Letters to the Predator

Very funny article about the new Roboraptor, and the inspired job done by the packaging people.

I wrote the following back to Beth Bragg, the author. I highly recommend her work.

Not to boast or anything, but I got my son’s Roboraptor open in less than twenty minutes without a) destroying it, b) shooting it or anything else, c) burning it or the house down, d) shooting my eye out (I loved your Christmas Story reference, by the way), or even e) (to steal another reference from the same movie) weaving a tapestry of obscenities that will forever remain floating over the Delaware River.

Granted, I did pour myself an extra round of good tidings later that evening to wipe away the lingering thoughts of what I might stuff down the stockings of those involved in the packaging.

That school in Michigan may provide an interesting solution to a much broader problem. The Homeland Security folks say they are concerned about hazardous materials getting into the wrong hands. Perhaps we could send the packaging folks out to do their dastardly deeds on the existing stockpiles. What, with the packing tape and twist ties and such, even if the bad guys did get their hands on the remaining Soviet arsenal, they couldn’t do anything with it. Unless, that is, one of the packaging folks adds a “Try Me” button.

On second thought, I’m not sure I want the twist ties getting into the hands of the terrorists …