Today I Salute You…
…Mr. Over-Zealous Weight-Room Grunter.
On a base full of Marines, in a combat zone, inside a gym, you still feel the need to exert yourself as the alpha-male. You let us all know who’s in charge, just by the majesty of your orgasmic howl. There are times when regular breathing just won’t do, and you know exactly how to kick it up a notch: huffing and swearing like an asthmatic Turrets patient. Oh yeah. Can’t finish those last few reps? Better let Al Anbar province know with an earsplitting obscenity. Yeah, you’ll teach’em…whoever they are, Mr. Over-Zealous Weight-Room Grunter. They won’t cross you again, lest they befall the wrath of all 64 inches of your stature. Today I salute you, O’ fitness fanatic of Camp Grizzly. Because anybody can lift weights without making a scene; it takes a hero to scream and shout like a rabid Richard Simmons.

I’m not in Iraq…