Saturday, September 27, 2008 was Ron Oetting's 65th birthday. Instead of a comfortable retirement, he was immersed in the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. revolution, having been instrumental in the events that led to the January 17, 2008 assassinations of so many wealthy and powerful Americans. But he still found time to 'party', and this year was going to be no exception. Jil Adams, Bob Ryan, Ron Oetting, and Phil Baker (the AROB group) had put together a spectacular birthday bash at their 'home base' in northeastern Indiana. It was going to be a "grand old party", a party that had nothing to do with the former GOP political powerball that had been so dramatically dismantled over the past eight months.
Few knew about Oetting's long involvement in the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. movement. Some knew about his passion for the Reform Party movement in the early 1990's when H. Ross Perot had made a run for the Presidency. Even fewer knew the extent of Oetting's intense hatred for both major political parties and what he believed they had done to ruin the nation. He blamed everybody for America's moral decay, lack of political integrity, massive corruption, and crumbling society: certainly big politics played an important part. But, in Oetting's alcohol-induced mind, so did corporate greedheads, wealthy elitists, spoiled celebrities and athletes, media moguls, bloated bureaucrats, and all the evil, selfish, arrogant, self-centered billionaire cretins who only cared about themselves and their own gluttony.
By ten o'clock Saturday night, Jil was hammered, Bob was blitzed, Ron was stupefied, and Phil was trashed. By midnight, the 'party' had turned into a political rally with Oetting calling for all the new political parties and candidates to "come together in unity, for the sake of Lady Liberty"! At that moment, Jil had hastily arranged for a bevy of beautiful young ladies to prance out on the stage directly opposite the bar, scantily-clad in red, white and blue 'gowns' that resembled see-thru American flags.
For an old man, Oetting had a youthful spirit about him, and thoroughly enjoyed the display of wanton female flesh. Baker, of course, observed the shenanigans with the drunken smugness of a lecherous old man, hoping to catch a glimpse of - or a feel for - whatever parts of the bodies beautiful that might become unexpectedly exposed. Bob sat in a stupor with eyes glazed over, as if in a fog of phenomenal fantasy such as he'd never imagined in his life. Jil, always the fair-minded thinker and big believer in equality for all, provided one more display of debaucher, especially targeted for the ladies in the bar: she brought out the Chippendale dancers!
Overwhelmed by all the glistening, sweaty bodies, dancing as if in some kind of X-rated out-of-body experience, Oetting gently lowered himself on a nearby bar stool and passed out cold for the second time in less than ten days.
Happy Birthday, RKO! You're 65 - isn't it time you started to grow up??
Few knew about Oetting's long involvement in the O.U.T.R.A.G.E. movement. Some knew about his passion for the Reform Party movement in the early 1990's when H. Ross Perot had made a run for the Presidency. Even fewer knew the extent of Oetting's intense hatred for both major political parties and what he believed they had done to ruin the nation. He blamed everybody for America's moral decay, lack of political integrity, massive corruption, and crumbling society: certainly big politics played an important part. But, in Oetting's alcohol-induced mind, so did corporate greedheads, wealthy elitists, spoiled celebrities and athletes, media moguls, bloated bureaucrats, and all the evil, selfish, arrogant, self-centered billionaire cretins who only cared about themselves and their own gluttony.
By ten o'clock Saturday night, Jil was hammered, Bob was blitzed, Ron was stupefied, and Phil was trashed. By midnight, the 'party' had turned into a political rally with Oetting calling for all the new political parties and candidates to "come together in unity, for the sake of Lady Liberty"! At that moment, Jil had hastily arranged for a bevy of beautiful young ladies to prance out on the stage directly opposite the bar, scantily-clad in red, white and blue 'gowns' that resembled see-thru American flags.
For an old man, Oetting had a youthful spirit about him, and thoroughly enjoyed the display of wanton female flesh. Baker, of course, observed the shenanigans with the drunken smugness of a lecherous old man, hoping to catch a glimpse of - or a feel for - whatever parts of the bodies beautiful that might become unexpectedly exposed. Bob sat in a stupor with eyes glazed over, as if in a fog of phenomenal fantasy such as he'd never imagined in his life. Jil, always the fair-minded thinker and big believer in equality for all, provided one more display of debaucher, especially targeted for the ladies in the bar: she brought out the Chippendale dancers!
Overwhelmed by all the glistening, sweaty bodies, dancing as if in some kind of X-rated out-of-body experience, Oetting gently lowered himself on a nearby bar stool and passed out cold for the second time in less than ten days.
Happy Birthday, RKO! You're 65 - isn't it time you started to grow up??
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