Finally, I want to take this first blog of 007 to say…let’s all call this year 007. Like as in Bond. That would be cool.
—Kevin’s blog from THE OFFICE
It’s the year 007! Sumbitch. This is the year we get to KILL all people who threaten Queen and country. We could have done it any other year. We may have even jumped the gun by a day or two(yeah, I went there). The debate over whether or not that was the thing to do will rage for months. That’s a certainty. But this year, kids, we’re dangerous. This year we have the License to Kill.
Throughout this entire earthly rotation we’ll be able to slip into foreign countries and ferret out agents of S.P.E.C.T.R.E or equally super rich evil tyrants(looking at you, Tom Cruise) and execute them with impunity. The gravy is, we get all the perks, too.
We’ll drive exotic cars and screw even more exotic women. Then we’ll crash those cars and love-up on the women even harder. We’ll drink weakly mixed drinks and call ourselves badasses for doing so. A game of texas holdem won’t be safe for hundreds of miles. And the rest of Q’s super-gadgetery will be tested to the extreme in our capable fingers.
That’s right, World. We’re the year 007 and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop us. The Queen gave us permission to kick your entire ass.
