"What's the worst thing that can happen from an empty, pointless post?"
Hmm.
Okay, no interesting and/or offensive riders on the bus this morning, but the entire vehicle did carry the faintest whiff of wet cardboard. Which might have been the giveaway to some form of high-tech chemical bomb, but I didn't blow up, so probably not. Good job, crack anti-terrorist squads!
Speaking of FREEDOM-THREATENING TERROR!(&#%^&#%^&*^!, this is a fabulous, dare I say, poetic, quote:
"If the brigandish US imperialists dare to infiltrate spy planes into our airspace to interfere with our peaceful satellite launch preparations, our revolutionary armed forces will mercilessly shoot them down,"Imperialists!
Don't interfere, you brigands,
with merciless peace!
I dig our 'brigand' diplomacy much more than the Bush-era sobriquet of 'cowboy.' The newer contains a flashy, swashbuckling, Errol Flynn quality, no doubt reflecting the high production values desired by the discerning popcorn muncher. Let us make a scientifically visual comparison, shall we?
Exhibit A.
Exhibit B.
Conclusion? No contest.
Brigands, ho!
21 comments:
You better not ask for an order of French Fries at the Texas Rangers Stadium in Arlington, Taliban Texas on opening day when the Motherfucker from Midland throws out the ceremonial first pitch or a bevy of goons from Homeland Security will sweep in to arrest your commie, pinko ass.
The only reason I feel safer here than in their revolutionary space is our loons are not as loonie as their loons are loonie, relatively speaking. That is only because we seem to have a lesser loon in charge now than we used to.
Don't mess with Lil' Kim. He will shoot your broke ass spy planes down!
I don't know what to say. My brain is on strike. But I applaud your efforts you Brigandish Brigandar.
I have misplaced my sword and my buckler. Perhaps I left it at the dry cleaner when I dropped off the tights. I'm ready otherwise. NO wait, where is my steed? I left him tied to. . . oh drat. I'm not quite ready. Wait please!
christopher, as long as I can land a front row seat and get to toss ketchup-saturated fries on that yokel. On second thought, I might be shot dead.
mrmacrum, true, but given that both leaders enjoy basketball, I think there's a secret agreement afoot destined to destroy us all, or at least bring about soylent green a few years early. Think about it!
agi, I'm trying to think of something fly and/or dope in response, but I just realized I'm pasty white, yo.
utah, when French brains go on strike, do they imprison the body?
sherry, hurry! The gringos or Yanks or whomever we're fighting today are getting away!
I spent about 15 min. dreaming about the joys of public transportation and now I come here and your aroma-bus reports have got me back in my car.
Don't wolly! Areck Bawdrin wiwr exprain evwryfing!
As long as there is a harem of cloistered virgins in the tent after the battle the hero can take advantage of I'm all for the Brigands.
Either you're with the Brigands or you're with the terrorists.
hey?!!! those brigands are wearing turbins!
when you ride with exhibit b. you ride with punjab
Away, then, with the dagger and the pike, ere you become brigands and outlaws!
But daddy..I want to be a brigand!
Graves, you swine!
It is misquoted from the translation. It is actually about Brigadoon, so you see, it is much worse than you suspected! You'll have the singing Scottish (or if they are from my family's wee bit o' Scotland, the swinging Scotch...)
Regards,
Tengrain
You can tell which way the Scots are swinging when the wind catches their kilts.
Go brigands!
". . . our revolutionary armed forces will mercilessly shoot them down,"
As opposed to . . . what? Mercifully shooting them down?
Also, since when do third-string commie dictators' armed forces qualify as "revolutionary"? I've seen them in news pieces and they look like run-of-the-mill Asian lockstep marchers.
BTW, RG, where did you get the cool painting of our economy? Perfect likeness.
LBR, oh no, it was a most pleasing wet cardboard aroma, but nothing like today when the bus smelled as the Tuileries in bloom.
chef, is that you, local Dunwich yokel?
BB, of course there are, 72 of 'em!
tom, you should make that the title of your memoirs.
puddy, the brigands will come out, tomorrow!
dusty, that was mighty brigandish of you.
tengrain, oh shit, you have ancestors from Scotland, too? Let's drink to that! No singing though, I can't carry a tune.
susan, I might not mind a kilt all that much right now, it's hot as Kandahar in here.
SWA, the merciful missile is accompanied by a sincere note of apology.
Good point about the revolutionary garb. There's no color, it's all the most drab shade of olive for those chumps.
The photo? I did a The Google for apocalypse and that was one of them. Isn't that a matte shot of something from The Matrix?
Brigands unite!
no fool like a foolish fool. oh and well done on unearthing a topical brigand poster. impressive!
Hillary as the attack dog using diplomacy won't even manage to dent human trafficking none the less stop a North Korean missile launch.
Btw, do you like fish sticks?
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