February 25, 2006

CIVIL DEFENSE

That's what we had in the olden days. Remember? Most of you will not. They were the old guys in the helmets. Hard hats. We don't see them anymore. I swear, it was hunker and drill in the old times. The commies were coming. And, sad fact, they were!

I miss the Civil Defense Days: bomb shelters in libraries, duck and cover drills. Even Democrats knew a fucking enemy then. That is all old school now. Thee who would slit your throat are an oppressed minority now, whose voice must be heard.

I say fuck all. Christianity is barely tolerable. Islam is for goats and dogs. I generally lay off the Jews, because they always get screwed. Fuckers can plump a kosher hot dog, though. Salut!

I think we should round up some Islamists, and cook them on spits. Declare the entire religion like Jim Jones's Peoples' Temple. Dogshit on the heel of a civilized man's boot. Just fucking outlaw it. Religion, as a rule, sucks anyway. They all do. And they get tax free status. Another reason to screw these fucks.

Back to Civil Defense: I wish I had an old CD helmet. I could score large on Ebay.

Posted by Velociman at February 25, 2006 2:11 AM
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I was in elementary school when they stopped requiring civil defense drills a few times a year. Coincided with Jimmah, inshallah. Surprise, surprise.

A pity, because we all enjoyed duck-and-cover drills. Yes, kids, in the event those Red Commie bastards drop the big nuke on Atlanta, just you hop under your tiny little wooden desks and cover your heads. That'll help protect you while the building melts.

Yeah, everbody got a kick out of CD drills.

Posted by: kelley at February 25, 2006 9:31 PM

hey, I think I read the original Duck and COver guy died very recently.

Posted by: og at February 26, 2006 12:26 AM

I remember those days, When I was in school, every month you had a air raid, get under your desks. We use to have to leave school and walk to the train station on West Board Street.

Posted by: Catfish at February 26, 2006 2:49 AM

I still do a duck and cover drill every week. I scream in panic and climb under my desk. I cannot get my coworkers to cooperate. When the Commies drop the big one -- me and the cockroaches -- we will be here, fighting off Arnold and his robot friends sent back in time to destroy me...

Posted by: Hoosierboy at February 26, 2006 8:17 AM

You wanna sell Helmet CDs on ebay? Do you think they would go for big money? Looks like there are plenty of copies of Meantime available there already.

;-)

Posted by: Rich at February 26, 2006 1:16 PM

I was riding my bike home one day after having just watched that duck and cover movie. Some asshole college kid had removed his mirror from his cabinet in his dorm room, and he flashed me with it. I knew I was fucked. I threw myself into the gutter and pulled my bike over myself, like the movie said to, and I heard the sonofabitch laughing himself into a shit-fit. Fucker made me tear my school pants, and bend my bike.

Posted by: Bane at February 27, 2006 1:18 PM

Back in the '60s my parents had a bomb shelter underground in our back yard. It was cool to hang out in and smoke weed when my parents would go away for the weekend. We had some hellacool bomb shelter parties. Anybody remember the old civil defense alarms going off at noon? They didn't do it all the time. I think they tested it once a month or so.

Posted by: assrot at February 27, 2006 6:04 PM

Instead of making the religions pay taxes, why not do away with income tax?
I know, makes too much sense:
Fuckin politicians'd never go for it!

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