Friday, October 13, 2006

Monty Python lives on......

"A couple of brown plants on the edges of some of those (forests) did catch on fire. But a section of soldiers that was downwind from that had some ill effects and decided that was probably not the right course of action," Hillier said dryly.

Canada troops battle

10-ft Afghan marijuana



At 10/13/2006 6:42 AM, Blogger bluegrrrrl said...

"some ill effects" indeed! How come I'm never around when dried-up, 10-ft marijuana plants combust?

At 10/13/2006 10:45 AM, Blogger thepoetryman said...

Ill? Ill? Sure they were ill... Probably haven't felt better since arriving in Iraq.

At 10/14/2006 6:09 AM, Blogger Paul said...

If I knew the war on terrorism would involve a little hand to hand combat with 10 foot marijuana plants, I think I might have joined up! The bushbastard said "we were going to smoke them out of their caves", he didn't say anything about "smoking out in the caves"!
But seriously......we're losing to al-queda, we're losing to the taliban, and now we can't even beat up some marijuana? Pfffffft.

At 10/16/2006 9:17 AM, Blogger wishblog said...

Talking Vietnam Pot-Luck Blues
(Tom Paxton)

Well when I landed in Vietnam
I hardly got to see Saigon
They shaped us up and called the roll
and off we went on a long patrol
Swappin' lies, swattin' flies,
firing the odd shot here and there

Captain called a halt one night
And we had chow by the pale moon light
A lovely dinner they planned for us
With a taste like a seat on the crosstown bus
Some of the veterans just left theirs layin' in the can
For the VietCong to find
Said it was deadlier than a land mine

Well naturally somebody told a joke
and a couple of fellows began to smoke
I took a whiff as a cloud rolled by
And my nose went up like an infield fly
Captain, he's a blonde fellow, went to Yale looked up at
me and said "What's a matter with you, baby" (you're supposed to
dound very ghetto at this point)

Well I may be crazy, but I think not;
swear to God that I smell pot!
ut who'd have pot in Vietnam?"
e said, "Whaddaya think you been sittin' on?"
hese funny little plants....
housands of them.
ood God Almighty!
astures of plenty!

So we all lit up and by and by
The whole platoon was flying high
With a beautiful smile on the captains face
He smelled like midnight on St. Marks Pl.
Crackin' jokes, cleaning his weapon,
chanting something about Hari Krishna, Hari Krishna

Well the moment came
as it comes to all
That I had to answer nature's call
I was stumbing around in a beautiful haze
When I met a little cat in black pj's
He had a rifle, BF Goodrich sandals,
Looked up at me and said "What's the matter with you, baby"
(sounding just like the captain)

He said we're camping down the pass
And smelled you people blowing grass
And since, by the smell, you're smoking trash
I brought you a taste of a special stash
Straight from Uncle Ho's victory garden
We call it Hanoi Gold.

So his squad and my squad settled down
Passed some lovely stuff around
All too soon it was time to go
Captain got on the radio
Said hello headquarters, headquarters
We have met the enemy and they have been smashed.

Copyright Tom Paxton


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