TimeStamp in Calexico it’s Nine in the Morning…
Drama at the Carolinas and the rest of the 48 should follow… aunque como Trump ya lo aseguró: Puedo Matar A Quién Sea en La Quinta Avenida, and there ain’t a God Damned thing you Two Bitches and that Georgia and the two Virginia Cunts can do about it. “I am The President of The United States!!!”
—Well put me on a helicopter and call me silly, but earlier in the programming I think that I’ve might have caught a glimpse of “Oddball” playing the role of a young Tank Commander, Donald Sutherland and he seemed to be “standing on shakey ground” with Sarah Chayes, just as a band of gremlins breached the outer perimeter of the parade field; one can only wonder what that most certainly « odd » pairing could have been talking or engaging about, but before Command and Control at Rockefeller Center demotes me again I am going to get the details of that conversation and relay it back to Ewe’all.
Kasie Hunt is live at the guests of honor tent and responds to Chief Warrant Officer 3, Brian William.
—Ewe do that Chief, and while Ewe are at it, Chief, “Keep Ewer Eyes Open” for Lt. Col. Frank Slade, eh! We [the staff] have been told that he is supposed to be arriving along side with Boy Wonder, in the role of Chris O’donnell.
—Once you get your footing on the story “Don’t Ewe Forget About Mehhh,” Chief.
TimeStamp: Eighteen Hundred Hours in Central NATO Time.
Oddball’s Walkabout… The Breach.
TimeStamp: 20hrs… and the rumor around the Mill is that a “little” agro business (killer) is about to disappear, a motherfucking little German pill is going to scrap the name Monsanto, but we [the staff] are not sure if the practices of that “little” agro business (killer) are going to remain or be scrapped. Is it a purely “Editorial” move, eh??? Or a sincere move to scrap that genetically modified tomato with the same feel of a fake boobie.
Anygüey, we now return to the full-dress parade ceremony in honor of Tennie Tiny Cat for Properly Standing his Post until properly being released, and the following must be read in a Cousin Joe voice.
“We’re Fed Up”… Bayer promises that no fake tomatos will be introduced in Europe, ok Herr, Bayer–Bayer what about over on the other side of the Atlantic, eh?
Over at fip it feels good, eh… and it’s a Blackest Joy at almost 21h45. And with this, BriWi is back with the Oddball and Sarah Chayes update, let’s hope Mika—that he’s not loaded like last time, ‘cus it looks like after this parade he’s going to go the way of Sid Barrett, or whatever that hippie’s name is.
—Oh Joe, stop it and pop a few of your mommie’s little helpers now.
—I will, but only if “Ewe Lay Across My Big Brass Bed”.
From the western part of the parade perimeter, the cameras focus on the bustle-rack of an M1-A2 Main Battle Tank straight out of Ohio where Chief Warrant Officer 3, Brian Williams, redeems himself from that most unfortunate —and fictional— helicopter ride.
The following must be read in a Brian Williams Voice:
In Central Europe it’s the 11th Hour with the Sun down, but to tell you the truth MorJo, when Ewe ride on the basket of one of these bustle racks, next to the munchies and barbecue logistical supplies of these wheel-tracked warriors time really-really seems to disappear. It is the next best thing to what R2-D2 might had felt if only that Resistance Icon would have been something more than just wires and a cold motherboard wrapped up in space-age alloys.