In 1991, I spent most of a day with officers huddled over banks of computers and green-glowing radar screens deep within Cheyenne Mountain, 600 metres below a rough-hewn granite peak near Colorado Springs, Col.
My tour was impressive but tranquil until suddenly a buzzer sounded, a bell rang, and a wall light flashed red. An unidentified blip had popped onto a screen in the missile warning centre, a 10-by-10 metre low-ceilinged room at North American Aerospace Defence Command (Norad).
The duty officer snatched a beige phone from its cradle and was instantly linked to the command post, another nearby room within the mountain’s hardened core.
Carney prefers the EU as a partner. He and his WEF colleagues are well ensconced and know how to exploit the system for profit.
A little surprised the Star would publish this.
