocol for that eventuality. There's no chance that would be permitted in movie versions or it invites the wrath of the public. What the hell do you mean the fail-safe can be overridden?
(Ed: an airman would blow the secret somewhere along the line)
Perhaps but how about if they're sworn to secrecy with strong risk of prosecution with severe penalties if they ever breath a word of it as applies to submariners. Those fishmen never say anything of that which happens at '20,000 leagues under the sea.'
Anything beyond this goes to deep political and I'm not avoiding it, I just don't want it. There doesn't seem that interest in y'all too much since Ithaka reads take a jump with getting scientific or at least anti-political.
The task is to be 'be interesting' but I confess I have no miniature giraffes and I don't like to drink or whatever that guy does anyway. With all the genome research taking place, perhaps we will see miniature giraffes any time now.
The political discussion should be elevating horizons rather than lowering them so the drive is to keep them high and, yeah, high, high high with the Ganja Man but we want more. I don't want that kid to push the button anymore than I did forty years ago. Humanity must survive somewhere or what other conclusion is the exercise was as pointless as the philosophy from T. rex.
(Ed: what philosophy is that?)
Keep up, Maverick. I thought you were getting it.
By the way, why does T. rex have tiny front legs.
(Ed: dunno)
They're better for making love. Sweet dreams.
(Ed: is that true?)
Dunno. Never met one I liked.
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