99 Glory

“Noiny-noin Luftballons,
Euro-fag commies can suck my dick.”

–US Defense Secretary (a long time ago) Casper Weinberger, as ‘quoted’ in the National Lampoon

I read that, thought it was a good laugh, and tried to, uh, quote-tweet it long before there were tweets, to people i knew in my life who I thought might appreciate it.

To the best of my knowledge, no one ever did. I got a lot of blank stares, and mild disapproval that I was even mentioning that cocksucking existed. The subject usually got changed quickly. I don’t know if my attempted humor failed because they didn’t know the song, or because they had never heard of Weinberger, or because ‘euro-fag’ sounded homophobic, or maybe even just because what was funny to me on the page had no business trying to be funny coming out of my mouth.

Sometimes I really am about half-bright. It’s not easy being green.

So, balloons.

This afternoon I heard a little National Petroleum Radio and they were talking about this one out of China.

The intrepid reporter spoke with a Public Relations General who said The Empire was very certain that this was no stray weather balloon, like Beijing is claiming, but evil spy tech. So the questions proceeded to evolve from that unquestioned premise.

When I got home, Lee Camp was talking about it, and claiming near-certainty that exactly the opposite is true. That it was a weather balloon, because of course the Chinese have far more advanced tech for spying, and the whole thing was opportunistically turned into a propaganda piece by Washington.

I believe that in the absence of hard facts, it’s a coin flip as to which Empire is lying, and it’s probably both of them, because that’s what Empires and their media arms DO. Incessantly. Even if there’s nothing to gain.

(Who blew up the Nordstream II? Well, just another unfathomable mystery, god dammit!)

I don’t care about what kind of balloon it was.

I do care that more was spent on jet fuel, and a missile, and a pair of F-16s to finally shoot the fucker down, than I have ever made in a year, and possibly made during my whole life.

Spent on a pointless show.

And not on the kid next to the pallet outside the Walmart.

Seriously, all ya’ll up there–fuck ya, up the ass, with 99 hindenburgs.

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