[marlon]

Send in Barack, he’ll take care of them.

[Vigilanteman]

What Israel needs is a LAND FOR WAR deal. It would work like this-- there would be a grid announced and provided to enemy neighbors with the priority number marked in each grid.

A simple act of violence like a rocket launch which landed in a field would mean annexation of one acre in the direction from whence it came. Something more serious like, say, a suicide attack on a shopping plaza would mean annexation of several city blocks.

Syria settling army officers near the Golan is a good thing-- it'll mean they are actually exposed rather than hiding behind the skirts of women and children in apartment buildings.

[Lonesome in Massachussets]

Israel should respond with a war of annihilation. Stop pussyfooting around. The number of Ayrabs killed in these wars is always limited by Western countries indulgence rather than Arab capabilities. Kill a couple of million of them, por encourage les autres..

Three strangers awaiting their flights strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana. One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show. And the third is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East who is headed to a training conference in Detroit.

Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim who supports Osama Bin Laden's Jihad, so the conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still . . . no plane comes.

Finally, ! the American Indian clears his throat and softly, he speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."

The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"

The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, . . . but I do believe it's a-comin'."

[MrEdd]

From the King James:

Isaiah 17:1 The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from being a city, and it shall be a ruinous heap.

[rfp1234]

bttt