WE SUPPORT THE TROOPS … MY ASS

Waffle, Waffled, Waffling

Okay, I’ve said this before. Saying you “support the troops” but are “against the war” is typical chicken shit liberal waffling … wanting it both ways and having neither the courage, cojones or gumption to take a stand on ANYthing other than the fence.

If you support the troops, you reserve the right to believe the troops should be removed, but you keep your mouth and opinion to yourself until our people are out of harm’s way.

Standing on a street corner and saying “we’re not mad at you, but we don’t really give a hoot if you get your ass shot off because Abdul As Shole thinks it will help get you out of there sooner” is unmitigated BS. You give lip service to this crap while our people are over there doing a hard-ass job, you ARE responsible for what befalls them.

Orate, blabber, blubber or otherwise rationalize as much as you want, but that’s the difference between supporting the troops or carrying responsibility (even liberal thinkers should know what the word responsibility means) for their dying.

Do one or the other. You're not allowed both.


Al Zarqawi Dead?

Maybe, maybe not. Iraq security forces say they think he was among eight members of a terrorist cell that was either killed or committed suicide. The former sexual predator’s (hey, that’s what his first arrest was for; in Jordan under his real name of Ahmed Fadheel Nazal Khalayleh) DNA is undergoing testing as we speak. US sources are taking an Alfred E. Neuman stance until further developments, er, develop.

The Khalayleh family and its tribe – 58 members worth – have publicly condemned and disassociated themselves from Zarqawi/Khalayleh as a result of the Amman bombings.

Hey, the only good Zarqawi is a dead one; even his people know that – and there won’t be any wailing in the Shiite community he has preyed upon either.


Hurricane Up Close

I’m down where Wilma came ashore and was cruising around the area this morning. Although the snowbirds are flocking in,traffic is building and restaurant waiting lines are getting longer (i.e., things are normal), there still seems to be a lot of trash to be picked up in different parts of the towns – mostly in the lower economic, or less tourist travelled, areas it would seem.

Nonetheless, I was driving down the road and came across a FEMA Hurricane Relief center: an open-air kitchen with piles of food on the tables. It didn’t seem too well attended and volunteers seemed to be as numerous as needy, but nonetheless, on November 21, three days before Thanksgiving, there’s still need. And this isn’t Katrina or Rita territory.