Reporting for Duty
"At my signal... unleash hell."
And so it all comes down to this. The advance scouts of the WPBT Armada have already reached Las Vegas. The rest of the legions arrive tomorrow and Friday. The LVMPD has lowered the metro area's DefCon status to 2.
There are no command-and-control functions for our forces. Each soldier is the general of his or her own platoon of one. The only thing that unites us all is a bond forged in words, beaten into shape with Hammers, and tempered by distance and time. And booze. Lots and lots of booze.
There will be degeneracy. There will be chicanery. Iggy will probably offend a cowboy and someone will most definitely fall down. Hopefully no one will wind up in a wheelchair, on a stretcher, under a table or with anything worse than a raging hangover and a great story.
But if they do, we'll be ready to break out the Purple Hearts and the Silver Stars (and maybe break people out of jail). WPBT 2009 starts tomorrow. Trust me on this -- unless your name is AlCantHang, your liver is NOT prepared.