One word identifiers

We can refer to LB as a know-nothing, do-nothing, be-nothing affirmative action pass through dope. But how can we capture the essence of the @$$ weasel in one word? What one word would best describes His Royal @$$holiness?

Punk. He is a punk. “The cops acted stupidly,” is the response of a punk. Descent people refer to “cops” that they are not familiar with as “officers” and wait until the facts are known before calling anyone stupid. The non-punk presidential response to the Skippy Gates break-in debacle would have been, “The officers were responding to a call from a neighbor. Before calling anyone stupid, we’ll have to wait to hear what the department investigation shows.”

Walking with your hands in your pockets is what a punk does. Sound weird? Watch any video of the chief slouch striding along with both hands thrust deep in his pockets and see if it doesn’t remind you of the Jr. High punk you knew heading down to the principal’s office for 15th time that month.  I don't recall ever seeing Ronald Reagan with his hands in his pockets.

As a former jarhead I may be prejudice. Putting one’s hands in their pockets for more than a second or two was strictly verboten. I recall one gunny who took it so far he had his wife sew his pockets shut. In a salutation that could be heard all the way to Mainside, I can still hear him shouting across the parade deck at an unsuspecting Marine a 100 or more yards away:

“HEY! MARINE! GET YOUR G__ DAMN DICK SKINNERS OUT OF YOUR TROUSERS OR YOU’LL BE POLICING UP CIGARETTE BUTTS FROM HERE TO THE PULGAS GATE! SAVE YOUR F___KING POCKET POOL TOURNAMENT FOR WEEKEND LIBERTY!”

The embarrassed offender immediately yanked his hands from his pockets as if he were in a Wild West quick draw contest. Some other Marine in the area gave the gunny an encouraging OooohRaaaah! Another replied with a loud, “Hell yeah, gunny!” Yet another upped the ante with a, “F___king eh, gunny!” This is why Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeants are legend.

An officer might have handled it differently. He’d have walked across the parade deck to the offending Marine and said, “Excuse me Marine. I believe you’re in violation of the uniform regs. Please remove your hands from your pockets.” The Marine would have looked dumbfounded and replied with, “Huh?”

So every time I see the Punk-in-Chief slouching along with his hands in his pockets, I can hear the gunny, “HEY! PUNK!...”