Just don't bring up Sinter Klass and Black Pete.
Posted on 12/21/2006 5:32:54 PM PST by LibWhacker
A once great nation seeks further into decadence and irrelevance. The European story writ small in a corner of Europe that resisted the rot longer than most. But the rot is here now. With a vengeance. Their film, their art, their social mores reveal sensibilities abhorrent to the wholesome imagination. On the plus side, they are not having children and will die out altogether early in the next century. Spain will be one of Islam's first conquests in Europe. Incredibly, it might be an improvement.
Well, anybody who speaks Spanish or Portuguese probably already knows about it and is not clutching their head in horror.
"During the holiday season, pastry shops around Catalonia sell sweets shaped like feces, and on Christmas Eve Catalan children beat a hollow log, called the tio, packed with holiday gifts, singing a song that urges it to defecate presents out the other end. "
You just CAN'T make this stuff up. The appeal of this particular "tradition" completely escapes me.
Senor Hanky?
The Phantom ****ter was also working his magic back in '75-'78 in the woods of West Germany. I, opps, I mean he, was not going to dig a latrine after a jump and set-up at 3 A.M.
Someone over at Fark called it 'Feces Navidad'.
Just don't bring up Sinter Klass and Black Pete.
"Ha! We just had a Phantom on board my ship over Thanksgiving. He struck the cargo office, leaving his mark in the bucket for coffee grounds."
What a tragedy!
When I was an airman, the ****ter made a strategic assault on the Waist Catapult Officer's coffee mug that had been formally declared "Gear Adrift" by the Waist Catapult Chief, whose maritime authority in such matters is unchallenged ind indiputable.
The offending vessel bore a gaudy civilian sticker reading "STP" which the highly emotional and usually careless J.O. defined as "perfectly representative of his social and mangagerial lubrication prowess", (but which the Catapult Maintenance Officer, a CWO-4 whose word on such matters is also indisputable, defined as meaning "Squats To Pi$$").
The ****ter not only carried out a successful low-level penetration into the immediate viscinity of the target, he was able to properly use his internal navigation and targeting skills to score a direct hit with ordnance of maximum size.
In order to upgrade the delivery to the highest techcnical standards and provide a time-delay component to the ordnance, the incoming (or outgoing, depending on one's perspective...) round (and the offending mug) were encased entirely in multiple layers of plaster bandage, (the mis-appropriation of which from the ship's Medical Stores being a separate but no-less serious matter...) and sculpted to resemble an oversize mug.
An oversized plastic stick-on copy of the offender's favorite "STP" logo was attached and the completed time delay fusing of the Organic IED was complete. The ****ter, (or possibly one of his co-conspirators), delivered the now fully armed round on the Officer's desk, and completed a successful egress of the target area.
Because of the skill in planning of the successful attack, the mission profile resulted in complete annihilation of the target alone, and because of the precise delivery there was no collateral damage, no civilian casualties, and no animals harmed in the execution of the mission.
The complete details of the involvement of the ship's Medical Leading Chief remain a mystery. The entire Operation was officially frowned upon by the Air Officer, (but rumored to be applauded in private, the Boss being an Attack Pilot and appreciating the finer points of the targeting problem as well as nursing a simmering scorn for the JO, a "Guy In Back" from an F-14 RAG...) and resulted in the now appropriately Publically Pentinent Waist Catapult Crew earning the formal verbal reprimand of "Get a haircut!!" from the Air Department Leading Chief....
Your post made me laugh out loud!!!!
It is more of a reflection of the region of Spain known as Catalonia (Cataluña), which includes leftist Barcelona.
Too much time in boats and not enough out in the mud with a rifle is my diagnosis.
Semper Fi, and thanks for the belly laugh.
L
Three words: Too Much Liberty
Happy New Year Shipmate!
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