About a year ago, JJ and I had some back-and-forth on these Russian missiles to be delivered to Iran (included in comments section). So whose analysis weathers better the test of time?
Friday, November 24, 2006
An update on Tor
About a year ago, JJ and I had some back-and-forth on these Russian missiles to be delivered to Iran (included in comments section). So whose analysis weathers better the test of time?
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From here:
Russian and Iranian officials had signed contracts in November that would send up to 30 Tor-M1 missile systems to Iran over the next two years.
Interfax said the Tor-M1 system could identify up
to 48 targets and fire at two targets simultaneously at a height of up to 20,000 feet.
Not to worry, says JJ, not to worry. The Russians,
as the Chinese, make only junk. Tor, shtor, what's
the big deal: here.
Let's have some Stolichnaya, instead.
--ai
And here, in all its glory, was JJ's response:
After some careful cutting the story sounds a little
scary. A little trip down Right-Wing Moonbat Lane (lgf) yields what Mr Buchanan chose not to tell us:
The deal was also reported in the Vedomosti newspaper, which cited an unidentified manager at a military-industrial enterprise as saying Russia would provide Iran with 29 Tor missile systems that had originally been manufactured on orders from Greece.
Rather than repainting MiG-21s, yes, the Iranians are a lot nastier. They are repainting the missle that gets you from behind.
May I suggest a color, mullah?
So what's the color, JJ?
Here is another update, saying that delivery of those Tor's has already occured. But, as Pepe would say, these are mere Molotov cocktails, far away from Versailles. So, who cares?
AI, I added a bouquet of VCP to your post as you will shortly be demanding it.
You're apparently asking whether the Russians delivering what we both knew they would eventually deliver constitutes a test of my doubts as to the effectiveness of what they're delivering.
This causes me to anticipate a senility-addled and meaningless 'aha!' from you.
JJ never goes gracefully into that good fight.
A votre Salut!
Flute me, garcon!
Aha! The vaunted ability of JJ to bob and weave and squir, Houdini-like, of any and all situations, is here again in full bloom. But I have (almost) infinite supplies of damning JJ quotes to spring upon him. One of these days, those VCPs will be mine!!
Who you calling a squir?
Don't try to squirm, squire.
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