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“SEMPER FI!” (and “Hoo Rah!” for the Other Guys), but above it all: GOD SAVE THE BOSS!

How are you spending your 4th of July holiday? While most Americans probably slept, 1,215 Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines raised their right hands and committed to a combined 5,500 years of additional service during the largest reenlistment ceremony in the history of the American military. Beneath a large American flag which dwarfed even the enormous chandelier that Saddam Hussein had built for the Al Faw Palace, members of all services, representing all 50 states took the oath administered by Gen. David Petraeus, Commander of Multi-National Forces Iraq.

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Bless ‘em all, but don’t you dare forget saying a prayer today for our psychotic Overlord, Darth Boss George.

Here’s the “other” Boss; singing “Fourth of July”:

and here’s the greatest beast the E Street Band ever unleashed:

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3 Comments

  1. hashfanatic says:

    Enjoy your Fourth, Tee. Hope your insane neighbors don’t send too many bottle rockets your way! :)

  2. hashfanatic says:

    Oh, one more thing we’re not hearing enough about.

    Much respect to the guys who pulled off the FARC rescue.

    Too many of us don’t realize that was actually a VERY big deal.

  3. TC says:

    Yeah, that FARC hostage heist was pretty fucking cool. “Say hello to teh Che!”

    As far as my neighbors, they learned, and now know, stray bottle rockets landing in my backyard will likely invoke an immediate “general vicinity of where it came from” hail of buckshot response from my back porch… and then I will look them up.

    I took a limb off one guy’s tree a couple years back because him and his kids, at three in the AM, were still lighting off M-80s, and I finally got fed up with hearing that crap. Looked where the sound was coming from; backyard lights were blazing; people were laughing and thinking everything’s hunky-dorry.

    BLAM

    “GO TO FUCKING BED ALREADY YOU FUCKING SHITHEADS.”

    I must note that back then I had Frick & Frack, and the neighbors had mostly already surmised that I had friends who were cops or seriously insane, and a brace of ‘ready to rip you’ Sheps at me beck, and also guys who ran chop shops who called me “friend.” I might as well been Muslim, because I dropped a “fatwaAnd Me seems to have no inhibition when it comes to fucking up his own life to make whatever the hell point he wants to make.

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