The Winged Greek Chorus Laments My Coffee Habit, Again

An old stomach, one stubborn bean, and a chorus of flies singing my ears off
 
They arrived at dawn — the Winged Greek Chorus — hovering above the coffee maker like tiny airborne tragedians warming up for a matinee. At 71, I’ve grown used to being judged by insects, but this was new. They formed a semicircle in the air, wings shimmering like cheap stage lights, ready to narrate my downfall.

I reached for the mug. They hummed in unison: Ahhh, hubris.

"Send In The Drones!"

A new strategic ignition point in war 

Next time you see 10,000 drones launch into the sky and form something more exciting than fireworks, think again. You’re not watching entertainment. You’re watching rehearsal. A proof of concept. A demonstration of what happens when air power stops belonging to nations and starts belonging to anyone with a shopping cart and a grievance.

It turns out (as you are seeing everyday on social media) we have arrived at a new strategic ignition point in war, wither head-to-head in a battlefield, or asymmetrical in a dark neighborhood