Who Do You Hate?

What is the meaning of this mainstream media bias that lets the attacks on Israel go unreported? 

Are we afraid of Armageddon?

Are we compassionate for every other group that is hated, but not the Jews?

Is this politically correct?  Does that mean that political correctness is just another way to distance ourselves from others?   

Are people who don't care about the Jews in Israel,  the Karen in Burma, the Somalians and other African groups, any better than those who torment and kill those people?

Clean your mirrors, people.  The problem lies in all of us.   Who do you hate?

Just Plane Miserable

Could the flight have been more bumpy?  Yes, I guess it could.  
Could there have been more seats squashed in together?  No, I don't think there could.
Could I have lost my lunch?  Yes, but I didn't (quite.)
Would I ever do it, again?  Yes, because being there was worth the misery.

I had not flown for 30 years.  Same airlines, but what a difference!  

Now, Really!

Is it not bad enough to see young girls showing way too much skin?  You are old enough to know better.  The wrinkly legs sticking out of your too short shorts are a little over the top, so to speak!
Same place, different direction:  You look nice.  your walker and your culottes complement each other! :)

One More Time

1. There is a difference between cool and cold.  Stainless steel large appliances are cold!

2. There is a difference between cute, sexy and "uh, no."  Wearing shorts that are too short, tight, flimsy or all three is not cute and not even sexy...

3.  If I keep hanging up on your recorded calls, it's rather silly to keep sending the exact same recorded call! 

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Walk Away!

OK, it may have looked good in that dressing room mirror from the front, from the sides and even from the back, but if you had walked away you might have noticed that those highly contrasting wide horizontal stripes sharply bouncing over your round buns might attract unfavorable attention.  Walk away from that mirror.  Please?!

Back Off!

Look, lady, I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, I really do.  I'm not sure how you rear end me while I'm stopped at an intersection... with a stop sign, at which you will have to stop, and not even get out and apologise.  Your hair color would not seem to indicate that you just learned to drive.  Oh, I just thought, maybe you don't have a drivers licence, at all!  Watch it.  I may get out and discuss the matter, next time.

Now, Look...

... those aren't shorts.  They ought to have their own name.  Perhaps "Naughts." 
They are not cute.  They are not even sexy, in real life.  You can not sit on them.  When you walk your loose skin ripples.  When you stand still with your knees locked, well, from the back you remind me of those flat wooden ice cream spoons, dipped in some dark topping.  Are you sure you didn't get mixed up and buy underwear?  Huh?