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“Teh Stoopid” Really Must Be “Cheaper by the Dozen”

Well, longtime readers probably know what’s coming next.

Yeah, my little friend Birdie came back to visit me again.  And he tells me it seems a bunch of      Dumb, Royally Clueless      “Deft, Really Clever” folks – or at least one of that group – claims they’ve “found” me.  Again.

I guess this time I should be somewhat flattered.  They seem to have returned to form for now.  They appear once again to be using the DRC/DRG equivalent of a Ouija board – e.g., sitting around looking at pictures of true “high-speed/low-drag” badasses while fapping furiously, all the while trying to figure out who I am – and then somehow decide that one of the photos must be me.  Then they claim that’s who I am.

This time, according to some      Dumb and Really Grotesque       “Dandy, Really Great” folks (or at least one such “inDUHvidual”) I’m a retired Army SF officer.  I’ll spare the guy they’ve misidentified as me embarrassment he doesn’t need and not mention his name here.

Gee.  That’s a nice thought, you     bunch of clueless jerks     guys; and it really is a compliment.  The men who make SF a career are among the best our military has; they truly are the “quiet professionals”.  Being thought one of them is an honor, even when that claim turns out not to be correct.

Unfortunately, yeah – that’s wrong.  I can categorically assure you I am not a retired SF officer.  So once again, you DRC/DRG     clowns      “fine fellows” have fornicated Fido (AKA “screwed the pooch”).  Blown it.  Effed up.  However you want to put it, you got it wrong. Yet again.

For at least the twelfth freaking time.

Hell, you’ve probably actually made a baker’s dozen or more such screw-ups trying to find me by now.   Dunno for sure, but I’m relatively certain I’ve missed at least one occasion where you misidentified some guy I’ve never even met as being me.

Obligatory recap time:   this      incredibly dense bozo (or group of bozos)      fine fellow (or group of fellows) has now erroneously identified five different Navy vets as being me – including 4 ex-SEALs (first SCPO Don Shipley, then CAPT Larry Baily, then a guy I’m intentionally not naming, and lastly MCPO Hershel Davis).  I’ve also been mistakenly-identified as a retired Navy diver (late 2015; I was kinda busy at the time and didn’t write about that one).  Another time, I was accused of being a longtime commenter here at TAH.  They’ve wrongly claimed I was a a multi-star Army GO, now unfortunately deceased.  According to them, I’ve been “identified” as a retired SF SGM; I’ve also been misidentified as a serving Army officer.  The time before last they falsely claimed I was an Army vet who served during the Eisenhower Administration (and who is also a former Brooklyn Law School Professor).  And, last time, I was supposedly a guy in Indiana who writes an occasional sports column for a paper there.

Now this time, they claim I’m a retired Army SF officer.

(sigh) Geez.  Best I can tell I’ve never even met any of the folks they’ve identified as being me. And I just checked the name on my driver’s license and other ID cards, so yeah: while being a retired SF officer would be great, I’m pretty damn sure they’re wrong this time too.

Sorry, DRC/DRG – no dice. Ya blew it again. Yer still battin’ “oh-fer”.

Sheesh.  These guys really seem to be “stuck on stupid”.  Maybe they just like it there.

Or maybe Jethro Tull simply had them pegged 40+ years ago:

 


(Don’t forget to “click . . . on the pic”.  [smile])

 

Give it up, DRC/DRG.  Your antics are boring and predictable.  And while you may enjoy showing your ass to the world, do the world a favor and cover it.  It’s ugly – and offends damn near everyone.

49 thoughts on ““Teh Stoopid” Really Must Be “Cheaper by the Dozen”

  1. Patience, Hondo…patience.

    Matthew 5:9- Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.

    1. Uh-Oh. *404 Page not available*

      Lawn Dart Danni will be throwing a DRC cocktail infused temper tantrum over that.

      Oh, well. Back to square one for their half-assed attempts to find Hondo.

      1. It opens for me. Maybe you are the victim of a vast right wing conspiracy. I hope that the stress of that does not cause you to self-murder.

            1. It’s from the Chemtrails that we are constantly being bombarded with.

              There’s no defense against them other than a spray bottle of vinegar and a floor fan.

              But that only works during the summer months. In winter we’re just SOL.

            2. Interesting. Cleared my browser cache, and now neither works for me, either.

              I’m guessing the image is dynamically generated on request, and that you only see it after you’ve viewed it using the parent site’s normal method of generating and providing the image. Thereafter, if you view the URL you’re actually seeing a locally-cached copy.

              Explains what’s happening. But it’s only a guess, and I could be wrong.

              1. See. You can’t even find Hondo and you ARE Hondo.

                What makes those idiots think they can find you?

            3. Be thankful that a black helicopter hasn’t landed on your front lawn and a guy in a cheap suit with Ray Bans on is wanting to take you to Area 51 to “alien anal probe” you…

  2. Some people complain that the sequel is never as good as the original, but I am really enjoying Weekend At Bernath’s II.

  3. I keep saying it very clearly. There can be only two Hondos and John Wayne is the other one.

    Dumber than squirrels with a cheese wheel, they are.

      1. Are you PROUD, HONDO, EX-PH2, SHIPPY, ME, MYSELF, I? Dumbshit doesn’t know his own name..eat shit Bernath.

  4. They repeatedly prove themselves to be dumb and/or insane and/or evil, yet continue to feel compelled to repeat their mistakes over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. Yeah, it really is just that boring.

    Anyone with a bit of sense would simply stop doing it. But not them. They crave attention so much that they prefer negative attention to no attention at all.

  5. I am A Proud Infidel!

    …hang on, wrong thread

    Hondo is A Proud Infidel!

    …brb, phone is ringing

    Ok folks, disregard my last 2 comments. The truth is:

    A Proud Infidel is Hondo!

    …dammit, someone’s banging on the front door.

    My apologies, ignore anything I’ve posted above. In reality,

    I’m Hondo! *cue Black Sabbath’s Iron Man*

      1. I hope this works, if not, here’s a smaller version \m/ >_< \m/

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        __+888_________________________+88_
        __++880________________________+88_
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  6. Since we know the DRC is watching:

    12 down, 7 billion to go. Don’t worry idiots, you’ll get there eventually.

    Have you considered that Hondo is possibly a Russian hacker? Seriously. Consider it.

  7. with apologies to Herman’s Hermits-

    “I’m Hondo the 8th I am
    Hondo the 8th I am I am
    I got married to the widow next door,
    she’s been married 7 times before
    and everyone was a Hondo, she wouldn’t take
    a Dennis or a Dan
    I’m the 8th old man I’m Hondo, Hondo the 8th
    I am I am.
    🙂

  8. No, no, no – I am STILL not Hondo.

    Or maybe I was wrong about that back then and maybe I WAS Hondo then, but am not now Hondo. Nor shall I ever BE Hondo.

    Unless I really am. Or was. Or should be.

    Or perhaps I’m really Bill O’Reilly.

    Pretty sure I’m not, though. Nor Spartacus.

  9. Hondo,
    Don’t stop or discourage the DRG. As long as they’re playing their “find Hondo” games, you’ll know where they are and what they’re doing, and it will keep them out of other trouble.
    Meanwhile, don’t get upset. Take a chill pill, sit back, pop a cold one (or other liquid libation of your choice), light up a smoke, laugh, and keep score. Let the rest of us out here in TAH land know any new developments so we can join in and laugh too.

    1. Where in the world is WALDO? Having a beer with Hondo, Proud, EX-PH2, Skippy, OWB, SILENTUM, et al. Rebs having a soda pop.

        1. Hondo,
          They’ll never find you..its been proven several times. I opened the door at the BAR Court in LA, for Bernath, PROUD and I have planted and retrieved mini video cameras about a inch big. We’ve flown over his pit three times.
          Now that he’s a nobody, wait, he always was and Dallas and I have buried our angry, he’s all alone.
          Bernath and his unkept lawn watching for falling coconuts.

          Where the hell did Waldo go? ?

  10. I was Hondo once, but that was a long time ago in the future. It’s all kind of mixed up because people assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint – it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… time-y wimey… stuff.

    1. Along time ago, in a galaxy far, far away… I was the one known as HONDO!

      Now I’m known as Juan Hung Lo (Daddy is Chinese, Mama is Colombian) 🙂

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