I am really tired of radical Muslims. Of Cair – by the way, they tried to come out today to distance themselves, but, um, while they are not involved, I have to pitch a bit for the fact that they are, ahh, complicit…..bad……terrorists….? IMHO. legal disclaimer…? But I took a pause, and thank God I have a platform to point that out.
Ok, so, on these terrorists;
Sheesh. I’m watching too. Shut it. All day today. Yesterday. The day before. Last week. All the time. Just Shut it. I am Prepared. So when?
It was a hassle today, given Paris. But not really anything different though. Worried for a bit, me. But I carry. We had a great time today. Went to a wonderful event, a fundraiser for lots and lots of infidels.
Christians too. There were some Indian-Hindus there. Sure they had a good time too. So… . Saw their head-stuff. Nothing going on there. Like those guys.
Metro-sexuals, college-students, gays, and wow. Passed judgement me, on many. But had a great time.
So, you Jihadi losers, on one hand, celebrating our right to free assemble: We did that today. On the other, we watch. We watch. You couldn’t fight your way outta a paper bag, in any proper fight. You wouldn’t show your ugliness here because you know we will fight. And I will. I know others that will too.
We watch. And know you won’t.
You blow yourselves up, and we live. We live. Nothing happened today. Because as I said yesterday, you’re a bunch of cowards.
I scanned the crowd. Looked for you and your type. Did not see you, or yours. Took some other measures I will not say… .
We had a great big friendly time. Lots of hugs. I really liked that. Went home and got a great big fight from my wife. Why? Well, because she can. And I respect that. But you never got that from yours, your wife, wives, significant other, heck, your ma… did’ja? I did, and revel in the fact that I miss mine, while you, well, you don’t know yours.
I don’t feel bad. For you.
Here, classic John Wayne:
And I do love that guy.
Ok, so wrapping up;
We, in the West, we grew up in a great big, loving family. Friendly. Happy. Idyllic. So, where are you? Seeking your 70-someting virgins, I suppose? That’s a laugh.
I am looking for you. This, during a big fat target-rich fund-raiser. And more. We watch for you. We won’t be victims.
You attacked Paris. So, where are you? You’re watching? Well, we’re watching too. Closely.
I am feeling the Every Blade of Grass Thing…. . I have my neighbor, and they have me. So. Where are you when you move next to me?