I think I flew in that one in Nam.
I always thought Chinook meant a dry hot wind that melted snow in a heartbeat. Didn’t know it was a tribe.
In Vietnam when a CH-47 came to a hover over our firebase, it “dusted us off” with a dry hot wind you could hardly stand up in.
Anyway, this Indian names PC is pure garbage. Indian names of military assets celebrate the courage of the warrior and his ability to be “the finest light cavalry in the world”.
Eat the facts, you PC WaPo nerd.
Well then, let me be the first to welcome you into our tribe! Your official tribe name is “Mighty Warrior Of The Glistening Glade Who Flew In The Rusty Sky Bird And Who Runs Like The Deer And Has The Courage Of The Mountain Lion And The Wisdom Of The Muskrat” or “Bud”, for short.
As a tribal member, you’re entitled to a 25% discount on insurance from AARP (Association of American Rum Drinkers). Yeah, I don’t know how you come up with a “P” for “Drinkers”, either. They tell me it’s a tribal secret.
Our tribe has a long and glorious history. We know this because the prisons keep such good records. Our tribal headdress is three chicken feathers and an extra crispy drumstick. We used to wear loincloths, but we were in Chicago one time and the wind kept blowing up our loincloths and all the women in Chicago started following us around.
And so I close with our tribe’s traditional farewell.
“Who’s buying the next round?”