The issue, of course, is Jen's terror of an Iranian nuclear
weapon. So what better strategy than to exonerate a guy convicted of lying
about a campaign to ruin the career of a CIA operative whose whole job it was
to prevent the proliferation of nuclear weapons to places like Iran. And to do
so on the basis of the suddenly razor-sharp memory of Princess
Clustering Aspens, now peddling her book.
And I gotta say, I don't like seeing groups of heavily armed folks, no matter their hue. Or Huey.
On a warm fall day in South Dallas, ten revolutionaries
dressed in kaffiyehs and ski masks jog the perimeter of Dr. Martin Luther King
Jr. Park bellowing "No more pigs in our community!" Military
discipline is in full effect as the joggers respond to two former Army Rangers
in desert-camo brimmed hats with cries of "Sir, yes, sir!" The Huey
P. Newton Gun Club is holding its regular Saturday fitness-training and
self-defense class. Men in Che fatigues run with weight bags and roll around on
the grass, knife-fighting one another with dull machetes.
Good fuck, I wish those Texans would just hurry up and secede. I'll help 'em pack and even lend them the pickup.
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