Frigging around trying to get Blogger to work and came to a screeching halt when I realized that I had never formally announced the right of Israel to exist. Sweet geez. Not that I have my name in the hat for any port security work but this is something that can slip through the cracks and before you know it, wham. Michelle Malkin is caterwauling that the old Gunny, aka Fits, doesn't deserve the sweat from the country's collective brow.
So let's get this out the way. I am pro Israel. I would defend Israel as the ally she is. I find it contemptible that most of the world's Arabs took up where the Germans left off. I've been to Israel, and like the Israeli people.
But I don't want to have anything to do with alla this port schmort shit. And for as much as I am an Israeli supporter, as long as the UAE does a good job I do not give two shits if they wave the Israeli flag, as long as they don't attack our ally. It'd be swell if they joined the modern world in embracing ALL people of peace and goodwill, but so be it. I'm not egotistical enough to demand that everyone I do business with share in my very same thoughts, dreams, and goals. When one friend of mine has a beef with another friend of mine I don't intrude unless it comes to blows. Then I kick both their asses for dragging me into a shitstorm, but I remember that, above everything else, it's THEIR beef, not mine, and as long as everyone acts like someday they'd love being a grownup, all is cool.
Where was I...
Oh yeah, I was trying to get Blogger to work and lost out on a bid I placed over at eBay. Cheap ass little range holster but I got the frickin YOU LOST email BEFORE the You've Been Outbid email and that pisses me off. A little. I can get a brandy new version at Cheaper Than Dirt for just about the same price, and The Sports Authority around the corner has them as well.
And speaking of LOST, tonight is a new episode. Lisa and I will snuggle up with some Chinese food, and yes, this puts me at odds with Pajamas Media, but fuck them too. If Raj and his Poodle can whip up some General Tso's Chicken then be my guest, fella's, and to hell with chink delivery. But it's as impossible for round eyes to make good asian food as it is for whitebreads to make real spaghetti sauce. Every SEE some of those horrid recipes?
Can't please everyone, and this who-hates-who bullshit is too confusing. I'm a simple man. Ask anyone. Just don't dull the spitshine* and we're pals forever.
* And it's perfectly okay if you're the Idiot's Guide To Men's Fashion type, because not everyone is a Marine. Spitshine is doing it yourself and producing a deep, lustrous shine that is far, far better than the patent crap where they spray lacquer over cheap ass leather. Attention to detail. Some have it, others have yet to learn of it, and some who think they know it make fools of themselves by offering shit on a shingle and swearing it's caviar.
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