Once again, everybody you know and everybody they know, plus all the people who tell them what to think, turned out to be wrong. Vault-Co ... once again ... turned out to be right. My obscure little blog has a batting average like Hank Aaron. Even when I bunt, it's still inside the field.
Of course, no week is complete on Vault-Co without a subtle, sinister hint at monstrous machines in orbit secretly ready to bring a sh*tstorm down on this planet beyond human comprehension. Turns out, we really did know something you didn't.
How come I never say everything? It's obvious! You don't believe half the crap I tell you about on this blog as it is! If I ever told you everything, they'd finally be able to get that paperwork to commit me. Sadly, I would be chained to the wall of a padded cell the following week when the front page of the newspaper confirmed the very thing I said at my in-patient screening that got me the straitjacket. In fact, my second week in group therapy whilst doing finger painting it would be common knowledge at that point and not even worth mentioning.
You know how you read about all those "accidental collisions" in space lately between our satellites and those of other large nuclear powers? Do you know how much room they have to jockey around in orbit? Do you know what the odds are of anything colliding with anything else in outer space? Remember when Vault-Co was nuts to even suggest otherwise?
This empire will conduct it's last war with the ugliest of weapons, having lost both honor and sanity some time ago.
It's a shame the old Vault-Co blog got creamed. I had some excellent posts on the secret militarization of space in 2004-2005 or thereabouts.