"Th' American Silver Eagle Type II...th' mishap at th' mint... Och aye, that's whit Ahh wants ta gab aboot! Blimey, am Ahh th' only one? Weel, let's git to it, an' thes will be extensiff an' so forth!" 😉
"Startin' at th' top, let's tak' a swatch at th' lady's face an' bunnit on th' ASE2...bland...devoid of any real distinction! Compares it ta th' ASE1:
"Swatch! Ye can see's th' curls of 'er hair, th' folds in 'er bunnit, 'er Adams Apple (if ye dornt minds)! It's easy ta see 'att th' quality has gone doon! Let's move on..."
"Stars...yoo hav ta loove stars! But whit happened?! Soo washed-oot! Let's swatch at th' ASE1:
"Now those ur stars mucker! Braw stars! Movin' on...remember th' arrows? On th' ASE1? A sign of strength?
"Gone.
Also remembers th' shield, a symbol of defendin' herself?"
"Nae shield haur... jist a coople of skinny buzzard legs! Gone. And whit aboot 'att prood history? That's right- th' 13 colonies:
"Empty wings...no history haur. Gone. Movin' on...the ingenius an' profoond Security Feature:
"In case ye missed it, e'en wi' me arrow:
"Thaur it is! Haw! Haw! Haw! Weel kick me arse an' blaw me doon! Aye, th' US Mint has truly oot-done themselves! (Has anyain got a Kleenex?)
"An' finally, the 'coup de grâce':
"Whit th' fock is thes?! Bludy Nora! A clipped-wing spyug! Do ye knows why th' wings of kimmers ur clipped muckers? Ta prevents them from flyin'! Haw! Haw! Haw! She's bin groonded!"
"Noo Ahh asks ye politely mates, is it, ur is it nae a mishap coin?! Ur....is it somethin' mair sinister? Hmmm....
Dark it is tae e'en wonder....but coods all of thes be a wee...politically correct? Is th' mighty United States gettin' a whieest downgrade by those who ur nae longer prood of 'er? Nae longer willin' tae stand up fur 'er? Nae longer wantin' tae identify with 'er?? Leave me yer replies belaw mates! It's a worthy conversation!"
"Now fur those of ye muckers who ur interested in me chib..."
"Aye, it's French. Now ye might be sayin', 'But Keptin, wa' woods ye hav a bludy French pooch chib?!' Weel, ta makes a lang story cuttie, Ahh had a run-in wi' a French Officer in Polynesiar ance. It escalated oot of th' pub an' intae th' causey, whaur Ahh ran heem thru! Puir bloke, nae much of a sword fighter. That's when Ahh noticed he drapped his pooch chib. Seein' how he had nae mair use fur it, Ahh did ned it aff heem. A genuine Laguiole, hand-gart in th' toon of Laguiole, France. If it's one thing th' bludy Franks can do...it is make a guid chib!" 😉 -Keptin Joshua Slane
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❌ mis·hap /ˈmisˌhap/ noun, an unlucky accident
"Ye folks must hav nae clams tae be sae afraid tae comment on thes! Tyranny in the Hife is it? Do you really wants tae go thru life- a panty-waisted puckerwad forever?! Pull up yer boots an' tighten yer belts muckers!" 🙄 -Keptin
