Anchor Struck

Happy May Day, all! And here’s hoping that as the weather gets more amiable, Trump will stop trying to bottom himself. He might have sustained a hernia reaching as low as possible for the moral bankruptcy of 86 47. Allow me to offer two counter arguments.

I spent three years of the late 60’s in the U.S. Marines as an admin clerk. We used the slang term “86” frequently, but never more violently than “get rid of”, such as “yeah, and you can 86 that shit” when we were giving each other shit, which occurred quite often. And six months of that time was in a war zone.

Years later I was working as a server at a Red Lobster. We had a Sunday promotion of All-You-Could-Eat for $6.95. The servers hated it because it brought out countless cheap skates who stayed a long time and tipped poorly. When the restaurant discontinued the practice, we took our meager tips and spent them at the nearest bar in an “86 AYCE” celebration. By no means did we wish death upon those customers. I do, however, still maintain that they were stingy bastards.