Friday, July 28, 2006

 

Little Drunk Man


So last night I was sitting around when Sam called and said he wanted me to take him on a bender. I didn't clue in until many hours and many shots later that Sam is TWO YEARS OLD!!! In retrospect, there was a lot of potty talk.

 

The US Ambassador to My House



Here he is! No, it's not Jeffrey Feltman - this felt man actually has power (notice his thumb's down).
It's Jeero!

Look out ladies.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

 

I'm Coming...

Well, apparently it's "One Week To Shea." Why does that sound like I am an asteroid about to crash to Earth?

Personally, I'm going to wait until it is three days to Shea, then I'm the fuck out of here.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

 

The Fabric of War

Well, it's obvious that the US doesn't support Lebanon; I mean, the US ambassador to Lebanon is Jeffrey Feltman. Come on people, he's a felt man!!! The Lebanese obviously deserve someone more robust, for instance, James Woods, or Jeremy Irons.

 

No Guns

There was an article in the New York Times yesterday saying that what is needed in the Middle East is a well-armed multinational force to police the Israeli-Lebanese border. I agree with the article's assertion that the fighting needs to stop immediately, but here's an idea: how about a multinational force that is not armed. While the concept of peacekeeping is linked with having enough might to convince the aggressor that he will suffer if he does not comply, isn't there a more fundamental logic that suggests more guns will not bring about more peace?

If you have to eschew that fundamental logic in order to get to the point where you are convinced you must kill or be killed, you are beyond any desire for resolutions. Then it's just the 'Chicago way': "they pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue." Damn it, we just can't learn from Sean Connery!

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

 

First

let's start this thing off right. If you have any allergies please tread carefully; this blog is made of dust, grass, pollen and dill-water. Not only will this blog chafe but it will also hold a grudge. If your name begins with A through P, you will receive a shock if you keep reading - R through Z, you will have bad luck within three days.

I have only one mission here and that is to do slightly more than what a log does, yes, in fact I will 'b'log.

The information that follows contains no fibre.

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