Hey, what's that thar' extra stuff on your boat? Looks like a sideways cement pond.
No more loony bins? As I often asked over bagels & coffee "What are we gonna do with 'em?"They said it, I didn't, in the 28 December, 2009 issue of Navy Times. No news flash Sailor Boy drinks--a lot--but 70% of retired senior sailors agreeing there is too much "fraternization, sexual assault, drunken driving, domestic violence, and general misconduct," cannot be good. Nor close to flagship standards is the 54+ Commanders and Chiefs of the Boat who get popped for DUI every year.
Really? Sorry sailor, if Mr. Hughes, who is not going to the "Big House," ever makes it to the White House, there will be no more all expenses paid erotic shore leaves in Manila, if 'ya get what I mean. Spending a lot of money in Hawaii, Admiral? Can I sell it and trade for Israel as the 50th state? It's all about "investment strategy," so don't take it personally.
And please, no more backtalk or "crazy talk" around the genes that gave you the scary missiles that pop-up off the ocean surface and go, go, go. "Too dangerous," said the spygirl in regard to Tel Aviv, and she's Jewish, so go figure. Hughes can allege that too, regarding cramped quarters next to underwater nuclear reactors.
Do I want to be on my putt-putt green in the Oval Office and find my day ruined by ten minutes to run a quick and dirty nuclear war? In a word: "No." And, anyone who answers in the affirmative regarding that kind of warfare needs 72 hours, or maybe more, in any remaining State Hospital brave enough to take your nutty butt.
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