End Of My Visit

I made it back safely from spending seven days with Yabu and the JuJu Woman. I’m telling you, Yabu is more pissed than me, if that’s possible. You might think this strange, but we didn’t go out to eat or go drinking once. We did, however, eat and drink like kings. They can cook, and Yabu has some Burns Blue Beads Clear that is as good as any I’ve ever tasted. I brought a large jar home with me, along with the Juju Woman’s secret recipe for Lemonjujushine. I did not steal Stretch…that would’ve been a fatal mistake. It was a good trip.

Anyway, this whole deal with the Dirty Underwear Bomber is really pissing me off. Can you believe that, after all the (CYA) formalities, and about 30 minutes of interrogation; the FBI read him his rights, and he stopped talking. He now has some dirt-bag lawyer(s) (traitor(s)) who are going to defend him? The completely incompetent presidential press secretary Robert Gibbs stated they got all the information out of Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab they could…in 30 minutes. He told them everything in 30 minutes? Give me a fucking break. Unfuckingbelieveable. We have “The Weak” running this country. If it was me, I would waterboard, drug, whatever, his terrorist ass until I was certain the information I had was accurate or believable, and then put a bullet through his brain. He is guilty…there are a plane full of witnesses…he admitted he was working with Al Qaeda…admitted his mission was to bring the plane down. How much more evidence do you need?

On a good note: They executed “Chemical Ali” today. Saddam’s cousin was captured in 2003 and sentenced to death 4 times. Why did it take six or seven years and four death sentences? At least, he’s finally in the company of 72 syphilis ridden virgins.

I’m telling y’all, the USA is walking in a minefield without minesweepers.

Later!