A monkey is on a roof, somewhere in the expansive South American, soccer-loving nation of Brazil, and he/she is holding a large knife. A formidable piece of cutlery. The thing is, the small primate doesn’t hold it like a cumbersome object. Rather, it holds it like it knows. Like it’s familiar with the handling of a sharp edge. Like it’s been formerly trained in the art of knifing something or someone to smaller pieces.

Since this is a military blog, the question begs to be asked: is this monkey a former Brazilian military operator that escaped the system and/or the grasp of its commanding officers and has since gone rogue in the land of first names (and only first names)?

Take a close look and draw your own conclusion:

You see that twirl? You see that twirl!?