 Hey Poo-tin, you big Rooskie bear, here’s a taste of a good ol’ American knuckle sandwich with plenty o’ McCain mustard on it!
You got some larnin’ to do about the code of the west, fellah. You tangle with mah partner in Georgia, you gonna find yourself tanglin’ with me — me and mah buddy Randy Shoo . . . Shie . . . dagnabbit, ah can never say his name right! Anyway, he told me all about that place over there and how they’re the good guys and you’re the bad guys. And he should know, on account o’ he used to lobby for ’em.
So let this be a lesson, Poo-tin. You best watch your step in the future. Like we used to say in Vietnam, “Kill all the goo…” Dang, I gotta stop usin’ that word, it just keeps slippin’ out! We used to say something like, “Kill ’em all, Let God sort ’em out.” And I’m a good God fearin’ Christian man, so you better believe when I say God’ll sort ’em out, I know what I’m talkin’ about. |