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by Chris As I’m sure some of you know, a few of the brave souls who serve in the 101st Fighting Keyboardists have put together a movement to wear the chickenhawk moniker with the pride it so surely deserves. They even have a logo:
Well actually, I don’t know how I feel about having chicken for lunch. I’ve always found chicken to be the dullest of all the fowl. Dry, funky and flavorless for the most part. Sure, a good cook can work wonders, but I live life on the go damnit. If fowl is going to be on the lunch menu, it really ought to be the finest of all fowl. If you aren't a fool, you know I'm talking about duck. Personally, I have duck for lunch at least once a week, as well as two or three times a week for dinner. Ah sweet, fatty, succulent, heavenly duck, how I adore thee. Have chicken for lunch if you like, but don’t be surprised when I call you something quite rude while I'm licking plum sauce and duck fat from my greasy fingers. I digress. One might be tempted to giggle and dismiss the whole affair as perhaps the worst attempt to turn an insult into a point of pride in modern history, but then it gets just a little worse. It appears that CENTCOM has endorsed the 101st Fighting Keyboardists brave efforts to wage war absent said Keyboardists' participation in the suffering and dying bit.
Captain Ed posts the following email sent to a member of the 101st Fighting Keyboardists, directly from US Central Command:
As you might imagine, Captain Ed is Pumped:
I’m glad the good Captain brought up that bit about form letters, because I really hate form letters. They mostly come in the form of email spam and corporate holiday cards these days, but the form letter is still alive, well and looking for a sucker. Email spam, in particular, is so ubiquitous, and often well crafted, that just wading into your inbox can make it difficult to discern reality from fiction some days. A few weeks ago, my friend Noz was good enough to point out a really nasty bit of spam he received, which clearly targeted horible, stupid, awful, smelly, naive bloggers.
Snark aside, I’m a little pissed that, to date, PSC C. Flowers hasn’t sent me a damn thing. I don’t admit to it in polite company, but I am a blogger. A smelly one at that. Why the hell hasn’t Flowers asked me to push a little government propaganda? I’m more than just a bit hurt. If PSC Flowers is reading this, he/she should know that I have very few morals and will do just anything if it makes me feel like I’m one of the cool kids. Just throw me a bone babe. Just to show I’m a good sport and harbor no ill will, I’ll provide the text of the email Flowers should send me, so all that he/she has to do is copy and paste.
I won't go on because the rest is too awful. (Via some guy with a broken wrist) [Update]Ask and you shall receive. SPC Flowers left me a very nice little note in a comment on the cross posted version of this post that I put on my site. He even called me Mr. Baldwin. As promised, all future posts will include government propaganda.
To Central Command With Love | 11 comments (11 topical, 0 editorial, 0 hidden)
To Central Command With Love | 11 comments (11 topical, 0 editorial, 0 hidden)
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