'Russia reduced its oil supplies to the Czech Republic by half for “technical reasons”. The cut came just after the Czechs agreed to host an American missile-defence radar. Strangely, the technical reasons did not affect oil supplies to any of the Czechs’ neighbours.' -The Econmist
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
To my imaginary audience--Sorry, I know it's been awhile
But now I'm back to let you know...wait, wait--so not trying to go Motown.
But I am back, and apparently tumor free--yeah! Still, though, the mysteries surrounding the dubious health of your author is ongoing, with of course only the finest minds this side of the Hudson (that's right, I've now got a doctor in Manhattan, bitches) working on it. I should be cured, or at least diagnosed, in no time! Ch'yeah, right. Whatever, I'm breathing.
And, according to one marine I saw last night in a great documentary about the military on the US/Mexico border, I'm breathing "freedom" that he and his fellow military folk around the world have given to me. Thanks! That's right: can't buy it in a store, not even at Wal-Mart (and I thought they had everything), there's no 1-800 # to dial or infomercial to explain how to use it--maybe there should be. No, freedom is only served up by the men and ladies in uniform. (This reminds of the scene in "A Few Good Men" when Jack freaks out about Tom's inability to handle his truth...yeah, somebody does have to stand on that line w/ a gun; doesn't mean they have to be a dick about it.)
Barring our own experience in such a uniform, I'm guessing McDonald's doesn't count, and actually being "down in the dirt" w/ said marine, we (you and I) can't say "piss" (or was it he doesn't give a piss? Oh well, something about piss) to him and his buddies for shooting a high-school student tending his goats (cute, right?) and carrying a .22 rifle (this is Texas; you're given one w/ your birth certificate) near his home on the border.
FYI: there were four marines w/ M-16's in full camouflage and well hidden, yet they were "under fire" to the point that one of their lives was being threatened. Fuck off! Can anyone yell excessive force? I can. The goat boy couldn't possibly have seen them from where he was, standing completely out in the open--also, not something a "criminal" or "attacker" or "drug-smuggler" or "terrorist" is likely to do. He thought he was firing at an animal or wild dog--which is why he had the gun. Oh, and did I mention that the one shot the young man fire toward them, "down range," was fired twenty minutes before he himself was shot and in a different location? Hmm. Nice.
But I am back, and apparently tumor free--yeah! Still, though, the mysteries surrounding the dubious health of your author is ongoing, with of course only the finest minds this side of the Hudson (that's right, I've now got a doctor in Manhattan, bitches) working on it. I should be cured, or at least diagnosed, in no time! Ch'yeah, right. Whatever, I'm breathing.
And, according to one marine I saw last night in a great documentary about the military on the US/Mexico border, I'm breathing "freedom" that he and his fellow military folk around the world have given to me. Thanks! That's right: can't buy it in a store, not even at Wal-Mart (and I thought they had everything), there's no 1-800 # to dial or infomercial to explain how to use it--maybe there should be. No, freedom is only served up by the men and ladies in uniform. (This reminds of the scene in "A Few Good Men" when Jack freaks out about Tom's inability to handle his truth...yeah, somebody does have to stand on that line w/ a gun; doesn't mean they have to be a dick about it.)
Barring our own experience in such a uniform, I'm guessing McDonald's doesn't count, and actually being "down in the dirt" w/ said marine, we (you and I) can't say "piss" (or was it he doesn't give a piss? Oh well, something about piss) to him and his buddies for shooting a high-school student tending his goats (cute, right?) and carrying a .22 rifle (this is Texas; you're given one w/ your birth certificate) near his home on the border.
FYI: there were four marines w/ M-16's in full camouflage and well hidden, yet they were "under fire" to the point that one of their lives was being threatened. Fuck off! Can anyone yell excessive force? I can. The goat boy couldn't possibly have seen them from where he was, standing completely out in the open--also, not something a "criminal" or "attacker" or "drug-smuggler" or "terrorist" is likely to do. He thought he was firing at an animal or wild dog--which is why he had the gun. Oh, and did I mention that the one shot the young man fire toward them, "down range," was fired twenty minutes before he himself was shot and in a different location? Hmm. Nice.
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