4:33am EST, NY - It happened again today. Sleeping soundly seconds earlier, I heard the incoming assault coming before I was fully awake. Normally it happens around 5:30am, but today apparently, the Terrorist's internal clock was running a bit 'Fast'.
Our little 'Rescue Dog', Sandy Woo.
The 24 pound 'Love Missile' abandoned my son's bedroom, padded down the hallway from his room to my open door and, seeing that I was NOT awake, launched into a full gallop, sprung into the air and landed, panting, on... Me.
The next thing I knew I was thinking two words: "Predator Drone" (There were OTHER words, but this is a family-friendly blog)
Of course, the NEXT thing I knew was that the big dog, not wanting to miss her chance at excitement, was standing at the side of my bed breathing early-morning dog-stink breath into my nose while staring into my face.
That was it, another Sunday morning's rest DESTROYED by two Canine Commandos with nothing on their minds but FOOD and OUT. These two words comprise two-thirds of their lives. The third, and final word their lives of course, is 'sleep' (which they are doing NOW as I type this.)
I did try to go back to sleep but the two words which popped into my head as the dog lept onto my bed wouldn't leave. I tried. I really tried. But I tried to purge them to no avail. They were the words which would not go away.
Thus is born another blog entry: "Predator Drone"
According to Wikipedia the word 'Predation':
"In ecology, predation describes a biological interaction where a predator (an organism that is hunting) feeds on its prey (the organism that is attacked). Predators may or may not kill their prey prior to feeding on them, but the act of predation always results in the death of its prey and the eventual absorption of the prey`s tissue through consumption.
The key characteristic of predation however is the predator's direct impact on the prey population.
The unifying theme in all classifications of predation is the predator lowering the fitness of its prey, or put another way, it reduces its prey's chances of survival, reproduction, or both."
Okay, that's oogey...
How about then, the word, "Drone"?:
"1 : the male of a bee (as the honeybee) that has no sting and gathers no honey
2 : one that lives on the labors of others : parasite
3 : an unmanned aircraft or ship guided by remote control"
So then, in my estimation, the combination of the words "Predator" and "Drone" could mean something akin to:
A creature, or being, which feeds upon others for the purpose of its own survival. The creature may be self-motivated by personal need OR may be directed by another external force, in effect, controlled by an external force.
The end result is that whatever it feeds upon will have its population diminished and weakened. The creature may also be parasitical in nature and may only feed upon its victim without killing it to guarantee the creature's own survival.
Wow, that's pretty spooky stuff, isn't it?
Having said all this, allow me to introduce you to the REAL Predator Drones:
In a completely un-related story, the Predator Party lost a House seat in Hawaii recently (you know, where President Obama was born).
As reported by the AP:
"Charles Djou's win Saturday is the latest triumph for the GOP as it looks to take back control of Congress. And it came as a blow to Democrats who could not rally around a candidate and find away to win a congressional race that should have been a cakewalk.
The seat had been held by a Democrat for nearly 20 years and is located where Obama was born and spent most of his childhood."
For all of you looking for real change in Washington, I offer the following...
The sun'll come out
Bet your bottom dollar
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about
Clears away the cobwebs,
'Til there's none!
When I'm stuck a day
I just stick out my chin
The sun'll come out
So ya gotta hang on
Come what may
I love ya
You're less than
164 Days Away!
Thanks Annie, I needed this...
Heh, heh, heh.