9/5/2013 10:53:00 AM The compendium of retardation
To the editor:
My retarded mind fails to distinguish between the compendium. Dead's dead by bayonett, body bomb, AK 47, rocket, waterboard, electric chair or old fashioned noose, as well as a bomb. So what's the fuss about gas?
Deeds of death subtend from overpopulation, starvation and God sponsored disease.
Religious always draft God to play fratricide games.
Wide disparity of wealth heats the incubator of Civil War.
It is prelude in the unspeakable stupidity of our deadlock sit-on-the-pot T 2/3 of the Rt party.
Of which I may have spoken before (smile).
To remain relevant, it's time the R party divorce the harlot they married while drunk and take the cure.
Rocket Assad will likely drag Israel into the dog fight. There ain't much spittin difference between Syria's sides.
War ain't pretty on TV. It's worse up close and personal. Ask any post traumatic Vet. Ask Vietnam children birth damaged by Agent Orange with a half-life maybe another 100 years.
If I weren't such a gentle type I'd basticate Michele B's air conditioner so she could enjoy global warming.
The "Black Budget" 50 billion in CIA Pentagon where no look - see is allowed, has the smell of Hitler, of Stalin. Let's haul Snowden back and make him Secretary of Defense so we get our money's worth.
In case you haven't noticed, I trust the military industrial complex about as far as I can throw a John Deere combine.
Robert Eugene Molenaar, M.D.
P.S. The reason I'm cranky, the pressure pot of chicken soup, blew the valve and souped the ceiling. Mopping ceiling does not match my job description!!!!
Unlike politicians, women are good for something. (Tender smile)