Chain our guests to trees and let them appeal to Allah.
If only we could take the filthy, murdering savages from their cells and stake them out in the hurricane’s path.
Who’s Your Daddy Now?!?!? This could be Karma’s most Awesome. Revenge. Ever.
FUBO! You can GIVE the rubble to Cuba; I’ll no longer care!
Enemy Combatants swept out to sea? Priceless.
C’mon, Matthew! You can do it!
Well at least it might WASH the terrorist scumbags cleaner than they’ve ever been..... but we do have to worry about US personnel stationed there in the path of such a monster storm.
Stake email out on the beach for nature’s waterboarding.
The Mother of all Waterboardings.
Anyone want to bet if Obama takes this opportunity to evacuate the detainees to the US?
Bammy will use this as an excuse to close the base.
OMG, Terroristnado!
Good time for Obama to do a site inspection.
Midnight basketball in the yard. Attendance mandatory.
Kaffee: *Colonel Jessep, did you order the Code Red?*
Judge Randolph: You *don’t* have to answer that question!
Col. Jessep: I’ll answer the question!
[to Kaffee]
Col. Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I think I’m entitled to.
Col. Jessep: *You want answers?*
Kaffee: *I want the truth!*
Col. Jessep: *You can’t handle the truth!*
[pauses]
Col. Jessep: Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
Kaffee: Did you order the Code Red?
Col. Jessep: I did the job I...
Kaffee: *Did you order the Code Red?*
Col. Jessep: *You’re Goddamn right I did!*
Considering that obama has thrown Israel under the bus, I wonder if we’re looking at a direct hit on Washington DC.
The storm computer models are showing it going pretty much due north.
Can the terrorists there be moved to some basement, open-air dungeon please? These are the worst of the worst.