Dumb airplanes

Surely I am not the only one who hates the dumb Air & Water Show, or whatever they call it? Obviously the 12 year old that I rode past on my bike this afternoon who was gasping "Sweeeeet" as he ogled an F-15 through his binocs was digging it. But despite the 12 year olds, I can't really stand the sound of bombers echoing overhead all day long. I mean, isn't it a little crass to flex our military might over beers on the lakefront while there are places being bombed for real elsewhere on this green earth? Not to mention that the whole War on Terror doesn't seem to be going that swimmingly, now does it. So in the end, these bombers that keep buzzing my office building start to seem like those biceps I've been seeing in the gym lately when I poke my nose into the free weights room to heft a 10 lb weight over my head and pretend to know what I'm doing. You know, the ones that belong to the guys who look like they could curl a small child, but which are accompanied by sizeable beer guts that have never been within shouting distance of a treadmill. These are the dudes who, after an impressive demonstration of how many pounds they can lift (with a couple of cronies standing by for moral support), are afterwards obviously so worn out so as to be unable to do anything but drop the dumbells to the ground with a resounding thud that echoes around the weightroom, rather than set them down gently as the printed sign on the wall asks them politely to do. At any rate, the biceps are impressive, and the flexing in the mirror truly an eyeful, but when it comes to running a marathon, or even finishing a 5K for that matter, I'm not entirely convinced that they could go the distance.