Ghost Troop Home Page April Fools Part 4
Come here Wolf! Sit! Damn it, I said sit!
Wolf, you’re being a bad
dog again, and you make me want to cuss you.
The last time I wrote you, you were playing that “Ben” Ladin shit that he sent you from the hills of
“Lucky Ben,” I kept thinking, “He’s walking around in the mountains with a staff and a Kalishnikov, like me when I’m on vacation, and I’m sitting in my little bunker – all cooped up for three months, getting cabin fever.”
You barked and howled over the tape for a while to try to convince us that Ben was sick and tired, lame and lazy and generally crazy. Well, you were doggone wrong about every word but one: Ben Ladin is indeed crazy – like a fox.
Wolf, I’m going to chain you if you go sniffing around any other dogs like that Freedman cur I saw your nose in a few minutes ago. I know it was mutual, I saw the whole thing. God, I saw it, and it was disgusting, if rudimentary, as so many canine acts are. Here, I’ll vomit up some advice for you to ingest:
That damn Freedman dog may
have the right pedigree, and every time I find that he’s taken care of his
business on the editorial pages of
I had a ball listening to
your friend Freedman yapping about how the NATO Pack needed to pull
And about
the great idea of arming the Iraqi police and military to help us… Good idea, boy, they’ll help us out a lot.
They’ll help us all the way out of
It’s not even hard to figure out. They backed away from our blitz… What? No, the word blitz has nothing to do with you, dumbass dog, so retract that nasty thing that’s showing between your hind legs. It’s disgusting. You can do that around Freedman, but not around me, never.
OK, they’ve faded from our
force, and now they’re swaying
back. It’s a soft-style martial arts technique,
central to hapkido, aikido, judo, jujitsu, and so
forth. They’ve captured initiative now,
and control our balance. Hell, they blew
the number two DoD guy out
of the number one secure area in
…and you and Freedman ululate with doggie hard-ons because you have new bones of contention about how we need to get arms to the folks who hate us so that they can help us. That’s kinda like giving riot guns to the inmates because there’s a riot in the prison, wouldn’t you say? Their young hot-blooded folks are going to turn on us whether or not we give them arms, and sooner or later we’re going to have to use our legs – to back out of the quicksand.
I know, retreat is a new trick and you’re a dumb old dog, just like Freedman. The Bushling is as dumb as you two, always putting his chin down and moving straight into trouble. Boys, you haven’t been in enough dog pounds or enough dog fights, because you’re only thinking in one direction about war, and war can be defined as the very thing that turns everything in the wrong direction. Every fool who ever promoted one thought he would win big, but ended up chasing his own tail if he lasted long enough. And everyone who’s ever seen or studied enough knows that the Confederate cavalryman said it right: “It ain’t the size of the dog in the fight that counts; it’s the size of the fight in the dog.”
You media mutts are going to keep the Bush, Blair and Sharon alliance intact, even though sane heads in every country are saying that they’re crazy, until the triumvirate can make the dumbest of all dumb moves: “regime change” in Syria, anchored by a docile Egypt and Turkey, linking Israel and Occupied Iraq by conquest.
I’m not making a new
prediction. Right after 911 I estimated
a 50-50 chance that
Captain May sez if it goes regional it goes nuclear, and if it goes
nuclear it goes global. Hell,
No? This is all new stuff to you? Go back to sleep boy. I’ll let you lie for a while longer. Let’s hope something a lot louder than me doesn’t wake you up to reality.
Captain May
Ghost Troop Home
Page April
Fools Part 4