World's Longest Bouncy, Just To Say A DUmmy Hates Robert McNamara

[GOBUCKS]

Tangerine LaBamba  (1000+ posts)      Mon Jul-06-09 08:22 PM
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An old man died in his sleep last night. Ninety-three years old, he made all the newspapers, all over the world. He lived to that fine old age in comfort and ease, with children and grandchildren, maybe even great-grandchildren. I don’t know. I didn’t read any of his obituaries. I don’t care what he had.

I only know that he had what Bobby never had.

Bobby and I grew up together, joined together by the fact that our mothers worked side-by-side at a dress factory. We weren’t rich, not at all, but we lived in a place where we were safe and we could go anywhere, play in the high hills surrounding our little town, romp in the parks that bracketed the place, walk unafraid on any of the streets, even after dark.

We learned to smoke cigarettes together, cadging Chesterfields and Pall Malls from any open pocketbook my aunts happened to leave within our reach. We lifted a couple of smokes and took off for the Injun Rock, an old concrete foundation on the west end of town, not far from our houses, but up in the hills, where no one could see us. We learned to hunker over to shield the matches as we lit up our newfound treasures.

Blah...blah...blah...blah..etc.

He wore a black leather motorcycle jacket, although he didn’t ride a motorcycle. Jeans and a t-shirt and motorcycle boots. He had the “hood” look down cold, although he was anything but.

He found me one day and said we had to talk. We went for a ride in his car, AM radio playing the songs we loved, and then we parked in a pull-out that overlooked our town. He told me that he’d done it the night before. He didn’t say it with any braggadocio – it was just a flat statement.

I was surprised at my jealousy, but then I realized, This is Bobby. And I snapped out of it. When I asked who the girl was, he told me, and there was some relief for me, because she was a girl who went to the Catholic high school in our town – not one of my girlfriends.

Whew.

But, he felt awful about it. He wondered if she’d gotten pregnant and did he have to marry her. I knew as little about it as he did, my own virginity preciously defended against my frustrated college boyfriend, and I told him that I knew about a doctor in a nearby town who could take care of it.

....blah...blah...blah....endless blah

We talked about his being shipped overseas. He was infantry, he told me, but that didn’t mean much to me. He said he was ready to go He said he liked the Army, and he thought he might re-enlist when his tour was over. He could imagine making it his career, he said.

I still didn’t know what I wanted to be, but I knew wife and mother was in my future. That was about all I could see. I told Bobby I wanted him to be godfather to my first baby, and he smiled at that. He said he’d be honored, and we were very serious about that, because, you see, we were grownups.

When my Mom called me that sunny Spring day and told me Bobby was dead, I didn’t quite understand. He had been sent to a country we’d read about in Geography class in eighth grade, but I hadn’t really paid much attention to it. Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia – they were all lumped together. And Bobby had died in Vietnam.

More blah....blah...blah...

When a friend told me this morning that McNamara had died, my first thought was, “Good. He won’t kill any more young men any more.” An irrational thought, for he was gone, so was the Vietnam War, for so long. But, for some of us, it never went on, we never got older, nothing ever changed, I am still looking down at Bobby’s hands in those black gloves, and tonight I am thinking of my oldest best friend who never got to be old, who is forever young, forever twenty years old, and I am glad that McNamara is finally dead.

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A bouncy from the first fictional word, through paragraph after paragraph after paragraph, droning on and on endlessly, in a melodramatic Pittian style, all to get to the point of expressing hatred for Robert McNamara and the U.S. military.

As with all bouncies, the DUmmies eat it up.

greenbriar  (1000+ posts)      Mon Jul-06-09 08:43 PM
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20. that was awesome
thank you

 

[AllosaursRus]

greenbriar  (1000+ posts)      Mon Jul-06-09 08:43 PM
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20. that was awesome
thank you

That was Bull Shit,
**** You!

[dandi]

“Good. He won’t kill any more young men any more.”

Has anyone ever seen a DUer blame the actual killer for ending the life of any of our soldiers, sailors, airmen or Marines?

The reason I ask is, I've been observing them off and on now for nigh on six years, and not once in that time have I seen one of them point a finger at the individual or individuals directly responsible.

Not. Once.

I've seen plenty of excuses, rationalizations, even support for those persons during the extremely rare times they're even mentioned, but I've never read a line of text on DU that states, "the insurgents killed the soldiers with an IED", or, "the Marine died at the hand of an enemy sniper", or anything of the like that even acknowledges that the death was brought about by a foreign enemy.

It's always "Bush" or "Cheney" or "Rove" or "our foreign policy" or "chickens coming home to roost" that killed them, as if the person behind the trigger or switch never even existed.

It goes the same for innocent Iraqis dying at the hands of insurgent thugs. It was Bush, Cheney, Rove, etc., etc.

When some insurgents die, however, it's "Iraqis murdered by our military." Strange, that.

I've just always found it an exceedingly odd phenomenon, their seeming inability to blame anyone except their own countrymen for our troops' deaths, or for that matter to even recognize that we have foes whose intentions are impure.

Anyone?

[thundley4]

Has anyone ever seen a DUer blame the actual killer for ending the life of any of our soldiers, sailors, airmen or Marines?

The reason I ask is, I've been observing them off and on now for nigh on six years, and not once in that time have I seen one of them point a finger at the individual or individuals directly responsible.

Not. Once.

I've seen plenty of excuses, rationalizations, even support for those persons during the extremely rare times they're even mentioned, but I've never read a line of text on DU that states, "the insurgents killed the soldiers with an IED", or, "the Marine died at the hand of an enemy sniper", or anything of the like that even acknowledges that the death was brought about by a foreign enemy.

It's always "Bush" or "Cheney" or "Rove" or "our foreign policy" or "chickens coming home to roost" that killed them, as if the person behind the trigger or switch never even existed.

It goes the same for innocent Iraqis dying at the hands of insurgent thugs. It was Bush, Cheney, Rove, etc., etc.

When some insurgents die, however, it's "Iraqis murdered by our military." Strange, that.

I've just always found it an exceedingly odd phenomenon, their seeming inability to blame anyone except their own countrymen for our troops' deaths, or for that matter to even recognize that we have foes whose intentions are impure.

Anyone?

We're not hearing them blame 0bama for the deaths of soldiers or civilians in Afghanistan and Pakistan yet.

[Homecreek]

She is trying to become a screen writer...  NOT!!  That post has more chiches per inch than all the grade c movies combined!   

[franksolich]

An old man died in his sleep last night. Ninety-three years old, he made all the newspapers, all over the world. He lived to that fine old age in comfort and ease, with children and grandchildren, maybe even great-grandchildren. I don’t know. I didn’t read any of his obituaries. I don’t care what he had.

Does that remind anybody of Walter Cronkite there?

[JohnnyReb]

You know something, "Cap and Trade" will cause the electric companies to have disconnect switches almost that good.
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Just thought I'd practice my "DUmmie change the subject" abilities.....not good yet.

[The Village Idiot]

Does that remind anybody of Walter Cronkite there?

Notice they blame McNamara. Not the Democrat-run Congress that voted to do to war, not the Democrat Presidents that sent the boys to war.

[JohnnyReb]

Notice they blame McNamara. Not the Democrat-run Congress that voted to do to war, not the Democrat Presidents that sent the boys to war.

...or the DUmocrat congress that cut off the funds for war.

[franksolich]

Notice they blame McNamara. Not the Democrat-run Congress that voted to do to war, not the Democrat Presidents that sent the boys to war.

Or.....gasp.....dare I say it?

John and Robert Kennedy.

There's a book, A Death in November (Ellen Hammer, 1987, Dutton), in which is described the conduct of various people, including of course the then-president of the United States and the then-attorney general, who was more culpable than his older brother.

The president of Vietnam, Ngo Dinh Diem, and his older brother, an adviser, Ngo Dinh Nhu, were actually getting somewhat discombulated by the increasing American presence in Vietnam, in both the war and communications with the bloodthirsty socialists in the north.

Diem made overtures to the north, which were quashed, specifically by Robert Kennedy.  The president himself seemed indecisive, other than having a vague notion that if America was involved, America should be involved to a successful conclusion.

Robert Kennedy wanted to make it America's war, directed, operated, and manned by Americans.  The then-attorney general really despised the Ngo brothers, on both a political and a personal basis, and didn't want them running this war.

Robert Kennedy won in the end; as things got more and more uncomfortable between Washington and Saigon, the Ngo brothers were ousted and shot in a coup, and pliable Vietnamese generals began running the war the way Americans, specifically Robert Kennedy, wanted it run.

The other Robert, Robert McNamara, was just a paper-pusher; if the Rita Hayworth primitive wishes to blame anybody for the death of her decades-ago infatuation, she needs to blame Robert Kennedy, and to a lesser extent, John Kennedy.

But no, the primitives won't do this; when the facts go against what they "believe," the facts lose.

[The Village Idiot]

yep, happens everytime

[miskie]

I'm surprised nobody nailed her for 'Injun Rock' -- a concrete foundation ? So obviously RACIST!! 

[Karin]

She also had to do a little shout-out for abortion, apropos of nothing. 

[USA4ME]

Tangerine LaBamba

... we never got older...

That goes without saying.

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[diesel driver]

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I knew as little about it as he did, my own virginity preciously defended against my frustrated college boyfriend, and I told him that I knew about a doctor in a nearby town who could take care of it.

2 questions come to mind:
1.  Why didn't "Robert" choose to boink a "Catholic girl" instead of this primitive?  and,
2.  Why would a "virgin" need or even have knowledge of a doctor that "could take care of it" ?

My answers would be:
1.  She was no virgin and was probably "doing the horizontal mambo" with everything that could walk upright and not drag its knuckles, to the point that "Robert" wouldn't boink her even if he used "someone else's dick".  and,
2.  She knew about the doctor in another town that "could take care if it" because he "took care of it" for her on numerous occasions....

[franksolich]

2 questions come to mind:
1.  Why didn't "Robert" choose to boink a "Catholic girl" instead of this primitive?  and,
2.  Why would a "virgin" need or even have knowledge of a doctor that "could take care of it" ?

My answers would be:
1.  She was no virgin and was probably "doing the horizontal mambo" with everything that could walk upright and not drag its knuckles, to the point that "Robert" wouldn't boink her even if he used "someone else's dick".  and,
2.  She knew about the doctor in another town that "could take care if it" because he "took care of it" for her on numerous occasions....

A lot more than two questions come to mind.

The Rita Hayworth primitive is fantasizing a great deal in this, obviously.

[diesel driver]

A lot more than two questions come to mind.

The Rita Hayworth primitive is fantasizing a great deal in this, obviously.

You got that right.  Those were the most glaring to me, but then again, I only read until my mind went numb and my eyes glazed over....  (Used to take about 25 seconds, but my tolerance has increased to about 40 seconds)

[franksolich]

You got that right.  Those were the most glaring to me, but then again, I only read until my mind went numb and my eyes glazed over....  (Used to take about 25 seconds, but my tolerance has increased to about 40 seconds).

It can depreciate the eyeballs, can't it?

In real life, there's always loose ends, unanswered questions, awkward twists and turns, unanticpated consequences, and inconsistencies.

That's real life.

I give you my descriptions of the William Rivers Pitt as an example.  They accurately reflect what's going on, showing all sorts of curious twists and turns, glaring inconsistencies, unsolved mysteries, whatnot.

Nothing is neat and packaged and complete, in those descriptions of the William Rivers Pitt.....because nothing is neat and packaged and complete in real life.

When a primitive tells a story, if it's too-too neat, in order, and all there, it's a fable, not real life, because real life resembles that about as much as I resemble one of the primitives.