Why do I want to be your president? Because goddamn it, I've earned it. Hell, I was an admiral's son, I didn't have to go to goddamn Vietnam, get shot down and deal with all those goddamn sadistic gook prison guards. No, I went because my prick of a father and his asshole of a father were goddamn admirals, for Christ's sake, and I had no choice but to pay off the poker bet I made with them and join the goddamn Navy. And after five years of eating goddamn rats and getting poked up the ass with hot bamboo sticks, then I gotta return to the states to a limping gimp of a wife who got herself fucked up in a car accident and got all fat on me? The cunt ended up with an ass on her the width of a Volkswagen, and after all I'd been through at the Hanoi Hilton, I was expected to come home and fuck that fat cunt? Hell, no! Then I met Cindy, who was hotter'n a two dollar pistol and her dad owned a beer factory. Why did I dump my fat ass first wife and get with Cindy? Bec...
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You know that last USAF screw up with the nukes that flew from Minot ND to Louisiana? Not only did they accidentally arm them, but they left them sitting on the tarmac unsecured for several hours upon arrival, and the news of this didn't get out for about 18 months afterward. Talk to anyone who spent enough time in the Navy or Air Force and they'll likely have some good close-call stories like these.
Yeah, the USAF, almost doing the t*rr*sts work for them. Shrub should force himself and Shotgun Boy to resign as well.