After giving the best part of his life (In both senses.) to the American Army – suffering the slings and arrows, as well as the mosquitoes, camel shit and anal-retentive superiors whose assholes are so tight that, when they fart, only dogs can hear them, BrainRants® has discovered that the government bureaucracy values him as much and has the same level of loyalty as found in private industry.
A short time ago he received the highly prized little pink slip reading, “We are sorry, but your continued presence at this time is surplus to our ongoing requirements.”
In the beginning, he got to drive a tank, and blow shit up, but later found that he was required to throw his body in front of rampaging power-point presentations, injuring his shoulders, and pride.
The Government, in its soul-grinding way, is requiring him to locate and return every piece of crap they’ve issued him over almost a quarter of a century. Unless he’s a lot slyer than even I think he is, there is probably not an Abrams tank in his garage, next to the beer fridge.
I don’t feel it’s fair that he has to leave the five-sided game-show without at least a consolation prize. If any of you kind and computer-literate people want to start a GoFundMe or CrowdSourcing campaign, I will be happy to donate….a couple of ideas. I might also get around to returning a few beer bottles for refund.
My first thought was that we could get him one of these Radio Controlled Abrams tanks. He could sit out on his rebuilt back deck, with a Coors Lite in one hand, and the control in the other, raising Hell with the neighborhood squirrels, and any cats and/or dogs running at large.
Another idea would be to get him one of these darling ride-on Abrams. They’re $10 cheaper than the RC, but I’m afraid our boy is a bit bigger than the cute kid in the photo. We might have to purchase a matched pair, so that he could wear one on each foot, like roller-skates, to zip him to work on future commutes.
A local businessman runs a surplus store. He’s also into militaria. I don’t know how much profit there is in carpenters’ pencils, CD jewel cases or field mess kits, but there’s enough to buy him a plane. When I heard that he liked to get high….
He also bought, and parked in the front corner of his lot, a deceased tank. If we dug deep enough in our pockets and pocketbooks, we might raise enough cash to convince him to let it go to a good home. If Rants doesn’t have a covert Abrams in his garage, this might be the ideal DIY rebuilding project. We could FedEx it to him, a few parts at a time.
Remember, even if he eventually gets it up and running, and in operational condition, this is a Canadian tank. It’s only dangerous to SmartCars 😆
What do you say, people?? Let’s show him that we still love and respect him, even if he has mutated into a civilian!