The Problem Is...

Or at least one of our many problems.

We shouldn't be putting troops into Iraq.  Not advisers (and make no mistake, those advisers are fighting), not air strikes, not boots on the ground.  We have no real strategy.  We have rules of engagement that guarantee that our soldiers will die.  And we will be acting as functionaries of Iran, who people seem to forget are well on their way to nuke power.  The bad kind.  The kind they can use to make a big mess in the Middle East.

We should be streaming materials to anyone in the area that wants to fight isis.  And at the same time we should be sealing our borders and doing some man-hunting here in our own country.  And not sending major bad guy leaders back to the field.   

But you know what the Dems need right now?  A war.  All the excitement and rallying.  They aren't looking good going into November.  So, suddenly, isis isn't j.v. league anymore.  In a couple weeks time, the yawning has turned into war drums beating.  Hagel, Kerry, Elizabeth Warren - a ton of people who have have been silent for months as isis slaughtered its way across Iraq.  I realize that their victims were only Christians, but, still.   I realize that the danger is coming across our open border, but still.  Look at those polls.  Something has to be done.  So, war.  And does any one want to take bets on whether or not Obama, once they get him off the golf course, bothers to go to Congress to get authorization?

Isis is a horror that I would like to see turned into a smear on the sand, with no pieces or fragments left.  I'd say they are animals but that would be an insult to animals.  They need to be removed from the face of the earth.  But if we go in there in our current state, under our current "leaders", all we are going to have is a lot of dead Americans and only some of the heads of the Hydra cut off.   Give the people looking into the eyes of the Hydra the means to cut its heads off over there, and concentrate on cutting off the heads that have come here.

h/t Jeff Kuhner, whose reasoning goes against my impulses.  But I have to agree.

What's Wrong With This Picture? (Warning - Graphic)

American citizen James Foley, a non-combatant, butchered by Islamic extremists.

French Foreign Affairs Minister Laurent Fabius, required by law to take the month of August as vacation, visiting Iraqi refugees in Ninevah last Sunday.  

England's Prime Minister David Cameron cuts his vacation in Cornwall short and returns to London.

American president Barak Obama, shortly after commenting on James Foley's murder, right back to the golf course.

We've long known that Obama is a narcissist at the identifiable disorder level.  Is he perhaps full blown mentally ill beyond that?  There seems to be absolutely nothing that breaks his focus on self-indulgence. 

It's a sad and dangerous state of affairs when a rebuke from the French government is legitimate and well deserved.

Rest In Peace

So long, Mark.  We had fun working in Louisiana, didn't we?  Worked hard, played hard.  I remember laughing at you the day after you missed the last ferry back across the river and spent most of the night on Bourbon Street.  And you probably laughed at me because I didn't know how much alcohol is in a hurricane and it was hot and I had had no lunch when we stopped for one at Pat O'Brien's that first time we went over to the French Quarter.

There's a reason motorcycles are called "donormobiles".

Really, Norton?

I understand the need for security but blocking web site access from my phone because of ... "alcohol"?  If that's a criterion it eliminates most sites I visit at some point.

Pissed

But not in the sense of mad.  Pissed as in tanked, fried, three sheets to the wind, totaled, sh!t-faced.  Catching up on the Texas nonsense and watching the videos of the arrest and booking of should-not-be-D.A. Rosemary Lehmberg (D - Corrupt) for DWI.  Quite outside of the fact that she was pulled because she drove in a bike lane and was going the wrong direction in a lane, the fact that the other officer has to follow her around to keep her from falling down kinda indicates that she's had more than a drink or two.  And I gotta say, that is the most patient cop in the world - I would have spent half the time he did. 

When a bottom-feeder like David Axelrod says this indictment is "sketchy", you know it's bad.

Read The Fine Print

You know how a hacking cough sort of convulses everything and makes you flail around grasping for relief?  Well, I got bounced out of bed by it, stumbled to the medicine drawer, grabbed the plastic bag and started sucking with relief on a lozenge. At some point yesterday it occurred to me that they didn't have that characteristic eucalyptus coolness and actually looked at the bag.

Oh, well, they stopped the tickling.  Then I read the fine print on the back.

Oh, good. Glad to know that one's vitamin C levels will remain good while you've got the trots.

This Just Sucks

For the third time in a row I've returned from Detroit sick.  Full blown viral bronchitis now - Sunday morning was spent at urgent care rather than church.  And this morning I'm beginning to think that it might actually be possible to cough a lung up.

And with laryngitis on top of it I can't even piss and moan to anyone about it unless I write.