God is just a conversion factor away!

I’ve been flyin’ all night, my hand’s wet on the stick. There’s a voice in my ear, tells me how my weapons tick. My CO called, said he needs me home. It’s 1630 hours, overheated dome. When it gets warm outside and my targets disappear...200 million bucks can’t cure my primal fear. Don’t need to talk at all — I got a…

“Ok, great training day guys! I saw a lot of hustle out there! Let’s bring it in! C’mon, everyone, bring it in! We all in? Ok, Jihad on three. One... Two...”

“That’s the spirit!”

I don’t actually *feel* satisfied at all.

No, instability at higher roll rates because the “axis of gravity” of the airplane doesn’t line up along the axis of travel.

No. No. No. No. No. No. I cannot accept this. Why the hell is Brookes Moore no longer the narrator? I do not want Siri narrating my industrial manufacturing porn.

Israeli company. It’s a yamaka with a heads up display.

“Linden Leap” Corner of Linden and Ocean, part of the old Long Beach F1 circuit in the 70s-80s. I lived there in the 90s-00s. Cheers!

Looks like Long Beach to me as well.

I’m presuming Long Beach, because I don’t ever recall a background like that at Monaco! And those would have been the only two street circuits then.

It’s Christmas Eve a few years ago, snowing lightly. A beautiful Christmas Eve night.

Pipe und a crepe?

Because Spaniards.

The jet’s slats were also reported to be unpowered at the time.

That’s feather pluckin’ insane.

It’s a put on.

I mean, you can’t really confuse this turd burglar with anything else. I guess that’s the one nice thing you can say about it.