(Looking through a FLIR, whispering) "Oh man. This night fishin' is goooooooood."

I suppose we could start eating the commie-libs that started this nonsense. It runs in my family...

"The Legend of Alfred Packer" 1980 Western 1:32:57 (His first name was actually 'Alferd", revisionist history, I suppose)

It is a true story. That fella is my great, great, great, great, Uncle. History records that Uncle Al really chapped some judge's ass in Colorado or wherever. "Mr. Packer, do you know that you e't four out of the five Dimmycrats in Hinsdale County?"

I've got an old newspaper clipping stashed away somewhere in the remnants of the Definitive End Bar and Grill. I should look for that.

I haven't seen this movie in forever. It was probably a made-for-TV deal. I probably should turn it on when I retire to the bordello, but I'm gonna have a lot of night table reading, I think. If you wanna get in my head, here's your big chance.

I really went through the Tums today. Wading through Bidet's cesspit is hard. I might even start having to take TWO showers a week. Dirty job.

This is Cap'n Brandon signing off. God willing, I'll see y'all at the morning flight briefing tomorrow. It'd be nice if the commie-dims would put their stupid on hold so I could take a day off, but whatever, I get paid by the number of gallons of vitriol that I pump every day.

I'll let The Marine tuck y'all in...