Window seat or aisle? Swarthy or non-swarthy?
I read this article last night and thought it was hilarious (particularly the part where one of the Syrian’s asked the author’s husband, “Do you mind if we dance wif yo date?”). World O’Crap makes it…hilarious-er.
Meanwhile Lilek’s goes all nasal-whiny-mommy-mommy!:
Our present enemy will nuke us as soon as they can, because it means heaven, period.
I hate this; God I hate this. But I donâ€™t have any longing for normalcy, as Noonan put it the other day, because normalcy was a delusion, a diaphanous curtain draped over the statue of Mars. Nor do I want a time out, a breather, an operational pause. I want to cut to the chase.
I say we give them Gnat…