The entire article is here, but the header is:
HAVANA (Reuters) - Philip Agee, a former CIA agent who exposed its undercover operations in Latin America in a 1975 book, died in Havana, the Cuban Communist Party newspaper Granma said on Wednesday.
His widow, German ballet dancer Giselle Roberge, told friends he had been in hospital since December 15 and did not survive surgery for perforated ulcers.
It's curious to me how this story is headlined:
Now, we all know that editors make up the headlines for the stories that the writers come up with. But this dude makes this Agee joker sound like some kind of great hero. Shoot...
Secondly, it's interesting that he died in a Cuban hospital...heck, I thought folks lived forever down there in Commie Paradise due to the world's greatest health care system (just ask that miserable slob Michael Moore...he knows).
I don't like it when folks die, but at least I didn't have to use up a Kleenex.
CIA WHISTLE-BLOWER PHILIP AGEE DIES IN CUBA
Now, we all know that editors make up the headlines for the stories that the writers come up with. But this dude makes this Agee joker sound like some kind of great hero. Shoot...
Secondly, it's interesting that he died in a Cuban hospital...heck, I thought folks lived forever down there in Commie Paradise due to the world's greatest health care system (just ask that miserable slob Michael Moore...he knows).
I don't like it when folks die, but at least I didn't have to use up a Kleenex.
When a dirtbag takes a dirt-nap, how does that work?
ReplyDeleteI'm gonna have to study on that one awhile...seems kinda poetic almost.
ReplyDeleteI think we may have something here. If we can work in a truck a dog and an unfaithful wife we have a country hit!
ReplyDeleteHey Walt, if you do the writing, I'll do the singing, and it'll be a hit for sure. But don't forget to put something in about either a roadhouse, or somebody's mother.
ReplyDeleteI were at the roadhouse with my mother in law
ReplyDeleteAnd my wife didn't know that her mom was so low
We was flirttin and playing kneesees while the pitcher of suds ran low
Then I heard me a wailin from the parkin lot it did come, oh so low
My dog was a yowlin howlin wailing, he was chained to my truck
Otherwise he would jump out and chase an imaginary buck
Well my wife was quite snockered as she shot out the truck lights
And her cousin was fondling everythin on my wife
Well the tears they did well up in my eyes plain to see
As she hit the gas tank, and I really had to pee
As the flames began meltin the tires of my truck
My mother in law joined me and said what's happinin to the truck?
My wife and her cousin were happy you see
As they climbed into his humvee and drove toward the sea
I was sad for the truck and my wife's cousin you see
For the truck and the wife had often beaten me
Then the most wonderful aroma wafted over that lot
BBQ dog, and I broke down right there
I realized right then how much I did care
For that floppy eared dog and a bottle of gin
So bring on the sauce and well have a good feed
And forget all our sorrows, right after I've peed
Walt, That's some good stuff. I'm almost sobbin' over it. I don't think I can do that one justice with my poor voice. Man, have you thought about makin' a move to Nashville?
ReplyDeleteFunny man...really funny!