Wisko McBadgerton
Teaching you how to Bucky.
Re: Mr. Trump, I mean Mr. President, which State would You Like To Round Them Up In?
Since I mentioned it, my Uncle has often told a much greater version of this LBJ story:
In the 60's everybody was getting offed so protecting Johnson was no fun anyway, but whenever he was going somewhere via Marine One, they usually landed 5 or 6 helicopters on the lawn to pick him up. The idea was that the anarchists and commies wouldn't know exactly which chopper LBJ was in, so they wouldn't waste a stinger trying to nail him. (Even though the CIA handed stingers out like candy around the world, they apparently weren't all that easy to get in-country in the old days.) At any rate, the Marines land and LBJ in his usual ten gallon hat, starts heading off to one. Only it's not the one he's scheduled to be on, so my uncle comes up, touches Johnson's arm and says, "Excuse me Mr. President, but that's not your helicopter."
LBJ jerks his arm away, wheels back around, and eyes blazing down incredulously from high atop his cowboy boots, snarls,
"GOD DAMMIT SON! THESE ARE ALL MY HELICOPTERS!!!
AND DON"T YOU EVER ****ING FORGET IT!
Since I mentioned it, my Uncle has often told a much greater version of this LBJ story:
In the 60's everybody was getting offed so protecting Johnson was no fun anyway, but whenever he was going somewhere via Marine One, they usually landed 5 or 6 helicopters on the lawn to pick him up. The idea was that the anarchists and commies wouldn't know exactly which chopper LBJ was in, so they wouldn't waste a stinger trying to nail him. (Even though the CIA handed stingers out like candy around the world, they apparently weren't all that easy to get in-country in the old days.) At any rate, the Marines land and LBJ in his usual ten gallon hat, starts heading off to one. Only it's not the one he's scheduled to be on, so my uncle comes up, touches Johnson's arm and says, "Excuse me Mr. President, but that's not your helicopter."
LBJ jerks his arm away, wheels back around, and eyes blazing down incredulously from high atop his cowboy boots, snarls,
"GOD DAMMIT SON! THESE ARE ALL MY HELICOPTERS!!!
AND DON"T YOU EVER ****ING FORGET IT!