Two fighter jets approach a balloon floating in their country’s airspace.
The pilots communicate with each other in top-secret military code language.
But not to worry, our Special Intelligence Unit … err, Satire Intended Unit has just decoded their communications for your benefit.
Pilot 1 (P1) to Pilot 2 (P2): So, who is going to shoot it down? You or me?
P2 to P1: Umm, I don’t know how to shoot balloons. I normally just blow them up for my kiddo during birthday parties at home.
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P1 to P2: Well, isn’t this also the same? To blow up the balloon?
P2 to P1: Yeah, well sort of, but I usually stick the balloon into my mouth and blow.
P1 to P2: Well, I guess that’s about correct. Except that this balloon is a bit high up. A bit higher than our planes can fly.
P2 to P1: Yeah, our ***damned top brass should have contacted Nasa to lend us a rocket to reach that balloon! Damned SNAFU as always, giving us sh*tty planes that can’t reach a balloon.
P1 to P2: Hey, wait a minute. Did you say rockets? I think we have got some small baby rockets under our wings. Maybe that’s what they are for. To give our planes a boost to get up there.
P2 to P1: Hell yeah, you’re right! And this red button must be the one to help lift off!!! (Presses red button!)
P1 to P2: What the hell…!? Your rocket just flew off without you…
P2-P1: Dammit, bl**dy rocket wasn’t locked on securely…
P2 to P1: Darn! There goes our balloon. My kiddo is going to be so upset not having that big balloon for his birthday…