Bomb: (n) a container designed to explode on impact
I can close my eyes and envision such a creature. Maybe it’s because as a kid I watched “Woody the Woodpecker.”
A sirloin steak covered with mushroom gravy with a side order of garlic shrimp.
That’s easy for me to imagine. I have experience. I have eaten all of these foods.
A moist kiss on the lips with a mixture of musky breath and a hint of mint.
Once again, all in the annals of my personal history and awareness.
I have no experience.
I have seen more bombings on television than I have red woodpeckers, but because I have no real sense of the horror, the heat, the explosive range and the demolition, I am dealing with an idea rather than a reality.
It is why, when considering our enemies, I choose not to scream with the careless crowd, “Bomb the shit out of them.”
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