Saturday, June 27, 2009
Follow-up time...
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Scary, how quiet it's been around here at Secret Attack Squirrels' Global Head Quarters ever since we hauled Sas back from the fish pond---still stunned senseless from colliding with the side of that house next door. At first we were a huddled, silent mass of concern for the odds for his survival...betting was running 20 to 1 against when he suddenly shocked us all by suddenly regaining consciousness and asking for a tall bourbon..."neat, please"; then it was our concern over his sudden, generally-deemed unhealthy interest in revisiting the Potato Canon Rapid Deployment Squirrel Launcher (PC RDSL) question. Someone suggested that he take a little break by taking a little glide around the tree trunk and "unwind" a little. Well it turns out, Sas's flattened face had an unanticipated effect on his aerodynamics and instead of sweeping in a gentle arch around to the left he flew headlong right into Mr. Brown's Freightliner conventional semi-trailer tractor/trailer long-haul combination rig. However, there's been an upside:
Owing to his much lower velocity (compared to hitting Mrs. White's house just a few feet from leaving the PC RDSL tube) Sas was able to partially complete an evasive maneuver to the right just before striking the sleeper on Mr. Brown's truck, passenger side, and this glancing blow seemed to have straightened out his face...somewhat. And then, running to his rescue, Black Jack Brisco performed a small miracle by rapidly twirling Sas around by the tail at a blurring RPM---the resultant centrifugal forces causing his face to return to normal (almost). Black Jack has been awarded the prestigious "SAS Quick-Thinking While Under Extreme Duress" award for his quick thinking while under extreme duress: BJ never would've got 'er done had he waited till Sas came to again.
Meanwhile, all the MSM hoopla over Whacko Jacko's sudden demise is rapidly subsiding and, we can only hope, continue to subside...at least until it's restoked when Congress (presumably) will pass a Bill honoring that sick whacko and then, not to be outdone, Boobama will posthumously place a Presidential Medal of Honor on the casket just before it's paraded through the Cad-infested streets of L.A. on the roof of a stretched Hummer...probably a white one.
Finally, THIS JUST IN:
Secret Attack Squirrel has just convened and emergency SAS SSS (Super-Secret Session) and they are now in session, the question on the floor being, "What can we do about Boobama asserting his unconstitutional 'right' to indefinitely detain anyone he chooses, forever & ever if he so chooses, without any of the legal rights to legal recourse guaranteed by the Constitution of the USA. [Editor's note: we are not optimistic than anything can be done and in any case, we're downright certain that nothing will be done, since we are no longer a Nation of Laws.]
Crying at 11:00
Scary, how quiet it's been around here at Secret Attack Squirrels' Global Head Quarters ever since we hauled Sas back from the fish pond---still stunned senseless from colliding with the side of that house next door. At first we were a huddled, silent mass of concern for the odds for his survival...betting was running 20 to 1 against when he suddenly shocked us all by suddenly regaining consciousness and asking for a tall bourbon..."neat, please"; then it was our concern over his sudden, generally-deemed unhealthy interest in revisiting the Potato Canon Rapid Deployment Squirrel Launcher (PC RDSL) question. Someone suggested that he take a little break by taking a little glide around the tree trunk and "unwind" a little. Well it turns out, Sas's flattened face had an unanticipated effect on his aerodynamics and instead of sweeping in a gentle arch around to the left he flew headlong right into Mr. Brown's Freightliner conventional semi-trailer tractor/trailer long-haul combination rig. However, there's been an upside:
Owing to his much lower velocity (compared to hitting Mrs. White's house just a few feet from leaving the PC RDSL tube) Sas was able to partially complete an evasive maneuver to the right just before striking the sleeper on Mr. Brown's truck, passenger side, and this glancing blow seemed to have straightened out his face...somewhat. And then, running to his rescue, Black Jack Brisco performed a small miracle by rapidly twirling Sas around by the tail at a blurring RPM---the resultant centrifugal forces causing his face to return to normal (almost). Black Jack has been awarded the prestigious "SAS Quick-Thinking While Under Extreme Duress" award for his quick thinking while under extreme duress: BJ never would've got 'er done had he waited till Sas came to again.
Meanwhile, all the MSM hoopla over Whacko Jacko's sudden demise is rapidly subsiding and, we can only hope, continue to subside...at least until it's restoked when Congress (presumably) will pass a Bill honoring that sick whacko and then, not to be outdone, Boobama will posthumously place a Presidential Medal of Honor on the casket just before it's paraded through the Cad-infested streets of L.A. on the roof of a stretched Hummer...probably a white one.
Finally, THIS JUST IN:
Secret Attack Squirrel has just convened and emergency SAS SSS (Super-Secret Session) and they are now in session, the question on the floor being, "What can we do about Boobama asserting his unconstitutional 'right' to indefinitely detain anyone he chooses, forever & ever if he so chooses, without any of the legal rights to legal recourse guaranteed by the Constitution of the USA. [Editor's note: we are not optimistic than anything can be done and in any case, we're downright certain that nothing will be done, since we are no longer a Nation of Laws.]
Crying at 11:00
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