Veteran 🇺🇸
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G.T.F.G.U!-
Primary objective is to locate, close with and destroy the enemy by fire and maneuver... I may have hurt someone's feelings once.
"You're going to shoot a paraplegic man in a wheelchair?"
Keep in mind that this NINE-MONTH pregnant mother, Pvt. Francheska Velez, was on the ground in a fetal position, screaming “My baby! My baby!” when he stood over her and put a bullet through her chest.
Oh, and he's in a wheelchair b/c of the injuries he sustained from return fire after he had killed his victims.
So, yes. You're damn right we're going to shoot that MTHFKRing monster straight through his putrid MTHFKN heart with multiple rounds of hot lead... and we're going to celebrate it being publicly broadcast.
Hope that helps.
@BAPingLoud That can't be right. Chicago has some of the strictest and most unconstitutional gun laws in America.
Also, he was bulletproof . . it was literally his name.
Hunter S. Thompson refused to come to the studio.
The only way Conan could get him on the show was to meet him on a farm in upstate New York. To shoot guns. And drink hard liquor.
They set up a full bar in a field. A bartender in a tuxedo handed Hunter a shotgun he’d never fired. Then an M60. They blew apart stuffed animals and a Bill Buckner target while Conan tried to look like this was a normal interview.
Hunter howled. Conan looked like he might not make it home.
This is still the least talk-show interview ever done on a talk show.
Genius making Conan come to him, or just the most dangerous booking in late-night history?
If Lindsay Clancy is found innocent because hormones made her emotionally unstable, women better be very careful celebrating that verdict.
Because the law loves PRECEDENT.
From that day forward, every job application is going to have a new question:
“Are you currently hormonal?”
“Well, I’m a woman.”
“Thank you. I think we’ll be going in another direction.”
You can’t carry a weapon anymore. No female police officers. Sorry, but we cannot hand a loaded gun to somebody whose legal defense might eventually be, “My hormones were acting up.”
No more high-stress jobs, either. No air-traffic controllers. No surgeons. No nuclear-launch codes. One bad hot flash and boom 💥 Canada is glowing.
And women definitely can’t be judges. How can you decide whether somebody else is emotionally stable when your own gender just established in court that hormones can make you kill three people?
No female politicians, either. You can’t be trusted to run the country if, according to your own argument, your endocrine system occasionally takes over the government.
And custody hearings are going to change overnight.
The judge will say, “Ordinarily, children belong with their mother. However, according to the Lindsay Clancy precedent, she may be only one hormone away from a Netflix documentary. The children go with Dad.”
Dad doesn’t know their shoe sizes, the pediatrician’s name or which one is allergic to peanuts, but his testosterone has never been successfully used as an insanity defense.
Feminists spent a hundred years saying women are not hysterical, irrational creatures controlled by their biology and one defense attorney walks into court and says, “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury… have you considered the uterus?”
You cannot demand equal authority and then ask for discounted accountability.
If women want equal rights, great. But equal rights come with equal wrongs.
Otherwise, that glass ceiling is about to become a padded ceiling.