My dinner partner at the holiday table was home on leave from Army Ranger training. He had been living outdoors, learning to be at home in the rain and the mud, eating to lose weight and build muscle through rigorous sleep-deprived maneuvers. He could run, jump and do push-ups in numbers that would embarrass the regulars at the local gym who pump iron and swim their laps in the comfort of indoor luxury.

He was looking forward to deploying to Afghanistan. I wasn't sure I heard him right, so I...












When War Is Not Metaphor
When we kill an enemy in the WAR ON TERROR, dump their bodies in a pit, and douse them with the blood of swine. With our AMERICAN love of bacon, there should be more than enough to go around.
Film it all, and start "releasing" our own videos for the extremists to view.
It will quiet down shortly after that.
Politically Incorrect? Yes, refreshingly so!
!!GOD BLESS AMERICA!!