The stoic lad who brought us “Tin Fish” also delivered this rousing call: Oh…. wait a minute, there…  this poem’s about what? Orange fucker.  You blinded me with your sissy little submarine poem.  I’m like a mongoose, though, and I shan’t be fooled...

Apparently, the public relations wing of the Somali Pirate conglomeration is producing a livejournal blog of little value and less foresight.  GNA Worldwide and, specifically, the good crew of the G.S. Patience stomached and ignored such pretension and comeuppance as inevitable in these unbridled internet days. Unfortunately for these vagabonds, though, injury was added to insult in recent posts mocking the late, great Bea Arthur....