Maybe it’s a tribute to the dogshit-eating transvestite star of John Waters’ “Pink Flamingoes”? It is just outside Las Vegas, after all…

There’s only two kinds of people, Miss Sandstone. My kind of people…and ASSHOLES! Eat the Bird, Bitch!!

They don’t make films like they used to, that’s for sure.

The comments, and lack there of, are actually quite telling. I wonder…. if a certain country that the US is currently shaking it’s sword at were to do the same sort of grand (or even not so grand) test with the same sort of religious code name what those responses might be?

Sorry, SL, but I’m with RJ: I find it difficult to evoke much righteous indignation about this one. Some low level bureaucrat came up with what he thought was a cool sounding name for the exercise: I don’t think this tells us much about the Great American Spiritual Zeitgeist.

I’m more curious about the word “strake”, a charming archaism I know from my wreck diving: it refers to a line of hull planking extending the full length of a vessel.

I wonder if the anonymous bureaucratic poet was trying to evoke “Divine Wind”, the english translation of “Kamikaze”?

Strake also apparently is an archaic form of streak.

Divine Streak - lightning bolts from heaven, anyone?