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[MUSIC PLAYING]
-The Dubs are killing this country with their bleeding
hearts and their man butt fancy.
I'll give you a bleeding heart, ***.
I'll stab you in the aorta with a pencil.
Rest in that peace, sissy.
VOICE (OFFSCREEN): Whoa.
Easy, Liddy.
It's the Right brothers.
-We have another Dub for you.
-Liddy, Kucinich is so far left, he makes all the other
pee pee touchers look moderate.
Kind of like what Coulter does for us.
We need him out of the equation.
-Break into his HQ and plant some good, red blooded
misogynistic material in the Fox's sight line.
-How about Mulatto *** Frenzy?
I just happen to have a copy right here.
-I'm shielding my eyes.
Is that the December issue?
-Plant it and call the Fox.
But before you go, we want to ensure there aren't any
problems with the bright beam.
-Old demons never die.
-We are initiating the six inch sequence now.
-Shouldn't you wait until I'm at the location?
-Kucinich HQ is two blocks from your hotel, so if you
start walking now, you should be there in three weeks.
-Jesus.
VOICE (OFFSCREEN): Good luck, Liddy.
-Once again, red, white, and not blue America
is counting on you.
-The Right brothers aren't exactly tactical geniuses, but
their hearts are in the right place, and in a war, that's
all that counts.
But I didn't get where I am without a little
improvisation.
Looks like the little Demmy's done my job for me.
One quick call to the Fox, and--
Sweet Reagan's ghost.
The Supremes.
The General!
The Fox!
Looks like this mission's objective has changed.
[EXPLOSIONS]
That's the way we would have done it in my day.
Destroy the evidence.
Save the top brass at any cost.
But this is a new era.
The sissy days, when soldiers like me aren't given the big
guns, or a viable exit strategy, apparently.
But I won't give in to the hiney lovers of this world.
I'm still willing to do whatever it takes to keep this
country safe.
[FLUSH]
Whatever it takes.