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Helicopter Rides: A Time for Choosing

by Vanderleun on July 23, 2020

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ghostsniper July 23, 2020, 2:37 PM

Why waste money with flight?
Some stout rope, a sturdy trailer hitch, a vacant road.
I bet my ride can drag at least 8 of em at a time.
That works out to about 512 per day, and I’m willing to work overtime.
A month of 18 hour days, non-stop, oughta put a dent in the problem.

Course, if you used a Chinook with the tailgate you could prolly cram about 50 in there at the same time, then take em out about 50 miles and let em go, no clean up. A 48 volt cattle prod will help em find the exit ramp.

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captflee July 23, 2020, 7:00 PM

It would appear that the mob has claimed another pelt. Local media reporting Prof. Mike Adams, who was to resign from UNC-W on Aug 1st and receive a half million for doing so, has been found dead in his house.

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Callmelennie July 24, 2020, 2:53 PM

You know I spoke a lot of Marx
Oh Lord, I taught about Engels
But I never said nothing
But how Guevarra would kill
You know I seen a lot of helos flying round
Drop comrades thru the skies
Aaah, but Pinochey dont cate if they lived
Or if they died

Goddamn, Uh huh, Pinochet
I said God famn, God damn Pinochet man

You know Guevarra .. Guevarra is a man
With a love of Castro in his head
Aaah but Pinochet is a Nazi
Oh Lord, he’s not a Gramscian man
Guevarra! …. on a poster
Will sell you a Marxist pipe dream
Aah, but Pinochet will set up a junta
Oh Lord, he’ll put your Commie ass in sling

God damn, uh huh, Pinochet
I said God damn, G-D DAMN
The Pinochet man

(Cue sound of another “Magic Helo Ride” chopper taking off)

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