On 2nd May, 2011, a patriot named Robert J. O'Neill was one of several members of the US special forces to rappel from a black hawk helicopter into a compound in Pakistan. Once inside, he valiantly porked his way through the entirety of Bin Laden's elite twink cohort, while president Obama, watching the camera feed from the war room, focused all of his mental energy on summoning up a glimmer of an erection. For his tenacity, O'Neill was awarded one Purple Heart for every boi-pussy he had slain in the line of duty. It took over four hours to pin the medals to his uniform. By the end of the ceremony, he resembled Iron Man.
Is Josh expecting too much of O'Neill, when he asks him to leave behind his catamites, and to instead devote his efforts towards bending the twink Hitler over the nearest counter top and fucking the dumb out of him?
Given the recent off-hand treatment of the US Military by a feckless and incompetent administration, I think that it is asking too much.
Many navy seals left the service in protest, following Biden's presidential decree that they would no longer be permitted to load their weapons with bullets that were modelled on their own penises; bullets that were mostly fashioned by hand, by craftsmen in the mid-west.
Under Biden, navy seals have been required to carry ammunition that is based on the “presidential hog”. Can you imagine being ordered to shoot an enemy of the United States dead with a likeness of another man's dick? It's un-American and an affront to the wishes of the Founding Fathers.
As I type these words, thousands of Biden Bullets are rattling off a production line somewhere in China. That's right: Unexpurgated schematics of the Presidential Dick were sent unencrypted to a factory that is probably owned and operated by the CCP. For the next two or three decades, American servicemen and women are likely to be shot at, and maybe even killed, by likenesses of Joe Biden's erect penis. If Kamala had wormed her way into the White House, those bullets would have been modelled on her clitoris, which would have entailed graduating to a larger calibre – one ill-suited to the kind of work that is carried out by navy seals.
There will be inmates on death row, with nothing to live for, who will happily gang-bang Fuentes in exchange for presidential pardons. Set them to the task. Leave the neo-Spartan, O'Neill to his harem of androgynous boy-toys and ignore the impotent screeching of the Karens.