The Russians are coming the Russians are coming the Russians
are… oh shizzle, they’re here! Leave it to
an ex-KGB agent to pine for the good ol’ days of the Cold War by rekindling old
hatreds and fears. It seems that we in
the West need a reminder of how the world sucked back then and Putin is happy to oblige. Perestroika this, bitches! Bin-Laden’s feeding the fishes and his cronies
have gone to ground. Let’s leave the left-handed-ass-wipers
to their own goat spoiling devices, we’ve got neo-Bolsheviks to contend with.
What if we just pull a Saigon Shuffle and Huey the hell out
of the Boneyard of the Misbegotten? Who
would miss us, besides the women and children and private contractors?
There’s a paranoid bi-polar poobah in charge of the place and who has,
on more than one occasion, not been able to keep appointments with ambassadors
and other dignitaries due to an inability to keep his ducks together long enough
to harangue his guests over not understanding his needs.
Sorry if I seem insensitive to the plight of paranoid
bi-polar poobahs but well, I’m sick of the ancillary effects of job
creators in the guise of nation builders dry-stroking the daylights out of us
taxpayers. Like marionettes, our elected
officials dance cheek by jowl with the monied interests of the military whilst sending our young men and
women to far off lands where we have little business other than having a place
to wring the bugs out of our latest war toys.
To that end, the Greenies some time ago started
making little squeaky noises about environmental degradation and unnatural acts
in the deserts of the Western U.S., once the home of bombing ranges, nuclear blast
testing, Native Americans and that sort of thing. I mean,
dang, it’s just a damn desert! Better we work out the spread pattern of bomblets dropped via sub launched cruise missiles over the New Jersey
Pine Barrens? I gather not. But still… we are talking about Jersey.
