I guess the cat is out of the bag: Fast & Furious was just a training run for Big Guy’s Benghazi/Syria gun running operation. After connecting the dots, it looks like Big Guy’s posse was the primary supplier of the Brotherhood and al Qaeda rebels fighting to overthrow Bashar Assad in order to establish a muslim jihadi state in Syria.
I don’t like to be critical of Big Guy when he goes off teleprompter and tries something he has no experience with, butt I think he should have petitioned for a SAMCRO chapter, rather than trying it on his own. They might have advised him to smuggle new guns rather than try to take back the guns he smuggled to the Libyan Brotherhood and al Qaeda rebels fighting to overthrow Hosni Mubarak in order to establish a muslim jihadi state in Egypt. Nobody likes an Indian giver (can I say that?).
Besides, Big Guy always felt that if he had a son who was a gun runner, he would look just like Jax.
This is my last full day at the beach with my sisters, so I’m going to make it brief and leave you with some gun running traveling music and this:
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up in the night
The hand that sets the farms alight
Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border
In the village where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change from day to day
And no-one notices the customs slip away
Late last night the rain was knocking at my window
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
I thought I saw down in the street
The spirit of the century
Telling us that we're all standing on the border
In the islands where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
It's just the patterns that remain
An empty shell
But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
On the border
On the border
On the border
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