Ron Washington Wisdom
Crazy juggy twins cause meltdown
Posted by TFG on November 14th, 2012
The comedic aspects of this whole megillah get more comedic. The first murder of an American ambassador in 30 years is merely a ginned-up Republican distraction campaign from President Golfpants’ re-election. Mix in two crazy Lebanese 30-somethings with big boobs & miniskirts (& a super-weird twinned-up photo pose), Robin Leach-ish social aspirations, apparent gobs of money from what’s probably a vastly overworked husband, and you get something the Fourth Estate or Fifth Column, or whatever they style themselves as these days, absolutely positively cannot get their fill of.
You just can’t say Idiocracy often enough.
You know what would be funny? That poor deluded bastard who married the Social Climber of 2012 is off in Missouri for deer season, no phones and shit, and shows up Thursday or Friday, ready to relax and get back to earning to pay for the next OTT shindig that the nut wife already has on their holiday schedule. Really, what does he get out of all this honorary ambassadorship / social liaison would-you-please-put-a-picture-of-me-in-the-paper horseshit?
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When I served on active duty, I didn’t have time to mix with the locals. Generals I served with didn’t have time either. We were too busy planning and training to fight or actually fighting. Since my retirement, the Army went through a major reorganization that established the Brigade, commanded by Colonels, as the principal fighting element. One outcome seems to be that generals have little to do, except mix with the locals. Colonels and below are fighting; generals are chasing skirt. Solution is obvious.
You just KNOW those Lebanese Twins are gonna get a reality show. And the Broadwell woman will be the antagonist next door…and maybe some drunk mud wrestling just thrown in for additional depravity and general bad taste?
I want the twins in Pulp Fiction-style gimp masks.
You can’t make this shit up. I am writing a screen play now “Almost a General” About a teenager folowing some Generals around and getting to know these groupies that hang around them and give them special favors. I think I got something
Deer hunting *where* in Missouri, I wonder? I was on the family farm in deepest backwoods swampy SEMO for a few days (processed my nice middling-sized button buck all by me-self, I did!), and my cellphone worked just fine. Hopefully the person in question was in that sweet spot of west-central Missouri where you can by unlimited antlerless deer tags for $7 apiece, and you can slay one antlered (over 1″ antlers to qualify-my button buck was still “antlerless” by this math) deer, though if you’re in northwest Missouri I believe they require three or four points per side for antlered deer. Oh well, if the country falls apart maybe the free parts can split off and do our own thing and the Obama parts can enforce mandatory gay-marriage and 90% income taxes and folks can live in big government housing project hi-rises like in some bizarre combination of the TV shows “Good Times” and “The Big Bang Theory” and bore each other with stories of whitey’s oppression and the whole D & D/Star Wars/comic book thing…
When you get a look at General Betrayus in his old uniform, with enough chest-candy and badges from all his paper-pusher awards to rival Gaddafi’s most-resplendent rig, you can easily see that, yes, here is a man who would cheat on his wife and kids, not just with his nubile biographer but with these Lebanese “socialites” if he got the chance. And since the one on the left is a a certifiable nut case, he probably did.