Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for December 13, 2024

I hate when that happens.

Well—there goes the “stability” the CIA is so fond of!

No problem. Just go out and stand still in the middle of the road, someone will be by to “fix” it.

So begins the secret origin of … the Red Rascal!

Don’t worry… Everyone will deny any knowledge, but insist there’s no danger, but refuse to say how they know, but…

Wanna guess where its heading?

At what or whom?

Has anyone found out who is behind the drones that are flying around the East Coast ?

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Oops.

Predators are drones. They’re like RC planes, only fancy. It’s not like firing a fire and forget missile that is going to its target in a ballistic manner. They can fly around, controlled by their operator, lingering over and observing a target for hours.

So calling the guy in Vegas and telling him to launch his Predator isn’t going to actually result in much of anything.

It often helps to have some clue what one is talking about when plotting one’s satire.

So, his next call will be from HR, asking, “Not including today, how long have you worked here”

“Um, boss? I accidentally activated a fleet of our experimental A.I. maxi-drones. They’re hanging out in New Jersey for some reason.”

The screen locked up and it launched while trying to get control and start a game on the split screen.

Jeff Redfaced…..

And here it comes, boom ! ;-)

“Wonder what this button does? Well, only one way to find out.”

Actually, they are launched by local operators, who then turn over control to the remote “gamers” in Nevada.

So long,Mom…I’m off to drop the bomb…so don’t wait up for me…..

Oops.

Actually, Jeff was probably playing a video game. He’s never had a very close relationship with reality, so I wouldn’t worry about actual missiles.

I hope it doesn’t hit you, it’s not quite like missile launch.