Saturday, December 24, 2011

Sometimes, Folks Need Killin'...Even On Christmas!

On December 25, 1776, Washington and his troops crossed the Delaware River to kill up a shitload of Hessian mercenaries.  

Nothing says Merry Christmas like sneaking up and slitting the throats of and/or capturing 900 hungover krauts!

It's Yuletide stories like this that make me feel all warm and gooey inside, and bring visions of sugar plumbs, candy canes, and bayonets dancing in my noggin.

Or something...

Merry Christmas to all my intardnet buddies. 

Keep your powder dry.

Satanic, demon-possessed gingerbread warrior, equipped with candy cane sword and cinnamon roll shield, prepares to open up a 55 gallon drum of whup-ass on Nazi storm troopers.  Artwork done many years ago by my son Willie.  It hangs on our Christmas tree!


  1. Back atcha, brothers. I'm gonna try really hard to make it to TL's gig if it's a state or two away from Indiana. Hope to meet up with y'all there, get about half liquored up, and talk a little sedition with you.

  2. Merry Christmas Walter. Great post.


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