MREs. Meals, Ready to Eat. Three lies in one phrase. Better than C-rations. Way better than K rations. A vast improvement over 18th century fare aboard a ship with its attendant  scurvy.

I was apprised this morning by Pen Lutt Astronutt that our illustrious Commander-in-Chief has declared that Sequestration demands a reduction to two square meals a day from the usual three. In addition, some may not be hot-as in heated. That’s what Sterno is for. Vets have become complacent while fighting in Afghanistan and for some inexplicable reason seem to be laboring under the misconception that they are somehow entitled to food while serving. They better check their enlistment contract. Apparently that was not part of the bargain. You will love this from a “Indie” news source. It’s true but the language it’s couched in is priceless. I like the analogy to the inaugural dinner.

What’s next on the horizon? Well, rumor has it that indiscriminate shooting at attackers will be curtailed. Wasteful expenditures of ammunition are to be avoided. Henceforth, if you cannot see the whites of their eyes, then they are not in a designated free-fire zone yet. Good luck.

Lobster bisque. It’s what’s for dinner, guys.