…means pie level peach.
I mean, you can’t mess around when you’re at level red. Mere coconut cream ain’t gonna cut it (so to speak). Desperate times call for heavy pie artillery. So it’s peach today, because nothing’s better.
Could have done a better job on the crust, though, and certainly on the picture. I was in a hurry.
Just one bit of bloggage today: This Slate piece, pointing out how often terror-spotting technology — drones and satellites and so forth — is trumped by plain old police work:
Border patrols and detection devices are necessary tools. Like locks on the front door, they make it harder for terrorists to make plans and wreak havoc. But there’s always a back door or window that can be pried open. Preventing that from happening requires good intelligence, and good intelligence requires contacts with the sort of people who hang around the dark alleys of the world.
There’s a broader lesson here, and it speaks to the Bush administration’s present jam throughout the Middle East and in other danger zones. If the British had adopted the same policy toward dealing with Pakistan that Bush has adopted toward dealing with, say, Syria or Iran (namely, it’s an evil regime, and we don’t speak with evil regimes), then a lot of passenger planes would have shattered and spilled into the ocean, hundreds or thousands of people would have died, and the world would have suddenly been plunged into very scary territory.
Police are nothing without informants, who are frequently criminals themselves. A useful lesson to remember.