You beat me to the punch! I was just going to post this one myself. Great satire - and she has evidenced every one of the opinions at one time or another.
What?! Wha-what's this? Hey, me dino beat both of you! Just go che-che-check it out in New. Unfair! Whaa! Whaa! Sob! Dinosaurs matter! Check this out, meanies! I'll show you!
You can pull up your pants now Dino, your scaring the dog!...Hey buddy, I already apologized on your post. Didn't see your post till after I posted this one.
Can't you tell I'm just having fun? As for pants, how are my short arms supposed to pull my pants up past my big long tail? Questions, questions. Life would be naught but questions if Ayn Rand did not some answers, sayeth the dino evermore.
Hey, they don't call me Johnson for nothin...but I'm still able to pull up my pants...cracking up here...pull your tail between your legs toward the front and let it slide down one leg...that's what I have to do from the front. Should work for you too...still laughing.
Bla, bla, bla! Well, your post still hit hot while mine did not--even to the point of showing up in my email to make a mock at me.. Just got a call. My post just can't take it. She's leaving me. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQrge... This is all your fault. Homewrecker!
No, I don't see. And swear all ya want, dammit! Should I challenge you to a duel to protect my offended honor, promise to be a buddy and pick pistols over swords. Old dino can't move around like I used to. Don't worry about me being a good shot. I promise to fight fair. See? Nothing to worry about!
No bazooka. I played the trombone. I have no stress currently. There are some who try to bring it to me, but I have refused it and am managing to live without it.
I know how to use a bazooka, though the USMC preferred to call it a rocket launcher. Well, I like "bazooka" better, baby! Woo! Yeah, you come at me with a Sherman as long as I have as many rockets as you have shells. Gung ho!
I did some mods to ole Sherman...has a Big ole Super Charger Stickin out above the Turret ,Big ole 6 speed shift lever rising above the gunner...you see a Big ole hairy hand on that shifter and the wine of that super charger...best be movin out of the way!
As long as I can see you in some weird bubble that floats around in the scope, you and that tank will be moving all over the countryside like so much fiery rain. Well, that's how that scope was back in early 1970. Trainer only gave me a practice rocket and a real rocket. The target was a junked tank. With the practice rocket loaded, I wiggled that bazooka they wouldn't call a bazooka around while seeing only darkness in the scope while glimpsing the side of some bubbly thing over here, over there, over here, over there. The trainer lost patience and told me to shoot and of course I missed. Reloaded, the trainer was all "Aw, just shoot." That's when the bubble bobbed into sight with the image of the target. I hit the tank and happily moved on so the trainer could torment another Marine, who would be an admin or supply clerk like me. We noncoms were being familiarized with assorted weapons in case of emergencies. My favorite was the M60 general purpose machine gun. Firing that thing was a rush!
It was a long, long time ago. Dunno if I had crappy instruction before shooting or if I just didn't catch the bit about the bubble. Draftee me was against the Vietnam War but I've always been fascinated with firearms. If my MOS had drawn 0300 I would have fought to do my part for keeping Marines around me alive. I was not a lovey dovey peacenik but had a big time problem with the police action strategy and tactics for protecting a government I viewed as corrupt and having an army only good for running away, leaving ti to Americans to take care of (their) business.. Recall complaining to others that the U.S. was just playing cowboys and Indians over there. We'd find out where some enemy was sighted, go in often on Hueys, get into firefights until the enemy ran away and then we'd fly back. Was years I was later nodding at the ending of Mel Gibson's "We Were Soldiers." A North Vietnamese officer leads troops back to the vacated battlefield, picks up a little toy American flag someone left behind and makes a remark about how they'd win and we'd lose.
This video is great humor. The sad thing is, to use a term from that era, Hillary is an "Anti-Amerikan" ideologue since the late 60's. As is Obama.
And, contrary to the hype of that era, she is not doing it selflessly but as true successful dictators do: a beyond the pale lust for both power and money. And willing to use any means to her ends.
Unfair! Whaa! Whaa!
Sob! Dinosaurs matter!
Check this out, meanies! I'll show you!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSWBu...
Meanies put that to smoke in your pipes while me dino runs off to have a good cry!
Oh, boo-hoo-hoo!
As for pants, how are my short arms supposed to pull my pants up past my big long tail?
Questions, questions.
Life would be naught but questions if Ayn Rand did not some answers, sayeth the dino evermore.
Hey, they don't call me Johnson for nothin...but I'm still able to pull up my pants...cracking up here...pull your tail between your legs toward the front and let it slide down one leg...that's what I have to do from the front. Should work for you too...still laughing.
Well, your post still hit hot while mine did not--even to the point of showing up in my email to make a mock at me..
Just got a call. My post just can't take it. She's leaving me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQrge...
This is all your fault. Homewrecker!
Would of thought you'd be playin: "You picked a fine time to leave me Lucile" by Kenny Rogers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziLag...
Go find to intercede that, Sherlock!
can hardly hold my composure now...
Should I challenge you to a duel to protect my offended honor, promise to be a buddy and pick pistols over swords.
Old dino can't move around like I used to.
Don't worry about me being a good shot.
I promise to fight fair. See? Nothing to worry about!
Do you have a bazooka?
I have no stress currently.
There are some who try to bring it to me, but I have refused it and am managing to live without it.
Well, I like "bazooka" better, baby! Woo!
Yeah, you come at me with a Sherman as long as I have as many rockets as you have shells.
Gung ho!
Well, that's how that scope was back in early 1970.
Trainer only gave me a practice rocket and a real rocket. The target was a junked tank.
With the practice rocket loaded, I wiggled that bazooka they wouldn't call a bazooka around while seeing only darkness in the scope while glimpsing the side of some bubbly thing over here, over there, over here, over there.
The trainer lost patience and told me to shoot and of course I missed.
Reloaded, the trainer was all "Aw, just shoot."
That's when the bubble bobbed into sight with the image of the target.
I hit the tank and happily moved on so the trainer could torment another Marine, who would be an admin or supply clerk like me.
We noncoms were being familiarized with assorted weapons in case of emergencies.
My favorite was the M60 general purpose machine gun. Firing that thing was a rush!
Draftee me was against the Vietnam War but I've always been fascinated with firearms.
If my MOS had drawn 0300 I would have fought to do my part for keeping Marines around me alive.
I was not a lovey dovey peacenik but had a big time problem with the police action strategy and tactics for protecting a government I viewed as corrupt and having an army only good for running away, leaving ti to Americans to take care of (their) business..
Recall complaining to others that the U.S. was just playing cowboys and Indians over there.
We'd find out where some enemy was sighted, go in often on Hueys, get into firefights until the enemy ran away and then we'd fly back.
Was years I was later nodding at the ending of Mel Gibson's "We Were Soldiers." A North Vietnamese officer leads troops back to the vacated battlefield, picks up a little toy American flag someone left behind and makes a remark about how they'd win and we'd lose.
And, contrary to the hype of that era, she is not doing it selflessly but as true successful dictators do: a beyond the pale lust for both power and money. And willing to use any means to her ends.
But, Ameriphobe fits as well.
Laughing
I want to hear hiltery scream in fear at the American Flag...let's give everyone in the audience a full size on for tomorrows debates.