This guy is a real party.
I’ve been trying to avoid thinking about the presidential election. That’s why my major effort today is about those rascally little bug-eaters, the geckos.
If that man calls me “my friend,” one more time I swear I’ll scream. And where are those vaunted “Commander in Chief” credentials? He wasn’t a line officer, no command responsibilities, he was a pilot, and his whole naval career, including the POW stuff, must be spun very carefully or else it turns into The Three Stooges on aircraft carriers meets Ferris Beuller’s Day Off in North Vietnam.
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