AT Ease! Rest.
Those gawddamned rugrats give me a cold again. The little fuckers bring home vile diseases from school and then want to get all up in my face with their funk. Nasty fuckers.
It’s not a big deal – but I hate having a cold.
Of course it could be a spell one of those strippers put on me for Friday the 13th. Ugh. I love ‘em and I hate ‘em.
Anyway – the POTUS seriously needs to have his fucking cell phone taken away. You Jarheads pray to Saint Mattis to snatch a knot in TheDon’s ass and quit rattling his sword at Putin. The last thing we need to do is getting in a major war with Ivan over fucking Syria. Most of us have been to the region – and nothing there is worth all of that.
While there may have been chemical agents involved in the region, its not like these fuckers kill each other with any sense of dignity or decorum at any other time. This is the place where chucking people off buildings, beheadings, stoning and burning people alive are de rigueur. So, fuck ‘em. As I have said often before, either go all Palpatine, and wipe them out – all of them – or GTFO and let them kill each other wholesale.
Anyway – I’m going to cut it short this week and go get some medicinal rum in me.
Platoon Sergeants, the usual admonitions apply – keep these degenerates in line, or end up like Meach – old school KP duty for a week.
Now – Beat It.