My cousin Jamesie used to collect Desert Storm trading cards back when that shit was hot. It was all dusty guns, beaten Bedouins, and early 90’s TV patriotism. It still is. Arabia is Robedoor’s desert death march, one 20 minute sandstorm throb of contact-miked scorpions burning in stolen Saudi gasoline. Total bad-war crawl. Spray-painted CDRs plus a photocopied insert housed in salvaged cardboard, buried in stenciled black electrical tape and shredded wires, and limited to 50.