When I was in high school I used to come up with elaborate, cockamamie schemes to further my quest for world domination, including turning the Caspian Sea into a giant fusion reactor and genetically engineering chimps with opposable thumbs that could be trained to fire guns. Turns out I could have had a lucrative career as a military weapons strategist.
That's right, folks. The Gay Bomb. Dismissed, but not before it was proposed and considered by our nation's military leaders. Kudos to the Berkeley FOIA lawyas who uncovered this gem.
It also kind of reminds me of the part about the paramilitary organization in this needlessly long newsflash (see if you can spot the anagram!).
Finally, I'd like to point out that I'm blogging about this at the recommendation of a friend, the same friend who recommended that I blog about the link between soy and gay. I'm not sure what to make of the fact that this friend thinks I'd be interested in silly stories about gay that don't have anything to do with law. One theory springs to mind, which I won't disclose here, since this friend and I agreed that what happens in Yosemite stays in Yosemite. But I guess I'll never really know.