I get tired of people overseas talking with their mouths full...

especially after American tax dollars filled their mouths.

They want the United States to go away and leave them with their culture and stay out of their affairs.

That's fine by me. Let's just take our marbles and go home.

We'll seal up the borders and stop sending huge amounts of money overseas to those that complain about us. The Pakistanis who have complained when we whacked Bib Laden?

Screw 'em. Let's just stop sending them a damned dime and make it clear to them that if they start any crap about it they are going towind up as a glass parking lot. They knew the bastard was there. If they didn't they are pretty stupid.

Yet the will cheerfully take the foreign aid we send them.

These people moan and bellyache about things American and when you think about it they are being pretty damned two-faced. They are sure willing to drive American cars, smoke American cigarettes, use American health technology and hire American outfits to wrestle their oil out of the ground so they can buy more American products that sure make their lives a whole lot more comfortable.

The other thing I hate is listening to those elite, impudent snobs that brag about how wonderful Europe is.

When I hear someone bragging about living in Europe at one time or another I ask them, "Which part? The part whose ass we kicked or the part we saved?"

It generally shuts them up.

I generally meet these people in Starbucks, which has been the scene of a few scenes I have created.

My favorite was the snooty woman that criticized then president Bush for sending several aircraft carriers to the Pacific rim to do relief work after a tsunami. The woman was infinitely stupid. She pointed out that the French sent out a team of twenty or thirty doctors. And what was President Bush thinking? Were they going to blow these poor people up?

I pointed out that each carrier contains 5500 people, all of which are trained in search, rescue, damage control, first aid and various other skills and that they could provide shoreside power, utilize their aircraft to evacuate casualties to one of the three hospitals every carrier has. Any single member of the crew could be utilized on shore parties to help dig people out and aid in rescue work.

The carrier, which regularly made over 16,500 meals a day could easily shift gears and triple the output to feed people. That's a lot of chow.

Being nuclear, the carrier could stay on task for years,

Then I said that her beloved French had somehow in their infinite generosity had scoured the whorehouses of Paris for thirty washed up gynocologists and shipped them out.

Then I told her that President Bush cared. He sent the best we have. He gave the job to the United States Navy.

I was treated to a pretty good round of applause from the other customers, which was nice.

What was a whole lot nicer was when a woman approached me and thanked me for making her finally feel proud of her son. She had been pretty dubious when he decided to enter navel service instead of attending college. She said it wasn't until I spoke out that she then realized that her son was a part of something a whole lot bigger than a jerkwater college somewhere.




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