Via the Professor, Dr. Weevil has a word up for a lefty boy who says if you’re not willing to join up and fight, you have no business plumping for our troops to go whack Saddam.
Well, here’s my word, boy. If I had been six years younger and 50 pounds lighter, I would have been at the Navy Recruiting station at 0800 Wednesday September 12, 2001. Unfortunately they cut off applicants at age 35 or, married less than a year or not, my butt would have been in Navy blue.
So unless you’re willing to take up Dr. Weevil’s challenge, here’s a big FUCK YOU from me, you gutless pissant. I’m tempted to pledge myself.
A "surly curmudgeon[], suspicious and lacking in altruism." (Robert A. Heinlein)