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Monday, March 21, 2005

Army Raises Enlistment Age for Reservists to 65

WASHINGTON (Reuters) - The U.S. Army, stung by recruiting shortfalls caused by the Iraq war, has raised the maximum age for new recruits for the part-time Army Reserve and National Guard by thirty-one years to 65, officials said on Monday.

The Army said the move, a three-year experiment, will add about 194 million people to the pool of those eligible to serve, from about 60 million now. Physical standards will not be relaxed for older recruits, who the Army said were valued for their maturity and patriotism. "If they can't do their push-ups, then fuck 'em," said Lieutenant Brad Bradley, a man who should know.

The Pentagon has relied heavily on part-time Army Reserve and Army National Guard soldiers summoned from civilian life to maintain troop levels in Iraq and Afghanistan. Roughly 45 percent of U.S. troops currently deployed for those wars are reservists.

Maj. Elizabeth Robbins, an Army spokeswoman, said the maximum enlistment age for the regular Army will remain 34, "at least for the next couple of weeks. We've got to rewrite a a lot of computer program, and that's real, real hard. So hard that we are contracting out to Mantech, because they have a lot of people with real big brains. When I say big brains, I am in no way kidding. Many of their heads can not be supported by their pencil sized necks, so we have to get GSA to procure special ergonomic chairs. You know, the kind with head buckets."

"Old people like shit on a shingle," said Major Bradley. "Chipped beef, what's not to like? We expect to attract a lot of older recruits who just want something tasty to eat. Kibbles and Bits, or processed turkey. It's not all that difficult of a choice."


8:06:31 PM    comment []

President Gets All Dramatic and Stuff

Bush gives congress five minutes and not one second more.

President Bush made a surprise flight back to Washington from his ranch last night, proving that he cares deeply about each and every American, and would do whatever it takes - whatever it takes - to help them out in their times of need.

"I'm the president of all the people," said the president of all the people. "I'm the president of the people who like me, and I'm the president of the people who don't. I'm the red president and I'm the blue president. I'm two presidents in one. I'm the president of Jim Bob, and I'm the president of little Judy Ann Swanson, who has yet to be born. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go and be president of Terri Schiavo. I just received a psychic message on the presidential transporator that she desperately needs my help."

Bush then took a power nap for fifteen minutes. Waking up feeling totally refreshed, he jogged to Capitol Hill where congress was still in session and commenced to hollering "Where's my bill! Where's my Schiavo bill!" Frightened legislators quickly passed the measure, and Bush jogged back to the White House (in a personal best of six minutes twenty-two seconds), where an Army helicopter was waiting to transport him back to Air Force One, which then flew him non-stop to Tampa, even though the gas tank was only half full. With the clock ticking furiously, he arrived in the driveway of U.S. District Judge James Whittemore shortly after 4 AM. When Whittemore didn't answer immediately, Bush had his secret service agents blow the door off it's dang hinges. "No time to waste, Stretch," the president shouted at the startled judge. "You can put your pants on in the car. We got us a life to save."


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