It all started when the geriatric president went to pay his respects at the German cemetery. Well, it started long before that, but you’ve got to begin somewhere and that’s as bad a place as any. These kinds of things usually have an insidious onslaught. It actually began at the end of the war when they recruited Nazis to form the Special Forces to fight the “communist menace”. That ‘fighting soldiers form the sky’ crap came later when their descendants were committing genocide in Vietnam. Like father, like son. But back to Bitburg. You have to remember that before the blathering idiot became president he was an actor, and a damn bad one. So when the Holocaust survivor pleaded with him not to go, he managed to muster a plaintive expression. It was almost convincing, but you could see Death Valley Days creeping through. So he went to the cemetery and played hide-and-seek with SS ghosts. But the little bastards were more wily than he ever imagined. They were swirling all around him like gnats, and even the Secret Service goons couldn’t swat them away. They followed the president back to the Sheraton and then up the plank to Air Force One. Wave bye-bye, Ron. There was turbulence all the way back home. And that friggin’ airplane had no left wing, so they made an emergency landing in Michigan and the rest is history.
