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.
I just can't decide which part of that story is more offensive. The part where a gay army would automatically turn on itself for snuggles in the heat of battle? The part where a non-lethal alternative to battle is "distasteful"? Where, where to begin.
I can't help it that 1) my sources have a gay sense of humor and 2) your blog is the only law-related publication I read for legal funnies. Also, thank you for respecting the sacred Yosemite oaths of secrecy.
Dude for 7.5 million I'll go over there myself and distract enemy soldiers with the prospect of gay sex with me.