…the 245th since the Founding, gang colors of cop-killing, tax-evading, white supremacist limited-government oppressors fly this day.
Over the cannon Mr Corn Pop says we don’t have.
That moment, standing in front of the meat case at your local comestibles emporium, when your soul implodes under the pressure from the detonation of an EPIPHANY.
You’re looking at steaks suitable for the marking of that civilization-crushing signing of that petty break-up email penned by a bunch of selfish pale penis people white supremacists who detest their moral and intellectual betters in order that they can eventually create a more perfect implementation of systemic racism and unjust oppression as later codified in their laughably horrible “Constitution” and you realize…
1. Geez yer a pretentious twatwaffle of a scribe today and,
2. You are screaming past the second standard deviation on the descending leg of the “Get off my lawn!” side of the Bell Curve of entropy as you keep picking up packets of finely marbled beastflesh muttering, “Dammit, these are all too big!” as you rummage for hunks of flesh even your mother would have rejected as too small.
Dear Lord, take me now.
Me, talking with the DIVARTY staff while running a .45 qual* range. Officers have big egos and are crybabies.
It was fun to take their weapon, load in a magazine, and put 8 into the 10 ring at 25 feet.
They probably sat on my subsequent promotion boards.
*I’m lying. Officers, who set the standards, decided that people armed with pistols didn’t need to “qualify,” just “familiarize.”
I truly believe because most of them couldn’t shoot, the Army didn’t want to buy the ammo to train with, and this let officer egos off the hook. I, however, as the HHB commander, did *not* let their egos off the hook.
Like I said, they prolly sat on my promotion boards and got them some payback. 😉
World of Warships Easter Eggs – like the London DoubleDecker going all Dukes of Hazzard on the partially-raised Tower Bridge.
Wargaming sticks all sorts of little tidbits in the game maps and ports. Gives you something to do after some snotty little tier 8 destroyer erased your mighty tier 10 battleship. You can go explore the map looking for the Easter Eggs.
I’ve been involved with the government intimately ever since I was -0.75 years old. I know a thing or two. And, I’ve been “the government” and part of the problem.
[Cue sheepish Monty Python peasant voice] “I got better.”
Statistics is funner.