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Word From Iraq, Updated
By Maj P
Someone asked about my post on Word From Iraq. I needed to make an edit to it today, and for some reason it ended up not working and so I canned it. I had no time to mess with it and chose the rapid course of action. Also, the people over there experience severe IT issues, so I'll advise when it's fully up and running.
Here is the USMC link to "Old Corps" Alex Durr.
I remain a gloomy hawk. Here's why...
I went to the National Zoo the other day. Didn't see too many animals and I wondered why until I saw here that all the circus acts in DC were down at the White House. Traitors in the streets, openly praising our enemies.
The paper cease-fire has been put into effect in Lebanon. Who will profit? Hezbollah. They get to claim a victory, and they have a breathing space. The West sold out the Israelis; we should have let them proceed with their campaign. Hezbollah was making a stand, and were conveniently defending in place. That, as the great Chesty Puller said about the ChiComs at Chosin, greatly simplifies the problem. Yes, it would have been an ugly fight, but all fights are ugly. This one needs to be fought, sooner rather than later.
Watching Nasrallah or Nose-hair-of-allah or whatever the hell he calls himself crowing about his slimy victory while Hezbollah's fellow travelers march in our capital. THAT'S put me in a gloomy mood.
I need a lift. Someone post a joke, preferably with the word "rectum" because that word always makes me laugh out loud.
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Thanks, Big John, I needed that. :-)
Go see the post at Blackfive. Picture entitled "SMILE"
"THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly...."
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Bob, a lawyer, was driving home after spending a great day out on the ocean fishing. His catch, cleaned and filleted, was wrapped in newspaper on the passenger side floor. He was late getting home and was speeding a little...
As he was crossing a bridge, a cop jumped out, radar gun in hand, and motioned him to the side of the bridge.
Bob pulled over like a good citizen. The cop walked up to the window and said, "You know how fast you were going boy?"
Bob thought for a second and said, "Uh, 60?"
"67 mph, boy! 67 mph in a 55 zone!" said the cop.
"If you already knew" replied Bob, "why did you ask me?"
Fuming over Bob's answer, the officer growled, "That's speeding, and you're getting a ticket and a fine!"
The cop took a good close look at Bob, in his stained fishing attire and said, "You don't even look like you have a job! Why, I've never seen anyone so scruffy in my entire life!"
Bob answered, "I've got a job! I've got a very good job!"
The cop leaned in the window, sniffing the air, and said, "What kind of a job would a smelly bum like you have?"
"I'm a rectum stretcher!" replied Bob.
"What you say, boy?" asked the patrolman.
"I'm a rectum stretcher!"
The cop, scratching his head, asked, "What does a rectum stretcher do?" Bob explained, "When someone needs to be stretched, I'm the one who does it. I start with a couple of fingers, then a couple more, and then one whole hand, then both hands. Then I slowly pull them farther and farther apart until the rectum is a full six feet across."
The cop, absorbed with this bizarre image in his mind, asked, "What the hell do you do with a six foot asshole?"
Bob nonchalantly answered, "You give it a radar gun and stick it at the end of a bridge!"