Juansie
Yes, helping out a brother in need..reminds me of that time in 2005 where Billy Buckley and I happened to share the last train out of Union Station, ultimately to Darien for him and on to Beantown for me—Cambridge to be more precise, as there was this recording secretary for the local John Birch Society (a very small chapter in that Crimson leftist hellhole) that I had designs on giving further explanation of trickle down theory to. So Billy is going on about how Hank Kissinger is a total freak after 2 Glenlivets, and honestly my mind is elsewhere, considering what (kind of) freakiness is in store for me that weekend, and who should get on at Stamford but Jack Ryan himself, the wrongly disgraced Illinois pol who should have been a standard bearer for the GOP but was largely now a footnote and cautionary tale, (not for me though as those stories of sex clubs with ol seven of nine herself Jeri Ryan were not apocryphal, as I was there myself one cold Chicago evening). Well now I thought, what we have right here is a multi-generational Athos, Porthos, and Aramis of potential debauchery, the inciters of a great “OH MY GOD” and man at Yale, amongst the gender of Venus. Immediately a caper was conceived; I would tell you more but it involves rituals of those known peviously only to Skull and Bones brethren, and Jack and I were sworn to silence by the Grand Old Man-trust me my friends, you do not want to even think of what some of the S&B alums are capable of doing (and have actually done) to transgressors of the greatest Democracy of history, and/or violators of their extracollegial code of (mis)conduct. Chris? Hagin? No, he wasn’t there, why?
