We are buying oil from Saudi Arabia. 50,000 ish of them are princes and capitalists and love selling us oil. The other millions are extremists and hate anything that is not Islam. It is all that the princes can do to keep from being overthrown by the Islamopsychos.
I don't think we have a moral right as a country to take the oil and kill anyone in the way. So we buy it and there is no way to control what the psychos do with the money that either trickes down or is secretly funneled.
I hope you don't really think anyone is timid enough to wet their pants because of the Red white and blue.
I hope you don't really think anyone is timid enough to wet their pants because of the Red white and blue.
I guess you didnt see the Iraqis surrenduring to American journalist pools.
The other millions are extremists and hate anything that is not Islam.
True
there is no way to control what the psychos do with the money that either trickes down or is secretly funneled.
False. False. False. Perhaps you meant to say that here is no way to control what the psychos do if we continue business as usual.
Fess up. You work for the State Department, don't you?
You gonna keep standing there? Only reason I ask is so I can throw it into 4WD to drive over you, nothing special.
Contrary to popular belief, some of us own SUV's (I drive a Grand Cherokee, my wife drives a Wrangler, which we actually DO take off-roading, thank you very much) because we enjoy them outright. We've got three children, and getting them in the back of a car while having enough room for me to push the seat back (no, I'm not a small man by any stretch) was not possible. And I have no desire to drive one of those drafty, clumsy, poorly-made econobox vans that the auto manufacturers are foisting off on the suburban soccer moms.
Considering that it costs me just as much to fill my Jeep's tank as it would to fill up the Volvo wagon my wife and I considered before buying our Jeep, your "oil for terror weapons" analogy loses all sense of reality.
Just admit it. You've got a problem with everybody on the road, period. Go on over to DU. I'm sure you can find some like-minded tree-hugging luddites like yourself to play with. Just stay outta my way, thank you very much. Otherwise, I'll run over you and keep going.