Words of Advice:
"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne
“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- The TOFF *
"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown
“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie
"Thou Shalt Get Sidetracked by Bullshit, Every Goddamned Time." -- The Ghoul
"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad
"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown
"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers
"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown
"Eck!" -- George the Cat
* "TOFF" = Treasonous Orange Fat Fuck,
"FOFF" = Felonious Old Fat Fuck,
"COFF" = Convicted Old Felonious Fool,
A/K/A Commandante (or Cadet) Bone Spurs,
A/K/A El Caudillo de Mar-a-Lago, A/K/A the Asset,
A/K/A P01135809, A/K/A Dementia Donnie, A/K/A Felon^34,
A/K/A Dolt-45, A/K/A Don Snoreleone
2 comments:
Agreed! That was ugly...
Ah, what a paranoid era! Though my ex-wife was a mere little kid at the time, even she was touched – quite directly and impact fully, although she had no connection whatsoever to the Rosenbergs.
It happened the end of October, 1952. My ex, then 10 years old, was going back door to back door trick-or-treating with a friend who lived at 1185 Park Avenue in Manhattan, dressed as witches, and carrying shopping bags into which people could drop candy.
Seconds after they rang one door, it swung open. Men, pointing pistols at their faces, slammed them against a wall and began frisking them for – I dunno, commie weapons, or A-bombs, or enemy propaganda, or something.
The two girls burst into tears as they were interrogated. Remember, they're ten years old. Finally, they were made to state their home telephone numbers. Their parents were called and summoned to pick them up and assure the FBI that they would never, ever perform a subversive exercise like trick-or-treating again.
Turns out the apartment belonged to the judge in the Rosenberg trial, and this was his gov'mint security.
You can't make this shit up. I still feel sorry for my ex because of this, even despite the crap she pulled on me in divorce court.
Yours very crankily,
The New York Crank
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