… en capítulos anteriores:
“Kentucky Windage with the Paul’s”
The following must be read
in a Generalissima Jordan’s voice.
But first, it’s 03 hundred hours in Central NATO Time—time to check out TRMS, hey, Raquelito! Still out fishing?
— You betcha’, responded our favorite Purple Pundit, Nicolle Wallace, however, —she went on to say— Raquelito will be back tomorrow no doubt with some really really big fish stories.
Anygüey, it’s been a couple of increasingly Dog Day Afternoon’s since we [the staff] promised you, people who never read this most inconsequential blog, a screen grab of the good Senator from the Great State of Ft. Knox speech to a bunch of Mexican–Americans; and probably to a bucket-load of Cuban–Americans; perhaps a couple of Colombian, Chilenean and Costa Rican–Americans también who probably took Spanish classes in High-school and, [as Cheech Marin put it best] got a motherfucking* “b” so here it goes.
* emphasis is all ours.
If General George C. Scott lived, He would command the seeing half of Col. Frank Slate to take a “FLAMETHROWER” to Fort Knox and level that Golden Training Site and then head over to Churchill Downs and bet on a horse named Tango/Alpha/November/Kilo… General Abrams is fo’Damn–sure rolling in his grave and not necessarily in the cadence of how the Army Goes Rolling Along, no sir.
Tango–Sierra: 06 hundred hours, keep your squelch–on, the staff is going to get some shut-eye, in the mean time, the purple pundit –it seems– is a fan of the Bruce Willis voice–over, who would have thunk it, eh?