Beautiful handfuls

I’m discovering another aspect about beautiful women. They need a lot of attention, not because they are insecure, mais non, but because they are accustomed to being the center of their world, they think that’s all there is. And why not I guess, they never had anything else.

Et de plus elles vous accuse of not appreciating anything other than their beauty, without offering other talents: bad taste, small problems, little interest in you. And so I am feeling inadequate to handle them.

I’m reminded of being with Sz in the grocery store. Sz was arrestingly beautiful and she would always eat nuts and produce by the handful, browsing the aisles without paying. I would be embarrassed and afraid to be caught, I’d ask her not to do it. But of course I was only getting in her way because beautiful girls get away with anything.

It was fun. I could drive twice the speed limit, get pulled over, and be sent off with a smile. Three times.

Koran flushing

Sacreligious treatment of the Koran. Not THE Koran, nor A Koran, but someone’s OWN Koran. A bible-thumper might appreciate this distinction more than the average near-secular American.

Guantanamo interrogators weren’t flushing a Gideon Bible down the toilet, some vinyl-covered copy glimpsed only briefly in a hotel room drawer, nor even a Family Bible, a nicer copy kept on a lower shelf in the family den.

The Holy books destroyed at US facilities are PERSONAL COPIES, given to individuals at Confirmation or First Communion, carried around to daily or weekly meetings, with inscriptions from relatives and teachers and loved ones, with personal inscriptions, study points in the margins, journal entries, or family records.

These are what the US wardens were abusing before the tears of their owners. The political prisoners where often brought with not even the clothes on their backs, but they were allowed their Korans. Perhaps because our Afgan surrogates, the Moslems doing our bidding, would not conceive of depriving the captives of their Korans.

These are the Korans we are desecrating.

Bumper sticker literacy

Here’s a way to keep a healthy distance from idiots on the road. You can assess their IQ by the accumulation of particular bumper stickers.

And they’re not particularly uncommon, so you won’t get bored looking for them.

Additional note: it’s possible these stickers come without instructions, because they are rarely to be found on the bumper.

FISH = Christian idiot.

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RIBBON = Conformist idiot.

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W 04 = Trifecta!