BRUTES

The recent murder in Bengazi of our ambassador to Libya and the storming of the American embassy in Cairo should serve as a signal to the unwisdom of helping the underdogs in Arab lands. Instead of being grateful for our assistance in 'liberating" them from the terrors of Gadaffi they turn around and murder our representatives to the sun beaten sandy waste they call their country.

In truth, these savages need the discipline of a murderer and torturer and deserve no better. Take the lid off and they run wild, true to form, for very little provocation. In the future we'll have to accept a certain number of nasties at the top of the garbage pile in order to keep the stench down.

Let this be a warning to our leaders in case they have any plans - however preliminary - to intervene in the Syrian civil war. We have no friends that we can distinguish there and the best policy is to let them all fight their own battles. Whoever emerges will be no friend of the United States and in the meantime they are too busy fighting each other to cause too much trouble to us.

Waves again!

Today I got my wave. I am not sure if it was because of the previous post about it, or it being the first day of school, or the fact that Boo was sitting in the very last row of the bus, and no one else could see, or that she was starting in a new school, but I did get one from her.

I went outside to wait for the bus, as it is the first day of busing, and this is routinely a lousy day for punctuality. however, as the driver was the one who drove Ace for years, she knows the route and the (returning) girls, so she was both on-time and cognizant of the stop. the bus appeared pretty full, so Boo had to go all the way to the back, and as i was standing on the side where she sat, she looked out, saw we, and gave a little wave.

My day was made.

"Save Me"

Ace took off to study for a while. Leaves just Boo home with the old folks. One of us was going on about how we need to make certain changes to have the house liven up a bit. Its been an ongoing conversation in anticipation of the quieter house.

Boo turned to me with a look of horror, indicating all the fears she has of spending the next year or so with just the two old folks, alone, and said.

Save Me.