News, but not the serious kind
I call dibs on the first grenade!
Colonel Johnson, my office, immediately! You do recall, don’t you, Johnson, that it was YOUR brilliant idea to cut most of our training budget for new recruits?
You said, and I quote from your memo, “We can just give equipment to the recruits and let them go figure out how to use it themselves.”
And you added, “If we take that $30 million out of training, we can spend it on hookers and booze.”
So I want you to take a good look out the window, Johnson.
Today was “Putting on your belt” day, and our recruits managed to strap themselves together like some kind of Southern chain gang.
They had to slowly shuffle six miles back to base, and now we’re calling in a belt-smith to cut those things off.
But do you know what really bothers me, Johnson? What REALLY has me worried?
Tomorrow is fricking HAND GRENADE TRAINING!
Paramilitary policemen play games during a break in their anti-riot training at a military base in Suining, Sichuan province, March 9, 2010. REUTERS/Stringer