I touched upon this story briefly during our weekend wrap-up of the news (a new benchmark bit for this website, so keep an eye out for it), and I was surprised as to how bothered I was by it in the fresh light of morning. I mean, how in the name of Journalism isn't the biggest story in the Nation (I'll grant that the international media might be a bit busy with Israel's goings on and the strangeness of the Ukraine).
As we wade deep into Hurricane season, our minds (or at least mine does, as a resident of the Gulf a Coast) turn to being sure we are prepared for these devastating storms. We've all seen the devastation... The loss of life and ruination of property; living breathing nightmares flashing. Across our televisions in the wake of these true monsters. And In their wake, we always find ourselves in the aftermath of hurricanes asking just what we could have done to better warn the victims of these manifestations of God's wrath.
And thanks to the University of Illinois, a solution has finally been found...
Stop giving them girl names.
Ever since I was a young man, there has been a problem with Israel and Palestinians. Thirty six years of those two just going after one another like dogs, with the United States standing between the two sides holding the leash just keeping the two from going at one another.
My entire life they have been going at it, and my entire life our media has gone ape shit dreaming of the day that through our mere greatness, we can simply will what a grudge match as long as history hasn't been able to settle... Peace in Israel.
Do you smell what Kim Jong-Un is cooking? It’s probably human flesh because death-by-flamethrower is but one of many capital punishment techniques in the arsenal of the world’s premier diabetic despot. Not only that, North Korea’s Dear Leader is also preparing to temporarily replace lofty ambitions of nuclear missilesdecimating the American West Coast with missile dropkicks careening into the solar plexuses of baby oil-glazed gladiators.