Sneaking Weapons Past the Enemy

You know how James Bond has weapons disguised as common objects, like bazooka pens, so he can sneak his weapons past the enemy? Well, what if Obama is a big peacenik president who is like, “I don’t like weapons. Weapons are bad. No more weapons.” Then the military may need to hide weapons in common objects to sneak them past him.

MILITARY COMMANDER: These aren’t bazookas. They’re pens. We’re just making the military lots of pens.

OBAMA: I dunno. Something seems fishy here. What does the military needs with pens? I thought everyone in it was illiterate and that’s why they got stuck in Iraq.

MILITARY COMMANDER: No, that’s… Hey, look what I found! It’s a bucket that looks approximately the size of your head.

OBAMA: Interesting. Being a very smart person, I do have an intellectual curiosity about such things. Now, if I look at the radius for this bucket and remember the equation for the volume of a cylinder, then… Ahh! I got the bucket stuck on my head!

MILITARY COMMANDER: Quick! Arm up the military before he gets it off!

Yeah, that’s pretty much how I envisioned warfare would be like in the 21st century.

11 Comments

  1. LOL … can’t … breathe … bucket on the head … that one kills me every time.

    – They could have a “water balloon festival” or a “water balloon awareness session”, but use special double-secret off-budget military balloon technology and fill the balloons with Sodium and kerosene, or something similar.

    – Use regular guns but paint them pink, which will of course render them harmless.

    Yes, there are plenty of harmless-looking but thoroughly lethal items.

  2. MILITARY COMMANDER: Quick! Arm up the military before he gets it off!

    COLIN POWELL: (Secretary of Defense, Obama administration) Hey Commander! Knock if off! That’s racist. You’re fired!!

    OBAMA: Thank you, Colin. Everyone is trying that these days. We need to put a stop to it. It’s soooo embarrassing.

    COLIN POWELL: You’re welcome, Mr. President. Don’t worry. I’m black; you’re black. I’ll protect you. Stick with me.

    OBAMA: (Pushes secret button to enable hidden wet bar.) Wanna drink? (Makes himself a drink.)

    COLIN POWELL: No. No thank you, sir.

    OBAMA: Smoke? Crack? Weed? (Lights up and drags hard…)

    COLIN POWELL: Oh, no thank you sir. I have to set a good example for my department.

    OBAMA: How about a game of Wii? There’s a new one out called “We Were Soldiers In Iraq.” It’s got everything: helmets, M-4’s, vests, everything. (Pushes another button that turns a Wii game wall around, with game running.) Here’s your helmet and stuff.

    COLIN POWELL: Hey that looks like fun! Thanks! Reminds me of the first Iraq war! (Puts the helmet on). Wish you’d been there, Mr. President? (Obama doesn’t answer.)

    (The two play war games for a few minutes. Powell beats the pants off the President.)

    COLIN POWELL: I can’t get it off! Owie! My head!! It hurts! Get it off me. It’s stuck. Damn. Mr. President…

    (COLIN POWELL’s head is stuck in a helmet. The President laughs.)

    OBAMA: You’ve got a fat head, Mr. Secretary. Or should I address you as “General?” (Snorts.)

  3. Just in case you wouldn’t think someone from Idaho did not have a “sensitive side”, full of warm fuzzies that would appeal to the dwellers in blue states please consider the following verse. The format is in IDAHO HAIKU.

    When you fill out an Obama application they really just wand to know if you are a sensitive, caring, loving, giving, holding hands with the world child of the universe. Expressing yourself as such will instantly calm them and take away their fears.

    GUN HAIKU
    The gun is my friend.
    We go everywhere together
    It’s never angry

    Guns are warm, cozy
    They sleep with me, make me laugh
    Guns are warm or cold

    Sometimes they are blue
    Yet never sad always glad
    Comfort me with calm

    Guns are dependable
    They like breakfast, lunch, dinner
    Going places new

    Very loud mostly quiet
    They ask not, rarely complain
    Hating only cheap ammo

    The gun loves feedom
    Life, Liberty, HappIness
    Is all my gun wants

  4. In the words of a RINO:

    What? There’s nothing to see here. I’m just a rhino with bottle rockets on my back. I’m really not that mean. Weapons? No, no no…those are bottle rockets, not rocket launchers.

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