"All the world's a battlefield for Mr Bush. The United States of America, 001: licensed to kill. "Zap! Crunch! So where next for the drones of death?"
Did I miss something? Did The Guardian hire Maureen Dowd?
This certainly reads as if it came straight out of Her Shallowness' word processor...
Not to be a cool death machine techno-geek, but the onomatopea's used of "Zap" and "Crunch" are pretty lame for such a cool human kibbles and bits maker. I am just chompin at the bit to get some film footage. Then those cool slow motion shots where Abdul and Aziz are passing an ice cold Coca Cola from the back seat and the coke can rips through Ahmed's chest cavity from the shock wave.