(Bubba went off an left this, so Daniels had to post it)
Hey, soldier! You! McChrystal! Snap to thair, boy. Did I hear a smart remark outta you? Drop down air an gimme a dozen. Then report t’the office! On the double!
Ain’t this a shame? The genral’s constitutional rights are bein’ violated! Y’mean a man cain’t have a little fun talkin’ bout his boss in Rollin Stone? We’re in dismal times, fokes. Losin’ our freedoms right an left. When it gits so ye cain’t do a li’l jocular criticizin uv y’boss, we’re in deep dung, ain’t we?
On t’the Supreme Court, Genral. If ‘ey can make it so its illegal t’ give a little help t’terrorists, like ‘ey did jist the other day, shorely they can hep out a 4-star genral at jist wants t’poke a li’l fun now an then.
But we’ll jist hafta have a little understandin’ f’DaddyO here, fokes. Thangs jist ain’t workin’ well fer’im lately. His speeches don’t seem t’be workin’ any more, an now this frum one a’his Genrals. First he speaks, the oily water don’t part an the gushin don’t stop, an now his troupmaster’s bein’ disrespectful. An t’cap at off, I hear that First Dog Bo peed in public the other day. Oh the indignity!
Oh, the indignity indeed! Our own American President may soon be wearin’ suits made in India! Hart Schaffner Marx and Hickey Freeman, the high class suits of the luxury ready-made set – the ones so loved by DaddyO – are jist costin too much t’make in Illinois, so this Indian cumpny has bought’em out. No, not Illinois, Junior! The suit cumpny!
Ain’t we all su’prised at they’re makin them suits over thair in India f’75 bucks so Sacs can sell’em f’500? 500? Y’mean Sacs is sellin’ a suit fer a paltry 500 bucks? I shore don’t frequent the place, bu’tat IS whut the New York Post says. We knowed times wuz a little down, but a suit fer 500 bucks in Sacs? In New York City?! Made fer 75 bucks? An them’s the suits the President wears? Say it ain’t so!
Oh, an leave us not fergit. Ebm one uv the president’s fedral judges is disobeyin’im. Ruled aginst his oil drillin’ ban! Right thair in New Orleans. Now how could such a thing happen? The ban is only gonna put 90-some thousand people outta work. An’ don’tay deserve a rest after all at trouble ‘ey’re havin with at Gulf Gusher version a’ Old Faithful? At thang some people call a oil spill? Whut’s wrong with at judge? ‘Course DaddyO’s gonna show him. Appeal Appeal! We cain’t have no judge interferin with the President’s stuff! Call him on at carpet righ’tair with the genral!
Whut’s at? They ain’t gon’ appeal? Jist issue a new order? Well now at’s smart. Y’know them judges an justices jist stick up fer one another. An Obama’s orders rule.
We all know a judge cain’t enforce whu’tay rule. Takes a cop t’do that. An the fedral cops work f’the president. You histry students – if they’s any left – will remember whut another Genral said after he got t’be president. Talkin’ bout Andrew Jackson, the hero of New Orleans. When the Supreme Court told’im he couldn’ chase the Cherokee Indians outta Carolina, where they’d discovered gold, an make’em walk t’Oklahoma, he jist said lesssee the court enforce at rulin.’ Guess who walked t’ Oklahoma?
Giv’im a li’l time, fokes. DaddyO’s learnin.’ Won’t be long fore everbody’s sayin, “Yes, DaddyO. DaddyO rules!”
Like at ole boy Thomas Paine said back air before we all smartened up, “Government, even in its best state, is but a necessary evil” –The Rights of Man (1792)
