If I were an ageing man with a reedy voice, nervous manner and a forgettable career as a deskjockey in an army proud of its combat-tested prowess, would I turn into a bloodthirsty moron?
Maybe I would, and if I did, and a TV channel happened to offer me a job as a military analyst, I would jump at the opportunity to use all you other morons as my personal vomit bucket.
I would clamor for blood, blood, blood, and more blood, until I was satisfied that no doubts remained about my virility. I might still have that squeal of a voice, and some pinko blogger might on occasion whine about my lack of combat experience, and some might even call me a madman, but it would all be worth it, because — hell, mad or not, I would finally be called a man.
Ahh, the legendary Finnish subtlety :-)
dude, that was very funny. are you sure English isn’t your first language?
We Finns don’t get mad, we get… snarky.
it’s better than snarky. snarky is for kids. snark is mumbling. this is satire. it’s for adults.