If you don't know what reactive armor is it's basically explosive that is strapped to the side of a tank so that when a missile that's going to hit the tank and would normally penetrate metal armor hits the reactive armor the explosion from the reactive armor explodes the missile before it gets to penetrate the armor.
So everybody's talking about this big bunker buster bomb that we the US has that only we can apparently drop because it's so heavy and it can penetrate 200 ft of Earth and I'm thinking to myself why the hell wouldn't they Iranians just put explosives on the side of the mountain so that the explosions blow the bunker buster bomb to bits long before it has any chance to penetrate the Earth at all
Also don't forget to check out extreme peace tonight
To try to re explain the title, I suddenly remember the way I was at 18. But I did not remember it until I hit the point of being pleased with war. At that moment and ever since that moment there has been a mirror. My reaction to my new tolerances, the things I'm able to imagine and Digest, my real reaction is that oh my God I must have been possessed by a demon. The actual demons in my life have been women and marijuana. If too many women and marijuanas can take 1998 me and make him tolerate all this shit, then damn.
