There's a 12 step group I'd like to see.

Mass murderers Anonymous. MMA. Free coffee and group therapy.

NO. I'm not one of those pathetic souls on a mission from God to wipe out hookers.

One at a time is for rank amateurs and under-achievers. I'm talking fifty, one hundred, a thousand or a million at a time.

Why do I feel like a murderer?

When I first got out of college I went to work for a defense contractor. Won't say who but if you did the math you could probably figure it out.

We were given a problem: How do you go from one digital map to another and keep your position precisely given a set of variables like the curve of the earth, wind speed, wind direction, speed of advance, bearing, etc.

It was quite the programming challenge. It took the team I was a part of nine months to crack it. It turned out to be a key piece of the next generation of guidance systems for the Tomahawk TLAM/C & D cruise missile.

It was the Cold War. The Soviets were the bogey man. You wanted your missiles to be accurate. You didn't want to park a W-80 warhead over a school. You wanted to park it over the sub pin a few blocks over.

On to the next job.

Years pass. The Soviet Union crumbles.

The first Gulf War breaks out. Then Operation Desert Fox. Somalia. Afghanistan. The Second Gulf War. Raytheon is cranking out Tomahawks like they're having a f**king bake sale.

The cruise missile: weapon of choice for first strike. Will fly through a designated window or door and blow the living shit out of anything there with a unitary warhead, cluster munitions or a mission configurable nuke.

We gave them that capability because we believed that they would use it wisely and it would save lives on both sides by taking out high value targets with pin-point accuracy. In Afghanistan they used them against mud huts.

It's funny how you can be damned for doing something that you believe in.

Arleigh Burke class destroyer firing a Tomahawk cruise missile.