Pants-Pissingly Funny
Glenn Reynolds links to a blog entry by a reporter named Bobby Calvan who’s currently in Iraq writing for the McClatchy Newspaper people. In his blog post, Calvan describes a recent experience he had at a checkpoint trying to get back into the Green Zone in Baghdad —but he comes off so incredibly arrogant that he is either the most gifted parodist I’ve read all year or the dumbest libtard stumpfuck to ever write from a war zone:
The American soldier assigned by the U.S. military to oversee this particular checkpoint came over to investigate the problem.
He asked if I had a driver’s license on me. I told him I didn’t have one. He looked incredulous. Why would I need a driver’s license in Baghdad; I wouldn’t be driving, I told him.
He took offense at my response.
Then he looked at the second ID of my companion. It was a badge issued by our newspaper. He said it wouldn’t do. Besides, he asked, what is Knight Ridder?
“I never heard of it,” he said. He probably would have never heard of McClatchy, either. (We use Knight Ridder because it already had a bureau in Baghdad before the chain was bought by the McClatchy Co.)
The funniest part, though, is the comment thread. This poor bastard just gets eviscerated. I was actually in tears I was laughing so hard as the hyperbole and righteous anger just piled up.
UPDATE: Oh, okay. Now Calvan’s cut the end of his post off and is waving the white flag. Too late, hippie: we done got you in the cache. Ha, ha! Go read the comments, anyway. They are a work of art. Like the dude from the Hell’s Angels in Gimme Shelter explaining why he and his boys had to beat the shit out of the people for messing with their bikes at Altamont.
