Neanderpundit

1. How many American troops are in Georgia right now, and are they actively involved in the fighting against the Russians?

Somewhere in between 1250-2000 and yes, some of these troops are actively involved in the fighting. Come to think of it, I’d pay to be there. I hate communists. Note~ I’ve read two separate reports on BLACK Georgian soldiers fighting now. Probably left over from the Civil War, huh?

2. What’s the easiest way for a sole grunt to disable a T-72 Main Battle Tank and kill the crew?

Dude… There is no easy way for a single grunt to knock out a T-72. On the other hand, Scout Platoons never worked in singles; always doubles, triples, and entire squads. Shoot it in the tracks to disable the rolling ’71 Pinto, then pound the ass end until fire is pouring from the various hatches and Ralph Nader has nailed it as a fire hazard.

Shoot and scoot is the order of the day here as the turret is generally not phased by a track shot, and 120 millimeter rounds screaming by your head at one mile per second truly suck more than the average douchebag could ever possibly imagine.

My personal favorite does only require one grunt, and a radio, and an A-10 piloted by a pissed off American. I know of no A-10’s in country over in Georgia right now. Notice, I said, right now.

3. Where are the soft spots on Soviet attack helicopters?

The heat signature has always been the soft spot on Soviet attack helicopters. That, and chickenshit pilots. Stinger missiles fucking rock when they’re in well trained hands.

4. How many Russian combat divisions would be required to defeat FIVE Georgian Combat Infantry Brigades? Just so you know, Georgia only has five infantry brigades, according to Wikipedia.

Who the fuck knows? How many American soldiers are playing this game?

5. Is Georgia playing the part of the yappy little mutt who happens to reside in the backyard of a badass Rottweiler?

To a certain extent, yes.

For some strange reason, when I saw this twisted little film, it practically shouted, “Neanderpundit!”

Of course, that could just be my imagination.

Sing Ho! for Og, Neanderpundit,
Once had a sense of shame, but shunned it.
He now regales his readership
With tales of Purulent Zits, and Shit.

His pride and joy? An outsize Nut-Sack.
To drive it, he must use a Half-Track.
It’s a sight I hope to never see:
Neander-Pendulosity.

A genius of prose and versification,
He can write a sonnet ’bout Constipation;
A double dactyl on Anal Warts;
And vers libre on the topic of Firearm Sports.

A Renaissance Man is mighty Og!
He’ll wax eloquent about his Rectal Clog,
And th’explosive release of the very same.
The man, he has no sense of shame.