Black Bitches Dancing With Charlie by Chuck Bianchi. From the back:
Vietnam 1966. In a nightmare landscape of lethal shadows, Memphis teenager Robert Jackson – young, black, and proud – learned to survive by fighting as “Charlie” fought: brutally, efficiently, and without mercy. Placed in charge of his platoon after only four months, he proceeded to mold a motley group of insubordinate misfits into the most feared jungle fighters in Southeast Asia. To the Marine brass, he was an enigma. To his men, he was a hero
But to the Communists, Robert Jackson was “Bad Black,” the Viet Cong’s number one foe – a hated killer with a one million piastre price on his head, placed there by Ho Chi Minh himself!
Etcetera.
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The year: 1899. The place: America. TVs onetime hottest star, Charlie Chaplin, needs $300 in a month or he’ll lose everything. To do that he’ll need a hit like he’s never had before! An overheard comment convinces him that audiences love controversy. And the two most controversial subjects of the time? Dancing and Black Bitches. Soon he announces the live Television event of the century where, for the first time in history, three Black Bitches will slow dance with one White Bastard…simultaneously! But for the plan to work he must first find three Black Bitches well versed in dance…in jungles of Vietnam!
*Incendiary
Vietnam 1966. In a lusty landscape of male testosterone, Memphis teenager (18 at the time) Roberta Jacksonia – young, black, and proud – survived by “serving” “Charlie” with mercilessly flashy footwork. Placed in charge of her black bitches after only four months, she proceeded to mold a motley crew of insubordinate divas into the most feared jungle dance troupe in Southeast Asia: popping, locking, grinding, dropping, grinding and more popping. To the Marine brass, she was A+ booty. Like, damn girl. To her bitches, she was the queen of one legged airflare and bongo thunder.
But to the Communists, Roberta Jacksonia was “Bad Black,” the Viet Cong’s number one foe – a hated killer with extensions in her hair, placed there by Ho Chi Minh himself!
From a secret lair in Los Angeles’ Santa Susana desert, Charlie Manson’s Helter Skelter race war is prepared to bring about the apocalypse. Syphilitic hippies flying high on their final dose of belladonna prepare to launch a dune buggy assault on Dennis Wilson’s far-out, groovy cabana of love.
Now, one man stands between the Beach Boys’ beautiful brand of barbershop bop and the LA riot spectacular to end the world: Marine Sergeant Robert “Bad Black” Jackson.
Unwelcomed home after killing charlies of an entirely different color, Bad Black and his little running buddy, PFC Jethro “Crawfish” Erskine – a white good ‘ol boy who’d never seen a Negro before shipping out to Vietnam – are about to take on another thankless war. This time to destroy Charlie Manson and his American-hating drug culture that created the Summer of Love.
Commies? Chinks? Hippies? It don’t make no nevermind. Tonight, they all gonna die.
A lost episode from the 2008 season of Two and a Half Men later referenced in Episode #113.
Alan goes into a funk due to striking out with Gabrielle and Charlie tries to cheer him up with a evening of dancing at a jazz club.
Title quote from: Rose to Alan when he asks her what is wrong.