Today the G-bomb hit the office cooler. The G-bomb, as in the gay bomb, the story that’s all over the blogs about the Pentagon’s Friday acknowledgment that there was once a for-real plan back in 1995 to develop a weapon that would incite homosexuality in the enemy.
Sure, there are some hot mamas I’d love to hit with a gay bomb, but c’mon, what’s the fun in that?
According to Gawker’s piece “After the Gay Bomb,” “On Friday, the Pentagon confirmed long-standing reports that, a decade ago, military leaders had considered building a gay bomb. An Air Force proposal suggested the concept of an offensive weapon that might render its victims homosexual.“
I began muttering aloud about this farce and broke the intent focus of my next-desk-over officemate and Chronicle Calendar queen, Nora Ankrum. Her interest piqued, Nora began her own distracted and annoyed little tirade about the idiocy of the plan: “Take something that doesn’t exist, then pile it on top of a complete misconception of how people behave – either militarily or in peacetime …” Then she trailed off, obviously flustered and went back to doing the Calendar listings. “Oh!” she continued. “And the amount of money it would take. And the total moral arrogance of even attempting to put all these bad things together into one big sandwich of ridiculousness.” Then she really went back to doing the listings.
A phone call or two later, I learned that Servicemembers Legal Defense Network was all over this story back in early 2005. Equally flustered, perplexed, and disgusted as my pal Nora, I blog thusly.
The mind boggles. It’s like the Sacred Band of Thebes never existed.
This article appears in June 8 • 2007.