Ministry Caliber Corner: S&W 686P

The Smith & Wesson Model 686P is the latest incarnation of the stainless steel magnum. The test weapon is (nearly) literally off the production floor, and is the 6th generation of that design. The 686P differs from the standard 686 by incorporating an adjustable rear sight, red-ramp front sight, and 7-round cylinder to the design.

The weapon is chambered for either .38 Special or .357 Magnum, and is rated for hotter .38+P loads. It is available with a 6" barrel, 4", or, in the case of the test weapon, a 2 1/2" barrel.

At the first range visit, I put 50 rounds of .38 and 50 more of .357 Magnum downrange. Both were 158 grain loads. Groups with the .38s were fair at 7 yards, but a wee bit of a handful. The Magnums were too much- big bark and big bite to the firing hand. I really had to bear down on the grips and make extra effort to control the round. That in turn had consequences on accuracy, with shots scattered and entirely ineffective. It is also plausible that the short barrel couldn't throw those heavier rounds accurately. In subsequent testing, I put 100 rounds of 130 grain .38 Special through, with marked improvement all 'round: tighter groups, and with a final few tweaks to the rear sight I was hitting center-of-mass every time I cared to put rounds there.

Characteristic of Smith wheelguns, the action is silky and tight. Single action fire has no slop or play; if you think you’re going to take up the trigger slack like with your daddy’s old hunting rifle, think again- this piece is going off. Double action work is not at all ratchety but of course you get the resistance that comes with DA fire. The 2 1/2” is definitely muzzle-heavy, even with 7 in the cylinder. The weight is forward of the trigger, not on top of it as I anticipated. Plan acccordingly for a bit of a work out on your firing-side wrist.

The weapon comes solely with the stainless finish and hogue rubber grips. I found the grips getting a little slippery on a temperature-controlled (but clammy) indoor range. And I was reminded of the steel backstrap by the ache in the palm of my firing hand the rest of the day, although that was only with the heavier 158 grain loads.

My initial thought about adding adjustable sights (and therefore, cost) to a carry snubby was that it was not a terrific idea. It seemed that a weapon that compact, built and purchased for a personal defense, emergency weapon would not be the first choice to expect careful, measured fire that an adjustable sight can support. But in my situation, the majority of this weapon’s life will be lived on the range, where I can take as long as I please to concentrate on sight picture, breathing, trigger control, and other fundamentals. So I sprung for the spiffy rear sight, but would concede that it is not at all central to this model's mission.

As a carry weapon the 686P is superior. Even with the 7 round cylinder, the 686P does not bulge excessively and naturally the short barrel lends itself to concealment. The weight might be off-putting to some, and I can’t say I blame them. It’s an all-steel piece folks, and loaded it’s a tad heavy, coming in at about a lumpy 3 pounds. But my personal preference is for a heavier weapon. S&W’s alloy revolvers of titanium or scandium pack similar punch but are a fraction of the weight. Problem is I find them TOO light; I want to know it’s still there, not have to reach down and check it's still there.

OK, but what about the zombies?

This revolver is a respectable emergency anti-zombie weapon. As a revolver, there are no external safeties to consider, or magazine feed/ejection problems to clear in case of crisis. Capacity is limited, but this is not a primary offensive weapon. It is light enough to carry in a shoulder rig all day without strain, but puts a hefty round downrange. There is little doubt of either the .38 or .357 effectiveness against the cranium, whether that of the living or the re-animated. There is a fair chance of mobility kill with either round, given a lucky hit to the kneecap or tibia, but that level of accuracy is probably better left to rifles. If the zombies are even close enough in the first place that you need to pull your 686P, you're best option is to get the hell out of there and fast.

Final stats and gun porn below the fold:

Rate of Fire: 2 (basically, 7 rounds/minute; with training, and speedloaders, that could double but…)

Magazine Capacity: 2 (7 shots just ain’t much)

Effective Range: 3 (“Effective” the key word here- when I’m shooting it, beyond about 30 ft, the legions of the undead will be safe)

Humpability: 9 (Fits in generous pocket; can carry all day no sweat)

Melee Combat: 2 (heavy and chunky, but small- you’re only getting one hit with it before you’re devoured)

Zombie Hole Size: 4, or an exit would the size of a chubby shrew

Zombie Incapacitation Potential: 3.7/10*

*Note, again, that in the event of close-quarters head shots either round will likely pulp the zombie’s head.

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Posted by GeekLethal GeekLethal on   |   § 2

Good news to end my Thursday

Friday morning's Telegraph contains a story that brightened my day. Entitled "Speech by Mugabe 'proves he is losing his mind'", it informs that:

President Robert Mugabe was accused yesterday of displaying "senile dementia" when he boasted to Zimbabwe's parliament that "great strides" were being taken towards "economic recovery".

Absolutist that I sometimes am, the next paragraph talks about a slightly older issue (last week) that, to me, smacks of advanced syphilitic insanity on the old bastard's part:

The president hailed the march of progress in a capital where bulldozers have demolished thriving factories and township shacks alike, throwing tens of thousands on to the streets.

At the risk of (again) being accused of simplistic exaggeration, I think that half of what's wrong with the entire African continent would be resolved with the ascension of the MDC's Morgan Tsvangirai or, frankly, anyone outside ZANU-PF, to the presidency of the unfortunate country of Zimbabwe.

And when I've recently had occasion to rail, off-line, at the facile pleadings of Hollywood nobility for the US to belly up to the bar and double down on its African aid, most of my objection was that so much aid already has gone toward propping up tinhorn shitheads like Mugabe that Africa is almost better off without further such help.

If he goes 'round the bend, however, my railing will be reduced by a quarter. And if one of his army colonels speeds it up on behalf of his countrymen, and doesn't simply take over in his stead, well, I'd reduce my railing by fully half.

Posted by Patton Patton on   |   § 6

It sometimes sucks to be a bully, even if you do have a bully pulpit

Via WSJ's sometimes annoying email news alerts, this headline:

After taking a string of scalps, New York Attorney General Eliot Spitzer suffered a high-profile loss today, taking some of the luster off his campaign against shady mutual-fund trading.

Funny thing - I could be misremembering, but he hasn't actually taken many scalps in his tenure as New York Attorney General, though he has convinced a lot of people to scalp themselves and deliver the flesh and hair to him, gift wrapped.

Without expressing opinion on either his choice of targets or his reasons for seeming always to be trying to be newsworthy, there's a funny thing about this loss, encapsulated in the words of whatever sporting wit came up with the phrase "That's why they play the games".

Spitzer's ability to terrorize individuals and companies into admitting guilt may have advanced the cause of justice so far during his tenure. Heck, anything's possible. But every so often, at the very least, it's nice to see someone force him to get a case in front of a jury, to ensure both that remembers where the courthouse is located and that he's not simply an overreaching schmuck.

And I'm not saying he is. But a jury in New York State Supreme Court has given a hint that perhaps, in this case, he might have some attributes in common with such grandees.

[wik] Link to WSJ story replaced with one to a non-subscription report on the matter, at the Telegraph.

[alsø wik] Freely available, terse, and complete - WSJ editorial on the matter.

Posted by Patton Patton on   |   § 1

Hiatus

... and I'm out. See you in a week and a half, suckers. I'm off to drink heavily, eat pulled pork, party with family, and run on the beach until my knees pop out of my body.

Posted by Johno Johno on   |   § 0

A Modest Proposal

By way of Rocket Jones, we learn of a modest proposal from a California state representative. State Senator Tom McClintock has some ideas for California schools:

Across California, children are bringing home notes warning of dire consequences if Gov. Schwarzenegger’s scorched earth budget is approved – a budget that slashes Proposition 98 public school spending from $42.2 billion this year all the way down to $44.7 billion next year. That should be proof enough that our math programs are suffering.

As a public school parent, I have given this crisis a great deal of thought and have a modest suggestion to help weather these dark days.

Maybe – as a temporary measure only – we should spend our school dollars on our schools. I realize that this is a radical departure from current practice, but desperate times require desperate measures.

The Governor proposed spending $10,084 per student from all sources. Devoting all of this money to the classroom would require turning tens of thousands of school bureaucrats, consultants, advisors and specialists onto the streets with no means of support or marketable job skills, something that no enlightened social democracy should allow.

So I will begin by excluding from this discussion the entire budget of the State Department of Education, as well as the pension system, debt service, special education, child care, nutrition programs and adult education. I also propose setting aside $3 billion to pay an additional 30,000 school bureaucrats $100,000-per-year (roughly the population of Monterey) with the proviso that they stay away from the classroom and pay their own hotel bills at conferences.

This leaves a mere $6,937 per student, which, for the duration of the funding crisis, I propose devoting to the classroom.

That's pretty snarky for a legislator. I hope that someone with a sense of humor can both stay in government and retain that humor. But that is just the prologue. Senator Tom has some interesting ideas for how exactly to spend that $6,937:

To illustrate how we might scrape by at this subsistence level, let’s use a hypothetical school of 180 students with only $1.2 million to get through the year.

We have all seen the pictures of filthy bathrooms, leaky roofs, peeling paint and crumbling plaster to which our children have been condemned. I propose that we rescue them from this squalor by leasing out luxury commercial office space. Our school will need 4,800 square feet for five classrooms (the sixth class is gym). At $33 per foot, an annual lease will cost $158,400.

This will provide executive washrooms, around-the-clock janitorial service, wall-to-wall carpeting, utilities and music in the elevators. We’ll also need new desks to preserve the professional ambiance.

Next, we’ll need to hire five teachers – but not just any teachers. I propose hiring only associate professors from the California State University at their level of pay. Since university professors generally assign more reading, we’ll need 12 of the latest edition, hardcover books for each student at an average $75 per book, plus an extra $5 to have the student’s name engraved in gold leaf on the cover.

Since our conventional gym classes haven’t stemmed the childhood obesity epidemic, I propose replacing them with an annual membership at a private health club for $39.95 per month. This would provide our children with a trained and courteous staff of nutrition and fitness counselors, aerobics classes and the latest in cardiovascular training technology.

Finally, we’ll hire an $80,000 administrator with a $40,000 secretary because – well, I don’t know exactly why, but we always have.

What's the damage for this profligate expense for luxurious digs and overqualified teachers? Just over a million dollars.

This budget leaves a razor-thin reserve of just $216,703 or $1,204 per pupil, which can pay for necessities like paper, pencils, personal computers and extra-curricular travel. After all, what’s the point of taking four years of French if you can’t see Paris in the spring?

The school I have just described is the school we’re paying for. Maybe it’s time to ask why it’s not the school we’re getting.

It's this kind of thinking that exposes the problems with equating money spent with performance. The educational bureaucracy eats away at the resources supposedly intended for students. And strangely enough, we have become so used to the problem that something like this seems radical, strange and wild-eyed.

Just pretend that the previous school infrastructure was eliminated in a series of freak accidents. Strangely selective tornados demolished all of the school buildings. The teachers all got on Survivor X, Sierra Leone. The superintendent was run over by a gas truck. The principals were all convicted of barratry and loitering. Nothing survived, and in two weeks, the dear little kiddies have to have a new school system. Think about it - if you were in charge with creating from scratch a school system, wouldn't you do something similar? You wouldn't even have to worry about providing sinecures for superfluous educrats. Just provide a safe and confortable place where learning could take place.

This is another situation where the existing system is so out of whack that pouring money on the problem won't accomplish a damn thing. Even structural reform is unlikely to be successful given the entrenched interests. And that is why so many people are home schooling - in the millions, now. And why inner city families want vouchers to send their kids to private schools. And why the teacher's unions are so desperate to prevent it.

[wik]And another thing. Last night, Mrs. Buckethead and I rented a movie. At the front of the movie was a preview for a new Samuel L. Jackson flick, where he plays a basketball coach in a troubled, inner-city school. From the preview, it looked like the movie is following the standard script for this type of feature: grizzled, curmudgeonly but wise teacher enters scary high school; wins respect from students through a combination of discipline, nicely judged and appropriate punishments and an unwavering demand that slacker youth meet his (seemingly impossibly) high standards of competence, achievement and excellence; said slacker students discover untapped reservoirs of decency, smarts, and hard work, and achieve their goal of winning the tournament/big game/learning to read/not killing people/not having children out of wedlock.

That this has become a standardized, almost rote exercise in film-making says something. To me it says, why the @#!?% don't we institute that sort of thing for all public schools?

Posted by Buckethead Buckethead on   |   § 0

Beers, Steers, and ABSOLUTELY NO QUEERS!

Ladies and gentlemen, the governer of Texas!

FORT WORTH, TEXAS – Texas Republican Governor Rick Perry on Sunday insinuated the state’s lesbian, gay and bisexual war veterans should leave the state if they are unhappy with a recent anti-gay marriage amendment introduced there.

During a news conference held in a Fort Worth church, Perry was asked what he would tell Texas gay and lesbian war veterans returning home from war about the law. Governor Perry responded, according to the Fort Worth Star Telegram, by saying that “Texans made a decision about marriage and if there's a state that has more lenient views than Texas, then maybe that’s a better place for them to live.

Obsidian Wings has much, much more.

(n.b. this is not a drill, and this is not misrepresenting what he said. The governer, during a news conference about a photo op in which he signed -not a bill, but a resolution (which does not require his signature) in favor of a State-constitutional gay marriage in Texas - invited all gay veterans who are Texan to go be gay somewhere else. Because it's not enough that they fought for their country. They're queer, you see.)

What a douche.

[wik] Andrew Sullivan:" What do you call a gay man who risks his life to serve his country? A faggot."

Posted by Johno Johno on   |   § 1

Health Care Vouchers

The Washington Monthly has a running discussion on health care vouchers.

The real question here is, why are the insurance companies so terrified of competing with the government on an equal footing? Health care in Canada runs somewhere around 6 or 7% overhead -- almost all of every dollar goes straight into direct health care. Overhead in the US is several times higher than that.

I think it is entirely appropriate to have private insurance companies in the mix; it is equally important to have government supplying the service as well, subject to the same rules as the private sector. As a citizen, you can take your healthcare voucher to a government hospital or you can take it to a private hospital/insurance plan. If the private companies provide much better service, then that's where the dollars will go, and the government service shrinks accordingly. If the government service just delivers more for your dollar, then your dollars go there.

The fixation on competition in this country inexplicably excludes competition from government, and that competition would keep the private industries honest, as long as the government isn't allowed to cheat.

The oil change analogy is accurate here, too. These private medical organizations provide a service to society; they "change the oil". Why would we pass a law that makes it illegal for society to "change its own oil"? When the private companies can do it more cheaply and do a better job, then we take our money to them. But at a certain point, we might decide $100 for an oil change just isn't worth it, and we'll just do it ourselves, thank you very much.

Posted by Ross Ross on   |   § 22

On children, and thinking thereof

Before I decamp later today for a ten-day bacchanalia of dissipation on the beaches of Tybee Island, GA (known to all as the Redneck Riviera), I thought I would bring an amusing contrast to the attention of Ministry readers. Massachusetts is one messed up place, no doubt. But for the most part the things we are famous for: traffic, rudeness, gay marriage, our senators, don't register at all here. Sure, we bitch about the traffic and the jerkhole who just cut us off, and that Joe & Clark just claimed the perfect spot and perfect weekend for our wedding before we got around to it, a place and time that is rightfully OURS, DAMMIT!, but it's no big deal.

But check out this study in contrasts.

Story the first: The Boston Archdiocese shuts down a Catholic school two days before graduation. The BAD claims they changed the locks overnight and called parents to tell them school was off today in order to head off the PR and logistical disaster of an ongoing occupation of the school by parents angry that the school is closing for good at the end of this school year. True, the BAD did turn down an offer by a group of parents to buy the school at fair market value, and true, it is now common in these parts for parishoners to occupy churches slated for closure long after the drop-dead date.

But in heading off that brutal and messy occupation, the Boston Archdiocese got this:

That's a picture of students crying and praying in the rain last night as parents and students rushed to gather outside the school in a highly visible, public, and photogenic protest. That's right: in order to stave off a long fight over school closures that would only lead to a PR disaster and money ill-spent for an archidocese that can hardly afford it, they handed Boston's deeply disgruntled Catholic laity a pearl of incomparable price. Later today the school's graduation for grades preschool through 6 will be held outside the gates, with diplomas provided by parents with laser printers and with a rush permit granted by mayor Tom "Mumbles" Menino.

Clearly, the Boston Archdiocese is fundamentally incapable of thinking of the children.

But wait!

Story the second: Boston's Attorney General is investigating charges that the longshoreman's union has been putting children as young as 2 on the payroll. That way, when they turn 18 and take a job they have sixteen years of seniority and pay increases built up. This comes as Boston's cargo trade declines, thanks, no doubt, in part to the monstrous costs of doing business in Boston.

Clearly, the longshoremen think too much of the children.

Posted by Johno Johno on   |   § 6

Battlewagons, flattops and obsolescence

Murdoc reported the other day that the Navy will soon be permanently retiring the last of the Iowa-class Battleships. In some respects – mostly for reasons of nostalgia, this is a sad thing. Those ships were the last warships that looked, well, like warships. Carriers, for all their impressive size, do not look as intimidating as a big-ass BB. (Not for nothing did the ship in Starblazers look like a dreadnought and not a carrier.)

The Navy is moving on. It has no plans to replace the Battleships (although it promised Congress it would replace the Battleship’s shore-bombardment capability, something that as yet it has not done) and will replace the aging, cold-war era cruisers, destroyers and frigates with the new DD(X) class of warships. In addition, the Navy plans on acquiring a large number of Littoral Combat Ships (LCS), a smaller multi-role ship based on a modular design.

Some of the commenters on Murdoc’s post complained that putting down the battleships was a big mistake. Among the reasons cited for this, they mentioned: new ships have no armor, leaving them vulnerable to asymmetrical warfare; the Navy is pursuing technical solutions at the expense of proven warfighting potential; new ships cost too much, and we already have the battleships; one of the Navy’s primary missions is landing and supporting ground forces, and the battleship is essential for this; brass hate battleships because they are effective, but not sexy, pretty or high tech; and battleships do not require large taxpayer outlay.

In this, they are entirely wrong except for one point. Battleships are sexy.

The primary role of a blue water navy is to control the sea lanes. Sea control consists of two things: assuring the use of sea lanes for friendly shipping and fleets, and denying the same to hostile shipping and fleets. That is the primary mission of a main-line warship. Other tasks either support the primary mission (e.g., the Aegis cruiser which protects the carrier, allowing its strike aircraft to complete the primary mission) or support secondary missions (e.g., projecting power inland either by use of carrier air assets or supporting Marine landings.)

In a perfect world a speed boat with a missile launcher would be more than adequate for denying access to the sea. A bulk transport would suffice for moving Marines around. Sadly, there are nasty rude hostile forces who hope to interfere with our cunning plan to control the world’s oceans. To put a spoke in our wheel, they build boats that can sink our boats. We don’t build nifty umpty-billion dollar boats just because they’re cool, or even just so they can sink the bad boats. While this back and forth evolution of offensive and defensive weapons systems follows its costly logic, remember the primary mission.
We roll in all sorts of defenses, and clever weapons to allow the platform to survive in a hostile environment and as a result, almost every aspect of the modern warship, indeed the entire composition of the carrier battle group has little to do with accomplishing the primary mission per se, but rather with protecting the fleet from enemy action so that it can survive the battle and then carry out the primary mission – establish sea control

This process has already had its way with the venerable battleship. Exceedingly clever naval architects put armor on battleships to allow it to survive toe-to-toe engagements with other battleships. They installed massive 16” guns because those were the most effective weapons of the day. The most advanced analog computers were installed at great expense to increase the accuracy of those guns. Large crews enabled rapid and effective damage control in an era of unguided munitions. However, despite all of the skull sweat and careful thought, a battleship’s engagement range never increased much beyond twenty miles.

Aircraft carriers signaled the demise of the battleship for one very simple reason – airplanes have vastly greater range than big guns. The battleship became obsolescent because airplanes fly farther than shells from sixteen inch guns. Airplanes could detect enemy ships from much greater ranges. No matter how much armor a battleship has, once we know where it is, any number of aircraft can be dispatched from beyond its weapon’s range, and will eventually destroy it. As the Japanese learned. That is why battleships ceased to be the frontline weapon in America’s naval arsenal.

That we were able to re-task obsolete battleships to useful missions like shore bombardment is all well and good. But those guns only reach 21 miles or so, and are not precision weapons. Cruise missiles and any number of other future weapons will do the job better. But the battleship, once queen of the sea, has really found work as a janitor, no longer able to perform the mission for which she was designed – sea control.

There is a point of diminishing returns, where the additional cost of defensive measures costs so much that the platform is ridiculously expensive, even though it might be a technological marvel, look really cool and seem awfully impressive in every way. The high cost of all the enhancements necessary to permit the weapon system to continue (for a while) to perform its primary mission not only reduces the number of platforms, but diverts resources from other needs.

Right now, B-2 bomber is a perfect example of a weapon system on the very teetering edge of obsolescence. At a billion dollars a pop, it is an expensive bird. Where did that money go? Not into increasing the range, payload, speed or other characteristics that bear directly on the mission of delivering munitions on target. In fact, in most of these regards, the B-2 is less effective than the B-52. All that extra money went into stealth and low observables technology. Defensive measures to allow the bomber to survive an increasingly hostile battlefield. Will we be able to afford the follow on to the B-2 and all the defensive measures that will be needed to keep a human crew alive in say, 2030? Most likely not.

The reason is precision weapons. Advances in cruise missiles and brilliant weapons will soon render most surface vessels as obsolete as the battleship.

A carrier costs five billion dollars. A cruise missile costs a million. How many cruise missiles are you willing to expend to get value for your money? 4,999 and it’s still a bargain. Logistical issues aside, even the most advanced fleet defense system is going to be saturated by hundreds of missiles, let alone thousands. And as computer technology hurtles forward, those things are going to be cheaper and cheaper. And then there’s the guy in New Zealand who built one in his garage for $5000. Sea-denial will be within the reach of any nation or entity that has the technological wherewithal to build what is essentially a small RC jet plane with explosives and commoditized computer parts.

The fast, smart missiles that will be arriving at a military near you over the next few years will change the nature of warfare. Inhumanly precise, they will make armor useless. With sufficient intelligence, they can target warships and task forces from beyond the range of their strike aircraft. In sufficient numbers, they will saturate any imaginable defense. That last task will be easier yet when you imagine that the missile will have built-in terminal guidance systems that will allow it to dodge incoming defensive fire. In that world, how big and expensive a ship do you really want to build? How big can you risk building, and how small can you build and still retain significant military power? That is the question that will confront naval planners over the coming decades.

We will have to weigh the cost of a weapons platform with the risk of losing it. The ultimate in distributed warships would be a SEAL sitting in a Zodiac boat with a shoulder-fired precision munition. We could have thousands of those. The risk of losing any individual ship would be acceptable. Multi-billion dollar warships are a much bigger thing to risk losing, in terms of both cost and personnel. If precision weaponry evolves to the point where almost any ship can be destroyed as soon as it is detected (and it will) then the days of the large warship will be over. The flipside of that argument is that ships can be much smaller and still (through the use of brilliant weapons) maintain as much effective firepower as a battleship.

Distributed, stealthy, small ships are the only things that will survive in the furball of the future. They will be supplemented by long duration unmanned combat vehicles for both strike and surveillance – perhaps operating off of small and stealthy mini-carriers. There will be missile barges sailing in safe waters with hundreds of cruise missiles able to hit with centimeter accuracy targets a thousand miles away. Nearly undetectable submarines will launch similar cruise missiles from a hundred feet below the surface. Land, air and space-based brilliant cruise missiles will extend the range at which the fleet can project power. Global space-based communications, surveillance and intelligence networks will tie the dispersed fleets together, and give them an accurate picture of enemy activities. Fleet elements from half a globe away or in orbit or in visual range or all three will combine to give us the sea control that we seek.

There will be no place for the traditional carrier in this battle, just as there is no place for the battleship today. Two things guarantee it: the vulnerability of large ships to precision weapons, and the superiority of advanced cruise missiles to naval aircraft. Compared to traditional naval aircraft, missiles are faster, more maneuverable, more expendable, cheaper and smaller. The only factors that have given aircraft the edge up until now are accuracy and range. But just like the aircraft eclipsed the big gun, the cruise missile will eclipse the aircraft.

Carriers will linger on – they will remain useful as extra-territorial airstrips and for projecting power in exactly the same manner that those last two battleships did. They will also remain symbols of American naval mastery. But we are already nearing the point where it has become a serious consideration as to whether we can afford the risk of committing carriers to certain areas like the Persian Gulf, where Iranian missiles could saturate a tactically immobile and easily visible fleet. The range at which that kind of interdiction zone can be projected will only increase over time.

The LCS, and to a lesser extent the DD(X), are the Navy’s attempts to come to grips with this emerging reality. Enhancing our capabilities to project logistical power – in support of troops on the ground – is very important. But we need to really change the way we think about naval warfare. Littoral strategies and forward from the sea are all well and good, but all of our ships – up to and including our current lords of the sea, carriers – will be very vulnerable to any enemy that can build a cruise missile and (key point here) pinpoint the location of our carriers.

The future of warfare is that anything that can be seen can be killed. Further, it can be killed from thousands of miles away. What we need to focus on is developing better weapons, sure; but even more important is securing the base from which all our military power flows – space. (You knew I get here eventually, didn’t you?) Even now, 75% (a wild-assed estimate, but in the ballpark) of our power derives from control of and use of space. Without satellite intelligence, we are blind. Without satellite communications, we are clumsy. Without GPS, our bombs are knocked back to 1970s accuracy levels.

Battleships are the last thing we need to worry about. Even carriers are on their way to obsolescence. Where we need to focus our efforts is where those efforts will yield the greatest payoff, both in terms of absolute combat power on the ground, but also in terms of power relative to other militaries. No one else can (right now) develop space power like we can. Every dollar’s worth of advantage that we gain now is worth three or more in a future where other nations are competing with us directly.

Posted by Buckethead Buckethead on   |   § 23

Feltamania

After the first couple days of media self-congratulatory fluffing, I began to think fondly about Rathergate. Everyone on TV seemed to be preening in the reflected glory of a time when the media brought down a president. After Watergate, it was all about the kill, rather than the scoop. But after that faded a bit, almost everything else was even smellier crap. Some right-wing assholes attacked Felt. He was a bad guy because he broke the law, or betrayed secrets, or did something that had adversely affected a Republican in power. Some left wing assholes wrote hagiographies of the former FBI #2 man. This was the hero who allowed the media to kill a presidency. Without Felt/Deep Throat, Bob Woodward would still be a whining nobody. And that would be horrible.

But that’s all bullshit. It seems to me that most people conflate good actions with good intentions, and vice versa. And also the opposite. A sadist might be an excellent surgeon, paid very well for the opportunity to cut people up. (And incidentally cure them of what ails them.) And there have been far, far too many well intentioned people doing horrible things for the best reasons. (e.g., the entire last century.) Felt's case is perhaps a rarity, where he did a good thing for bad reasons. But not so rare as most people think.

Posted by Buckethead Buckethead on   |   § 1