Flint (GI-Joe): New York's Deed

Will a 'GI-Joe' covert-paramilitary patriot in the Big Apple offer this great Homeland a 'cool' sense of Ego?

A 'cool' homage to that awesome and witty patriot-supersoldier Flint (GI-Joe), as we approach St. Patrick's Day all (enjoy!), 

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Flint had become a master-agent of the fantastic paramilitary covert unit of Homeland defenders known as GI Joes, and he worked by day as an affable dentist in Manhattan and shared his Selfie with others invested in the intrigue and storytelling of modern Western-world securities for the rhetoric of capitalism-life (ha).

FLINT: This job to secure commerce-life and traffic for New York's sanity is a quality of the Ego and confidence.

INTERVIEWER: Seems the work of danger for your radical unit of patriots invokes memory/rhetoric for teachers!

FLINT: Agreed; in fact, the allure of the American Dream lies in the intelligence behind infrastructure hype (ha).

Flint's girlfriend (Ezzy) had been a New York fashion-model for some time now, and she'd no clue her beau was a GI-Joe and simply thought he'd been wandering around as an affable dentist in the park when he wasn't accessible on social-media/phone in his office or after-hours. Perhaps someday he'd reveal to her why he wasn't simply a World Cup TV-soccer fan or BBC-news addict but also a 'super' dude for American confidence, and besides, for the moment/time, Flint simply liked sharing/viewing her amazing photos reflective American street-life/romance (wow).

EZZY: I got you a briefcase full of water-guns (toys).

FLINT: Why?

EZZY: This'll move you to marry me, have a son, for whom to gift these to, my darling man-dentist of Manhattan.

FLINT: Alright!

EZZY: Well...don't think too hard...we might play with such toys in the park this summertime, eh?

FLINT: Sure, Ezzy...whatever you want is what I feel is perfect for my own sense of play/ritual (ha).

When Flint took Ezzy to the New York screening of the Cold-War chess-intrigue historical film Pawn Sacrifice (Ed Zwick), she thought she'd finally met a beau-man who'd share with her all the deep-thoughts about society/culture/politics that would make her feel like there'd be nothing too 'hairy' for him to consider marriage-worthy conversation...for the human factor/quality of Ego-democracy (hmm).

EZZY: Let's go to that New York Fried Chicken dive, darling man-dentist.

FLINT: Alright, but first I've to root-out a nasty blood-diamond baron from that building, incidentally!

EZZY: Is that some kind of bad joke, darling?

FLINT: No, no (ha); you enjoy your chicken-table, and I'll crawl up-stairs and use a silencer-motion (my training).

EZZY: Is this some way to imply we don't share our secrets, Flint?

FLINT: No, no; I'm serious (ha); you just 'meditate' on the quality of that fried-chicken dough, my sweetheart!

Would Flint marry Ezzy? Would he share all his 'dark' secrets with her in New York? Would she feel shocked thinking that her 'darling' was a double-life GI-Joe agent of hellfire-drenching in the secured Homeland (for patriotism storytelling)? As this romance unfolded, like Flint's heroics in dear-old New York, the American Big Apple 'gem' of the Earth, thoughts flew regarding the nature of capitalism-race dictionaries.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)