Wednesday, January 25, 2006

 

Deep in the heart of Texas

As I've said before, my status as a famous Idaho journalist means the Gov. Dirk Kempthorne and I are famous friends (I call him D-money, he calls me H-Bomb). We get beers, talk about football, cars, life.

Because of our great friendship, the Guv personally invited me to fly with him to Ft. Hood, Texas, to hang out with some Idaho Air National Guardsmen before they head to Afghanistan (as you can tell, it's not your father's Air Guard - or at least not Jenna and Barbara's father's Air Guard). Of course, he also invited eight other reporters from around the state and I suppose he didn't invite me so much as The Statesman but I think the personal invitation was implicit - and I call shotgun.

So yeah, it's just going to be me and D-money, and eight other hacks who don't much matter, rumbling and shuddering our way in a C-130 military transport plane down to Texas Hill Country tomorrow, laughing all the way.

Comments:
Just so everyone knows, Joe is a giant fucking pussy and turned down this wonderful trip to central Texas. Seems Joe is so big time he's seen it all and was above this trip, complaining of a four-hour ride in a C-130 (which he's never flown in).

Well, I'm now in Hill Country and the C-130 trip was great. Actually, it was better than commercial flying because there's way more room and you can walk around all you want and hang out in the cockpit.

What was my point, again? Oh yea, Joe is a pussy.

PS Sorry, Steve-O, I got in today at 5 p.m. and I'm leaving tommorrow at 4 p.m. so no time for skanks. They're all yours.
 
D-Money sounds like a righteous dude. When I covered a National Guard homecoming a couple weeks back, the Governator decided to stop in at the last minute to say hello. Not to me, nono. I was corraled with the rest of the starfucking LA press corps while Schwarzey called the troops the "real action heroes." What a douche.
 
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