Oh no! The Red State Strike Force! I’m quaking in my boots, someone get me some clean underwear, whatever will we–oh, I just can’t keep this up.
Some people make it their goal to place themselves beyond parody. If you know anyone like this, point that person to Erick Erickson at Red State–he will show that person the way. I swear to god, I am not making this up.
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Oh? An army, huh? Well, you know, there’s areal army that actually needs volunteers these days, you chickenhawk manatee-looking wads of fuck. Really, and I know other people have tried, you can’t even mock this idea. It’s so mind-numbingly stupid and egotistical that it defies parody. All you can do is tell people about it and let them laugh/shake their heads in disbelief.
I’m sure they’ll all shout “Wolverines!” every time they go on a raid. And by “go on a raid” I mean “go to the kitchen and eat all the Mallomars right out of the box while standing in front of the counter wearing a Chee-to-stained terrycloth robe.” But that’s too long for a slogan. You need something pithy for that. Something like “I just can’t keep this up.”