Well, after six LebowskiFests in LA twice, NYC, Chicago, Austin, and Louisville, three Best Walter trophies, one Best Group Costume trophy*, I may be prejudiced, but FUCK YEAH; the bestest ever!
* "'Course, I can't say I seen London, and I never been to France, and I ain't never seen no queen in her damn undies as the fella says."
Well, 7 hours later and now I guess I gotta step up to the plate and take a swing because nobody else had the cojones to say who you obviously had in mind.
Walter Sobchak, who said "Say what you will about the tenets of National Socialism; at least it was an ethos."
Check out the book. It's best read in small doses. You get numb to the sheer numbers of documented village massacres and gang rapes committed by US troops after a while. All green-lighted from the top of the US military food chain.
Jim Webb. Poster boy for PTSD. He'll show up next debate, bare chested, camo paint on his face, sweat band bandana on his head, bowie knife strapped to his hip, saying "They drew first blood, not me." They will give him his time.
Well, after six LebowskiFests in LA twice, NYC, Chicago, Austin, and Louisville, three Best Walter trophies, one Best Group Costume trophy*, I may be prejudiced, but FUCK YEAH; the bestest ever!
* "'Course, I can't say I seen London, and I never been to France, and I ain't never seen no queen in her damn undies as the fella says."
Well, 7 hours later and now I guess I gotta step up to the plate and take a swing because nobody else had the cojones to say who you obviously had in mind.
Walter Sobchak, who said "Say what you will about the tenets of National Socialism; at least it was an ethos."
These,
Webb's not a candidate. He's a delivery boy...sent by...grocery clerks...to pick up a bill. (throws Frederic Forrest's head to the ground)
Every time I try to sleep I hear those damned choppers ...
"The horror ... the HORROR!!!"
It's not a good sign to wonder if one of the candidates was going to harm himself later that night.
I die! Good stuff Zoom.
Whup whup whup...
Check out the book. It's best read in small doses. You get numb to the sheer numbers of documented village massacres and gang rapes committed by US troops after a while. All green-lighted from the top of the US military food chain.
Jim Webb. Poster boy for PTSD. He'll show up next debate, bare chested, camo paint on his face, sweat band bandana on his head, bowie knife strapped to his hip, saying "They drew first blood, not me." They will give him his time.
He scares me. I feel like at any moment he is going to collapse to the floor in a ball having a post Viet Nam flashback yelling "medic !!!"
Webb has no place else to go. He's PTSD crazy but the Redumblicans are schizo paranoid looney tunes all the screws are loose crazy.
AOTK
PTSD. Where being "in country" never ends.
Boxers, briefs, or a thong?
Although it's been over forty years since my tour in the big muddy-I don't think I served with anyone as crazy as this guy.