Yesterday, our buddy, Susan Katz Keating asked what this was. Turns out that it is a homemade tank built by Syrian rebels;
Nice Sony Playstation controls for the machinegun, huh? Seems like a lot of work to get a machinegun into the action, though. But it is marginally better than the Egyptian helmet thing we saw last year.
Thanks to Raoul for the link to Weasel Zippers.
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Hey, WTF, a little paint and it’s a go!
One well placed M72A2 LAW and this thing will be a bigger pile of scraps than it already is.
You now have The A-Team theme song playing on your head.
Ingenuity….okay then! I bet it’s real fun changing out a flat tire too, lol.
Does it say ” Eat Me ” on the side?
I hesitate to disparage this too much, too fast. It could be that facing lightly armed infantry, it has some use. I realize I’m almost 70 years behind the times, but for comparison I offer you the homemade ‘armored’ cars, buses, and trucks used by the Israelis in the 1940s. The road from Bab al Wad/Shaar Hagai is lined with the remains of these vehicles that were used to break the siege of Jerusalem. Today they are memorials to the desperation, ingenuity, and bravery of the early Israeli fighters. It looks here like the Syrian rebels are working on a similar mindset, and I wouldn’t discount it too fast. It might have morale-boosting value, even if the actual military value is slim.
Yaba daba do!
It’s the Urban Assault Vehicle from “Stripes”!
Too cool! I want one! Where do I order it?
This is amazing! Where in the world did the Syrians find an original Zamboni machine? Hell, I didn’t even know they had a hockey team. Too cool.
…and somewhere in Syria, a Falafel Hut is missing its dumpster.
Such a work of genius! I am in awe of their scrap-heap-fu. And thank you, JL, for the linky-thingy! {hugs}
is that parts from some of our torn up vehicles
I could use that each time I drive to the Post Exchange at Fort Hamilton in Brooklyn.