OH MY GOD...
When I heard about He who has no name, AKA, Bunnypants, AKA, a south texas football coach, or for those of you who insist, the pResidents speech at Fort Bragg; I thought...what a beautiful set up. Make a speech attempting to rally us all back to supporting the crimes being perpetrated over there in "Eye-rack". He who has no name referenced 9-11 6 times in the first minute or so of his speech, which his writers have been working on for weeks. If it's such a righteous fucking cause, why all the prep?
BECAUSE IT'S NOT A RIGHTEOUS CAUSE...It's a fraud being perpetrated on the world.
The people that blew up the world trade center were from fucking Saudi Arabia, not Iraq. There were NEVER weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, except the ones Saddam used to kill Kurds and Iranian soldiers, and he got them from US, back when he and rumsfeld were "holding hands".
Rant rant rant...Rave rave rave...he is so full of shit...it made me sick.
Watch the audience reaction...these soldiers who are being killed or might be killed in the near future for this bush league asshat and the old bitter fucktards that are propping him up.Subdued...but is it out of respect or the burning realization that the commander in chief is a lying piece of shit?
My monies on the shit end of the equation.
Now that I have this out of the way....
John Kelly...Irish...son of a cop, grandson of a cop. He is smooth, spell that S.M.O.O.VE. Resolute, hardcore, smart, mellow in that threatening mellow kind of way. He has a way about him that wins over, plus he's a badass when it come to the fisticuffs. And then he got full of himself and left NYPD Blue for movies, where he tanked. What was it called? Jade Kiss? It sucked, whatever it was called. But those years on NYPD Blue he rocked. He had technique...I used his technique in my work...the way he said things, his phrasing, his affect. Awesome shit...and it worked.