HEADS THEY WIN; TAILS WE LOSE
So here's a clip from a Reuter's article published in the Mercury News:
"If the United States and its allies leave Iraq without a clear victory, it will embolden terrorists from the Middle East to Indonesia, and damage international efforts to contain North Korea's nuclear ambitions, Australia's leader said Tuesday."
At the same time, Iraqi rebels pledge to continue their fight against the US until the "invaders" leave. Other terrorist groups threaten to strike against Americans on American soil until the "oppressors" leave Iraq and the Middle East.
Which suggests the following: If the US troops stay in Iraq, and the Middle East, terrorists will do their best to attack and kill Americans across the globe; if the US troops leave Iraq and the Middle East, terrorists will feel "emboldened" and... kill Americans across the globe.
What is abundantly clear to all involved is this; whether the US stays in Iraq or leaves Iraq, it will not make one blind bit of difference to anti-American terror groups. It will not change the mind of Kim Jong Il, whose nucleur ambitions are independent of US foreign policy; it will not make Iran shelve its nuclear plans, which, for all their protestations of innocence, will include nuclear weapons.
So, if staying or going makes NO difference, why are we staying? The right-wing pundits tell us that leaving Iraq makes the US look weak and will simply encourage more acts of terror against the West, whereas left-wing pundits say that leaving Iraq will save hundreds, maybe thousands, of American lives from a fruitless conflict.
The truth is that terrorists who are plotting against the US will plot whether troops are in Iraq or not. They will plot even in the US gives away free kittens to Iraqi orphans, or holds a big party to welcome North Korea and Iran into the "Nuclear Club," complete with free beer and strippers. They will plot even if there is only one American with three heads emerging from a post-nuclear shelter 300 years from now.
That's what terrorists are about. Sure, they claim to have some "Cause" in mind, but at some point, the thrill of killing, plotting, wheeling, dealing, and wielding of power becomes their raison d'etre.
Whether we stay or go has nothing to do with safety because we are unsafe whatever we do. We should decide based on our interests, not on what some terrorists might or might not think.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
SEX, DRUGS, VIOLENCE... AND WAFFLES
The story has it all. Hot, naked chick kicking butt; drug abuse; and a waffle house.
In Nashville, Texas, patrons of the Waffle House restaurant were treated to an unexpected performance by way of a naked couple crashing through the cream-filled Belgian specials.
Texas resident, Larry Boyd, had been intending to spend an amorous night with his girlfriend in a hotel just opposite the Waffle House establishment. Apparently, in an effort to make the experience that little bit extra special, Boyd decided to take a hit of cocaine. Tragically, the cocaine failed to raise his ardor but did raise his temper and he attempted to strangle his paramour.
Naked and scared, the girlfriend fled from the hotel and ran to the nearest place of safety - the Waffle House. Stunned diners watched the naked woman run through the tables and lock herself in the bathroom. She was almost immediately followed by the raging Boyd, also naked, waving more than just his arms in hot pursuit.
Unable to use his obvious gentlemanly charm to coax her from the toilet, he left, jumped into a car, and drove off. After a short chase, Boyd was caught by the police and dragged off naked to jail. He was charged with driving under the influence and evading arrest. Other charges were also pressed but modesty forbids revealing the sordid nature of these.
It's not known whether business at the Waffle House has since decreased or increased.
The story has it all. Hot, naked chick kicking butt; drug abuse; and a waffle house.
In Nashville, Texas, patrons of the Waffle House restaurant were treated to an unexpected performance by way of a naked couple crashing through the cream-filled Belgian specials.
Texas resident, Larry Boyd, had been intending to spend an amorous night with his girlfriend in a hotel just opposite the Waffle House establishment. Apparently, in an effort to make the experience that little bit extra special, Boyd decided to take a hit of cocaine. Tragically, the cocaine failed to raise his ardor but did raise his temper and he attempted to strangle his paramour.
Naked and scared, the girlfriend fled from the hotel and ran to the nearest place of safety - the Waffle House. Stunned diners watched the naked woman run through the tables and lock herself in the bathroom. She was almost immediately followed by the raging Boyd, also naked, waving more than just his arms in hot pursuit.
Unable to use his obvious gentlemanly charm to coax her from the toilet, he left, jumped into a car, and drove off. After a short chase, Boyd was caught by the police and dragged off naked to jail. He was charged with driving under the influence and evading arrest. Other charges were also pressed but modesty forbids revealing the sordid nature of these.
It's not known whether business at the Waffle House has since decreased or increased.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
ELECTIONS? WHAT ABOUT THE "SHAKE-IT-LIKE-SHAKIRA" LOSER?
So the Democrats are taking over the asylum. Whoop tee doo. The real story is about a bar, a contest, and that Great American Sport - Suing For Cash!
In July 2006, the folks at Calico Jack's Cantina on 42nd Street New York invited folks to join in their "Shake-It-Like-Shakira" contest. Ersatz Shakiras were asked to perform for the bar patrons by shaking their booty in a Shakira-like fashion. The grand prize was set at $250 - and the undying admiration of the crowd.
Enter New Jersey resident, Megan Zacher, 22, of Delanco. Unashamed by the prospect of wiggling her botty in front of strangers - and with an eye to the cash - Megan jumped on the bar after her second drink of the night and promptly began to strut her funky stuff.
Unfortunately, the bar had become a little slippery - as bars do - and she ended up going arse over tit onto the floor, and in the process tearing a knee ligament. The severity of the injury to her leg was such that she needed surgery. The damage to her ego wasn't reported. Needless to say she didn't in the contest.
Now add attorney Lawrence Simon to the mix. At the request of his client, the bar owner is being sued for an unspecified amount of money because he was "negligent, reckless and careless" in "permitting the bar area to become and remain wet and otherwise in an unsafe condition."
Simon also claims that the owner should have know that the contest was "dangerous and likely to lead to injury."
Of course, he is playing down any suggestion that drinking alcohol and dancing on a bar may, to some people, seem to be a little on the risky side. But the innocent Ms. Zacher is clearly simple-minded enough to be unable to process such obvious risks. On the other hand, she was able to pony up the $35 entry fee and would, no doubt, have happily accepted the $250 if she had won.
Once again, we see the full force of the law being used to support and reward the stupid behavior of mental midgets who either have no ability to detect risk and avoid it, or who are all for taking risks but then want to blame somebody else when it things go wrong.
If only she'd fallen a little harder and broken her neck: at least then she would have weeded herself out of the gene pool for good.
So the Democrats are taking over the asylum. Whoop tee doo. The real story is about a bar, a contest, and that Great American Sport - Suing For Cash!
In July 2006, the folks at Calico Jack's Cantina on 42nd Street New York invited folks to join in their "Shake-It-Like-Shakira" contest. Ersatz Shakiras were asked to perform for the bar patrons by shaking their booty in a Shakira-like fashion. The grand prize was set at $250 - and the undying admiration of the crowd.
Enter New Jersey resident, Megan Zacher, 22, of Delanco. Unashamed by the prospect of wiggling her botty in front of strangers - and with an eye to the cash - Megan jumped on the bar after her second drink of the night and promptly began to strut her funky stuff.
Unfortunately, the bar had become a little slippery - as bars do - and she ended up going arse over tit onto the floor, and in the process tearing a knee ligament. The severity of the injury to her leg was such that she needed surgery. The damage to her ego wasn't reported. Needless to say she didn't in the contest.
Now add attorney Lawrence Simon to the mix. At the request of his client, the bar owner is being sued for an unspecified amount of money because he was "negligent, reckless and careless" in "permitting the bar area to become and remain wet and otherwise in an unsafe condition."
Simon also claims that the owner should have know that the contest was "dangerous and likely to lead to injury."
Of course, he is playing down any suggestion that drinking alcohol and dancing on a bar may, to some people, seem to be a little on the risky side. But the innocent Ms. Zacher is clearly simple-minded enough to be unable to process such obvious risks. On the other hand, she was able to pony up the $35 entry fee and would, no doubt, have happily accepted the $250 if she had won.
Once again, we see the full force of the law being used to support and reward the stupid behavior of mental midgets who either have no ability to detect risk and avoid it, or who are all for taking risks but then want to blame somebody else when it things go wrong.
If only she'd fallen a little harder and broken her neck: at least then she would have weeded herself out of the gene pool for good.
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