May 16, 2006
Like We Got Nothing Better to Do

I only thought North Korea frothed like this:

Venezuela's military is considering selling its fleet of U.S.-made F-16 fighter jets to another country, possibly Iran, in response to a U.S. ban on arms sales to President Hugo Chavez's government, an official said Tuesday.
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The Foreign Ministry said the U.S. move was aimed at weakening Chavez's government in preparation for an attack.

According to this, Venezuela has 21 F-16A block 15s. In capability, they're vaguely like 1982 Corvettes. Nice, especially if you're hunting Paco the cocaine farmer, or trying to keep the mob from taking your Fearless Leader to "hang out in the plaza", but not something of which one should be overly proud.

I don't doubt they're having trouble with them. US hardware, especially the aviation stuff, has a well-earned reputation for being fussy and high-maintenace (as well as elegant and extremely capable... sorta like my wife.*) They're designed with the assumption that large groups of highly-trained volunteers will be dedicated to keeping them running. They should've bought Soviet gear long ago, which is designed with the assumption that three teenage conscripts drunk on brake fluid** are all that stand between you and the cumulo-granite.

Threatening to sell them to Iran because you can't get parts? You think Iran can get parts? They've got a whole bunch of F-14As that've been sitting on various tarmacs for more than thirty years because they can't get parts. Even if F-16 parts are easier to get, you're still bringing an '82 Corvette to a race with '06 Corvettes, Vipers, and hell even a few McClaren F-1s. Achmed does not need these sorts of troubles.

But hell we're not the target for all of this. Clueless press monkeys and the folks back home are, and I'm sure it plays quite well with both.

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* Badoom-CHEE. Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.

** They may have changed by now, but back in the 80s Soviet combat aircraft had brake fluid that was essentially high-grade ethanol. Teenagers, in the middle of the steppe, with gallons of booze in big drums? You do the math. It's a wonder any of their aircraft ever made it off the ground.

Posted by scott at May 16, 2006 03:20 PM

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