The poor are not the "less fortunate." They are instead, the "more irresponsible." They put themselves there, and they drag their children into that status with them. They are the "less prepared," the "less diligent," and the "less able." They weren't unlucky. They did it to themselves. -- Neal Boortz
(**This was pulled this off the Air Force Academy's (very
unofficial) message board. Written by a '96 grad who apparently flies A-10s.**)
"Well now, much like Grinch, I too have my warpaint
on...I had to go back to my Xtreme Air Force
recruiting campaign from March of this year to add
fuel to my fires of anger and a need to, as Limp
Bizkit shouts "Break your FRICKING FACE TONIGHT!!!
GIVE ME SOMETHING TO BREAK!!!" Make no mistake about
it... this war is gonna be a Hawgdrivers dream... no
more of this sending GPS guided bombs from the
ionosphere... I want to camp out on the enemy's
border... I want to yell across the border in the
immortal words of Wyatt Earp (as portrayed by Kurt
Russell and not Kevin Frigin Costner) "You tell 'em
I'm coming! AND HELL'S COMING WITH ME!!"
I wanna punch Bin Laden in the face and say, You gonna
do something? Or just stand there and bleed? And then
I wanna laugh maniacally as my 30mm shells decimate
his camps. I ain't talking about the Armor Piercing
shells this time, although the thought of poisoning
their lungs (if, in the unlikely event they survived
my attack) with the dirty dust of spent uranium is
quite refreshing... that would make the cloud over New
York seem like pure Oxygen. I want High Explosive
Incidiary rounds... 1150 of the mother frickers fired
2 or 3 hundred at a time... like 3 hundred grenades
exploding all at once... and that's just my jet... the
three coming with me brings that total to 16 cans of
CBU-87...that's 3,232 individual submunitions for the
motherfrickers...that's what I want.
I want 4 Maverick missiles per jet... that's 16 of
those motherfrickers...and if we run outta trucks and
other small things to hit with those missiles, I wanna
find out what a maverick will do when it locks onto a
piece of shimbo terrorist and hits him at just over
1000 feet per second... there might not be enough
deceleration to detonate the thing but at that
speed... I dont think it would be necessary. And I
want 2 pods of rockets hanging from my wings... 7
white phosphorous and 7 HEI... I want the Willie Petes
to put a cloud of smoke to climb into the sky to let
everyone following to know... that's where the gettin'
is good... and the HEI... well, I just want FRAG in
the air tearing apart their greasy scumbag bodies the
same way they tore into our nation... and then we'll
start cleaning up with the almighty General Electric
GAU-8/A Avenger cannon... what a perfect fricking
name... AVENGER CANNON!!! FRICK IT, if that's all I
had, that's all I'd want... 4 hawgs with 4600 of our
little friends... lock and load, hammer down!!!!!
But that's just my personal end... here's what else I
want... I want John Madden, Terry Bradshaw and Howie
Long to take over CNN, NBC, ABC and every other news
network to provide coverage of this war... I want
Madden with his electronic chalkboard out there
describing what's going on... "You see here across the
top of the screen, that ridge line is exactly where
the attack is gonna come from... you'll see the
Warthawgs come popping over them and unleash a fury
that we haven't seen since Lawrence Taylor was on the
prowl... Speaking of that, here they come and BAM!!!
These guys are great... they remind me of linemen...
they don't get much press coverage but when they hit
you, man do you know it!!!"
I want Hank Williams Jr and Lee Greenwood belting out
I'M PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN as the intro to Monday
Night AirStrikes... Fight night would have a whole new
meaning now... I want to see Sports Center air the HIT
OF THE DAY... "Today's strike comes from a flight of
two A-10 Warthogs.. you'll see here that some
terrorist got the wild idea that he could shoot at
these guys... you can see the missile come up and
totally miss the two jets... and here you see as they
roll in and unleash that awesome gun on he point of
origin... nothing left there now! And that's our,
PLAY OF THE DAY!!" I want Mills Lane in the field
giving play by play descriptions, I want Flight of the
Valkaries playing at full bore from every mountainside
as we run in at 100 fricking feet.... I want WELCOME
TO THE JUNGLE playing after the first bomb hits and
when I'm WINCHESTER ammunition, I wanna land on Bin
Laden's personal airstrip, grab him by his twisted,
dead neck and poke him in the eyes and say
"MOTHERFRICKER....YOU... YOU JUST GOT KNOCKED THE
FRICK OUT!!!!"
I want the NFL cheerleaders to send us off to war, and
the XFL cheerleaders to welcome us home. And while
we're at it? I dont just want to beat the shimbo outta
these scumbags, I want to humiliate them too. I want
Baghdad littered with the shimbo. Frick 'em!! I want
to see Shwartzkopf come outta retirement to start
kicking some ass... I want a cure for Alzheimers
right now to get Reagan back in working order and like
Dennis Leary says, I want a cure for cancer to thaw
out the Duke and see just how pissed off he is right
now.
I want STUKA terror sirens mounted to the wings of my
Hawg... although the unique whine of our engines is
about all the terror siren we'll need right now...
Alright Zero... slow down... breathe... in... out....
ok... I think the coffee has worn off a bit now and I
should get back to work.
Motherfrickers-you just picked the wrong people to
f*ck with... not such a good day to be a bad guy"
"To the guilty: may God have mercy on you... because
we won't!"-John McCain.
