Soldiers are speculating that Iran's insistence on developing nuclear capability could lead to an invasion of Iran. In fact, we speculated about it when we were still in Iraq. I am not in charge nor do I ever plan to be, but if I were I would basically do what we are doing now. It makes sense - negotiations either work and the nuclear threat ends or they don't and the international community join forces to obliterate Iran. The beautiful thing is that building nukes isn't easy so everyone can afford to spend time on probably fruitless negotiations. (What we can't afford is to allow the loons in power in Iran to actually use the nukes.) In the course of negotiations we could impose sanctions over time and pressure China and Russia to cease arms sales to Iran.
The odd thing that people don't realize is that "the transformed" US Army would make short work of the Iranian army. Guerilla warfare is hard, standing armies are easy. All the things we can't do in Iraq we could do to Iran. Also, one would hope that the lessons learned in Iraq would prevent similar problems from cropping up in Iran.
Mostly, I am peeved at Iran for agitating the whole time I was in Iraq. And if they do force a conventional military invasion I am going to be more peeved if I get called back to fight.
1.19.2006
Isaac Mizrahi is my hero
Isaac Mizrahi is my hero. It's that simple. I don't care that he's gay. I don't care that he babbles inanities on cable television. Isaac Mizrahi is my hero because he felt up one of the world's most prized bosoms on television.
I often think of doing similar things. Often, I can barely restrain myself for reaching out for a handful of female flesh as I watch women pass by in nightclubs; but what Mr. Mizrahi did is something else. He must have no impulse control. I aspire to have as little as he did.
The expression on Scarlett Johansson's face interests me as well. I can sympathize because the only group of people who are more likely to get away with copping a feel than gay men, are straight women. I've had women feel my arm coyly, fondle my chest temptingly, slap my buttocks wantonly, and grab my crotch brazenly. As much as I appreciate female attention, much of the attention I receive results in awkward situations. There isn't much one can do other than smile.
I know I smiled when I saw her smiling.
Watch the video.
I often think of doing similar things. Often, I can barely restrain myself for reaching out for a handful of female flesh as I watch women pass by in nightclubs; but what Mr. Mizrahi did is something else. He must have no impulse control. I aspire to have as little as he did.
The expression on Scarlett Johansson's face interests me as well. I can sympathize because the only group of people who are more likely to get away with copping a feel than gay men, are straight women. I've had women feel my arm coyly, fondle my chest temptingly, slap my buttocks wantonly, and grab my crotch brazenly. As much as I appreciate female attention, much of the attention I receive results in awkward situations. There isn't much one can do other than smile.
I know I smiled when I saw her smiling.
Watch the video.
1.16.2006
Poverty is Good For Me
I've discovered that relative wealth is bad for my waist line. So, I suppose I am saying that I am like the vast majority of Americans who lead the globe in fatness despite the constant parade of beauty queens and body building muscle men on television. Even so, I am not fat, as many people are quick to remind me when I complain of needing to lose two inches on my waist. The difference between me and the average Joe is that I lose the inches so that grown women weep for joy when they gaze upon my chiseled frame. Many of my fellow Americans fear that if they don't lose weight that they will soon forget what their feet look like.
So getting back to the wealth angle, I've noted that I am usually thinner when I am poor. Before I joined the Army I weighed 175 pounds and sported a lean, hungry look. I actually was hungry - I often suspect that I joined the Army because my recruiter fed me every time she saw me. In Iraq, food was in short supply, and I spent a lot of time and energy scheming to acquire as much food as possible. I was so successful that I gained 20 pounds, but the austerity of the conditions there also made it easy to cut back and trim down to achieve that chiseled look. At one point, I am sure I was eating fifty dollars worth of canned tuna and protein bars a week.
Now that I am home, restraint has gone out the window. In fact, as I type this I am eating leftover roast beef from the Blackeyed Pea. Perhaps, when I leave the Army I'll stop drinking all that high calorie beer during weekends and start a poverty diet while I search for employment. It might be good for me. It will at least be lower calorie.
So getting back to the wealth angle, I've noted that I am usually thinner when I am poor. Before I joined the Army I weighed 175 pounds and sported a lean, hungry look. I actually was hungry - I often suspect that I joined the Army because my recruiter fed me every time she saw me. In Iraq, food was in short supply, and I spent a lot of time and energy scheming to acquire as much food as possible. I was so successful that I gained 20 pounds, but the austerity of the conditions there also made it easy to cut back and trim down to achieve that chiseled look. At one point, I am sure I was eating fifty dollars worth of canned tuna and protein bars a week.
Now that I am home, restraint has gone out the window. In fact, as I type this I am eating leftover roast beef from the Blackeyed Pea. Perhaps, when I leave the Army I'll stop drinking all that high calorie beer during weekends and start a poverty diet while I search for employment. It might be good for me. It will at least be lower calorie.
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