Friday, September 11, 2009
George Washington: "You're kidding right?"
Betsy Ross: "Well ya didn't give me much time, and you wasn't exactly specific. You was also drunk."
George Washington: "Gimme a break. The frigg'n Brits is kicking my ass into next tuesday."
"All I asks for is a new flag for this hot deal we're cook'n up with the Masons'n the Rothchilds."
"What do you hand me?!"
"A deranged nightmare of bleeding zebras, and Moorish stars?!"
Betsy Ross: "Take it or leave it pal. You can always go with what your slave rape'n buddy Jefferson wanted."
"A severed Indian head impaled on a pike. Or what that Franklyn pervert asked for."
"Samson butt fucking the Virgin Mary in Hell."
"Yeah that'll go over big"
Betsy's Daughter: "That or the weird shit 'you' wanted. A big eyeball on a field of snakes."
General Lafayette: "I'd go with the Zebra George."
(Entry #38 in the series, "The 'Real' Origins of the Empire.)