Better Late Than Never
‘Puter’s been busy today working.
Also, he’s been busy pulling a 1/4 inch bolt out of his passenger side rear tire, but that’s another whole story. But thanks, dipstick, for thoughtfully leaving the washer on the bolt as it bounced out of the back of your pickup.
‘Puter has the following quick thoughts on America’s targeted killing of Osama bin Laden.
1. Good for President Obama. However many other things ‘Puter knows the President is wrong on, the President got this one right. When the time came, President Obama ordered military and intelligence assets to kill Osama bin Laden.
2. We have finally bid good riddance to the notion that Pakistan is in any meaningful way an ally. It is not. At best, Pakistan knowingly harbors terrorists, perhaps with governmental support. At worst, it is actively at war with the United States. Some ally.
3. Rather than having periodic police actions, such as Libya and Kosovo, the United States should announce that it no longer rules out targeted killings as a military option.
‘Puter will likely have more to offer as time goes on, but he’s working, and has a flat tire to deal with.
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.