I have these "memories" of my step-brother Michael complaining about the weekend ending. He would say I was crazy that I was always looking forward to Monday. I loved Mondays.
Monday
O.E. monandæg "day of the moon," from mona (gen. monan) + dæg (see day).
I wonder why I "remember" that it took me two days to demolish that set of concrete steps with the sledgehammer. It actually wasn't a sledgehammer, but it was similar and had the same effect. It was more of a broken pick axe that still had the metal bracket on the end of the handle. And in my symbolic and artificial memory, it was a set of concrete steps at an empty lot because that symbolized we hit it before they could load the facility with radioactive fuel. That detail is symbolized by the empty lot without a trailer next to the set of concrete steps I demolished.
Anyway, I have two theories about why it took me two days. One is that theory that I had to land somewhere in Iraq because I was almost out of fuel and I didn't want to run it completely out of fuel because I would have never been able to get the jet engine restarted. So I landed somewhere during the night before I was completely out of fuel, found some more jet fuel, and flew out later. Perhaps I stayed on the ground throughout that second day and waited until the next night to take off. The other theory is that the first strike didn't do enough damage to the facility so I rearmed, refueled, and went back the next day to hit them again. Or maybe it was both. Maybe I did both. Maybe I did land in Iraq to find extra fuel and then when I got back the next day, I rearmed, refueled, and finished the job. I think that was reason for a similar plot element to the movie "Flight Of The Intruder."
That must be the reason I "remember" that I ran out of gas that time in my red Ford on my way to supervise the work on the parade float my junior class was building. At the time of Opeation Opera, I would have just finished my 3rd, or junior, year at the U.S. Naval Academy. The notion of me being the class president, and thus supervising the construction, represents that I was the leader of that strike in Iraq. And there is that whole notion of me wearing the hunting jacket.
I can still visualize my red 1967 Ford sitting there on the side of the road after it ran out of gas. I had been traveling south on Park Avenue, I turned left onto Ranking toward the high school and just after I completed the turn, I ran out of gas. Someone came along and gave me some gas I went on to the high school. I have clear memories about how those older engines, probably something about fuel injection, could run out of gas and it was pretty easy to get them going again. But that was only because that engine didn't have a fuel injection system. The Ford pickup Denzil drove did have a fuel injection system and it would have needed a mechanic to get it started again if it ran out of gas. That is probably true, but I think what this all represents is me flying into Iraq, running out of fuel because I engaged enemy fighters, and then having to land and find fuel. I also found myself reading Rodger Claire's "Raid On The Sun" and having a hard time believing we didn't get swarmed by enemy fighters after the strike.
It is just like George W. Bush said: if I had not created this 3-3-5-9 artistic device, he and the other thieves would have just found another way to steal my identity. Regardless of what they stole from me, they still would have resorted to arson to try to cover up their criminal activity. At least with this 3-3-5-9 device, we knew what to look for.
I have to charge you for stealing my intellectual property. I have no choice. You have not only contributed to the arson that Microsoft-Corbis and George W. Bush created to cover up their criminal activity, but you have continue to de-value my intellectual property. Not charging you for your contribution to this criminal activity by Microsoft-Corbis, and accomplices such as George W. Bush, will only continue to de-value my intellectual property. Your money means nothing to me so you can be assured that prison time is the only option for your theft of my property and for your contribution to the arson and other treachery.
You'll get your confirmation when you are handcuffed and taken to jail. You should not have stolen from me and then contributed to the cover up.
