TW3

As much as I would love to leave things alone this time of year … I just can’t.

The scumbags over at the NYT are busy distributing everything but architectural drawings and a blast point analysis on how to blow tunnels in NYC.

We killed some Mullar Omani or somesuch in Afghanistan. A big-time Taliban wog, and it was done by airstrike. Apparently those reward posters DO work, and apparently the wogs don’t get it yet.

Iran — you know, the country I want nuked — continues to tell the UN (and the US and Israel) to collectively go f--k themselves. And nobody’s nuking the f--ks.

A newspaper report about Democrat congressman under indictment neglected to mention what party he belonged to anywhere in the story, while one about a Republican under investigation led with the party name. (Pick a rag, any rag.)

On a more local rag front, the Times Review of Riverhead , NY, printed a revealing Freudian slip in its year-end wrap up. While speaking of incumbents winning local elections, they titled the story “insurgents” win. Oh, yeah, they’re fair and balanced … oh, and right, they didn’t mean anything by it.

Air temp in my area was as high as 60 degrees today. My wife and I ate al fresco at the local Mexican restaurant (one which I higly recommend: Funcho's).

Bush, Rice and Gates are discussing strategy, I’m not sure where I stand on the Marines charged with murder in Haditha, and I swear I won’t write anything else until … well, until I get pissed off again, which should be in about two hours when the news runs.

Until then … I really DO wish you a Merry Christmas, I really DO want you to pray for our troops and I really DO want Iran nuked.