They swooped in even before pushback, the pilots never even made it to the runway before the George and his puppy Tony, quickly discovered that sports drinks if prepared just the right way, could become EXPLOSIVES. Jesus Christ, my farts aren't much different. God help them if they were my dog's farts.
Did anyone see the sports drinks and blasting caps or Arabs wandering around with long fuses projecting from their asses? (I ask humble forgiveness from my Arab brothers and sisters.)
So now do we look for fuses on the top of the bottles at the local Snappy Mart? I know they say these drinks pack a punch but gawddamn!, blowing up airplanes? Should we arrest the Snappy Mart Clerks?
I mean George's people are loosing any touch with reality they may or may not have had. Look at Don, he's a case for a rubber room (pants too) as anyone i've ever seen in 18 years as a paramedic!
Remember the last "threatened attack" in New York? Another load of drawer filler of the republican party to try to shore up a collapsing, ill conceived, chicken sh*t house of cards. Hell, even the idiots aren't believing this crap. Which brings me to the point of this short note.
With this continued attempt at perpetuation of a poorly hidden, outed lie, what would we do if, in fact, a REAL emergency popped up. Is the Big Easy an example of the type of action we can expect from the Bush crap and the congress, either party, both the same anyway.
We know for fact, irrefutable, inalterable, unequivocal fact, that the WTC debacle was a product of the US Government's sick collective mind. Anyone who believes otherwise needs to take a few more breaths per minute.
In fact, there is no border protection, not that any is really needed. Same is true of cargo container ships. Further, no incidence at all of terrorist activity has occurred at the Southern border, and no one gave a sh*t when the stingers came back home across the Canadian US border just in time for TWA 800. Three days before the aircraft with KIDS aboard went into the drink.
The NTSB lied their asses off, but we've visited that several times already. But how will we know when the real thing comes, if ever, God forbid.
Will we depend on reprobates like the Bush Trash? I got some bad news for you folks. You go right on doing nothing about The George and his Dick. You keep letting them pull more of this lying crap.
Someday, you may, in fact, BE on the wrong end of a mushroom cloud whilst George and his Dick and crew are down in some impervious bunker, laughing there fat asses off, sucking down exquisitely dry Martinis.