Israel just assassinated the Commander in Chief of the Iranian military, along with a long list of its top commanders, and set the Headquarters of the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps on fire in the middle of Tehran.
Just open any news source on the planet for details, and get ready for every pissed off Muslim in America to invite you over for coffee and pie.
UPDATE 1:
Now that I think about it a little further, I don't think they're going to invite any of us over for coffee and pie.
UPDATE 2:
I do believe, but cannot confirm widespread reports, that afterwards, Netanyahu sent Al Jizzera a picture of the Ayatolla getting the finger with a gigantic circumcized dick in his ass.
I'm guessing it's probably not true, but from what I'm seeing, I wouldn't rule it out. lol
I am sitting in the military lounge at the airport, and waiting to board my First Class flight back to Vegas. I've already made some new friends, one a Sergeant First Class Army, and an Air Force Lt Colonel, and after several delicious beverages, and a few cool 80s music videos, we've all agreed that strength is what makes beauty possible, but beauty is what makes strength matter. If we're really being honest, any and every man who ever took a risk to make the world a better place, did so in hope of furthering and enjoying its beauty. I think that's what I like so much about Vegas--for all its faults, it's the one place in the world that recognizes beauty as a fundamental primal human need, and works to satisfy it.
We can live the most honorable and principled and moral existence in the world--but WHY?
To work without reward is the life of a slave, but to work for a beautiful world that all our risk has made possible--can there be anything closer to godhood than this?
I don't know what I love more about Las Vegas--that it is the most beautiful place in the world, or that it is filled with those who have made a beautiful world their entire purpose in life. Either or both is just fine with me. :)
With a little more deliberation in the choice of their pursuits, all men would perhaps become essentially students and observers, for certainly their nature and destiny are interesting to all alike. In accumulating property for ourselves or our posterity, in founding a family or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortal; but in dealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change nor accident. The oldest Egyptian or Hindoo philosopher raised a corner of the veil from the statue of the divinity; and still the trembling robe remains raised, and I gaze upon as fresh a glory as he did, since it was I in him that was then so bold, and it is he in me that now reviews the vision. No dust has settled on that robe; no time has elapsed since that divinity was revealed. That time which we really improve, or which is improvable, is neither past, present, nor future.
Apparently, Bavarians consider their sausages to be atheists, and on no account should be in the presence of church bells. Fucking godless heathens. I swear, they can't even be trusted with a pretzel. You can't take the fuckin Bavarians anywhere. Who the hell makes white sausages anyway? Are they TRYING to summon the Devil?
Would YOU trust a white sausage a Bavarian warns you off of church bells about?
Would YOU stick THAT Sodomite abomination in YOUR mouth?
Deployments of the B-2 Spirit to Diego Garcia in the Indian Ocean are currently underway. Two aircraft from the 509th Bomb Wing have already landed, while two others are en route from Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri.
I'm not saying I disagree with Trump or anything, but it might have been a little over the line to finish the humiliation slapdown by whipping out his dick, pissing in Zelensky's face, then donkeypunching him, and leaving him knocked out cold with a chest blumpkin and a Dirty Sanchez, and taking tuns teabagging him with JD Vance. I was okay with everything up until the teabagging, but I didn't need to see a set of bouncing hairy russet potatoes.
