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Have it your way, sparky

The Egyptian Minister for Planning and International Cooperation has publicly stated that Egypt doesn’t need the $250 million a year that the United States gives to Egypt as economic aid.  Apparently a quarter of a billion dollars is a drop in the bucket for Egypt.  If so, then congratulations are in order to the Egyptians.

Of course, we also send $1.3 billion in military aid to the Egyptians, which brings our total to around $1.5 billion a year in aid of one form or another.  For that we get……

Hmmmmmm

The Egyptians sent a contingent of troops to help us in …..

Nope, not that.

The Egyptians give us basing rights in ……

No, not that either.

Hmmmm

Wait, I’ve got it.  We give them about a billion and a half in total aid every year so they’ll keep their promise to not be belligerent towards Israel and keep a lid on Islamic terrorists and hate-mongers in their country…..

Wait, they stopped doing that last year.

OK, how about this:


Dear Egypt,

We’re so glad to hear that you’re doing so well that the yearly check from Uncle Sam is really not needed to meet your basic needs anymore.  Congratulations on maturing as a nation and country.   People have been living in the Nile valley for a few thousand years, and y’all used to rule a big chunk of Africa and the Mid-East, so it’s no surprise to us, a country that’s less than 250 years old, that you could pull yourself up by your bootstraps and provide for yourself.

We’re so proud of you that we’ve decided it’s time you learned to ride that big “I’m my own sovereign country and don’t need anyone” bike without training wheels.  Here’s what we’re going to do:  We’re going to stop sending those economic and military aid checks every year, and we’re going to stop spending money to watch you and the Israelis flip each other off in the Sinai.  That way you can look yourself in the mirror and say “If I get my ass kicked by the Israelis again, it’ll be on my own terms.  I don’t need food, tanks, or training from anyone to get my teeth knocked down my throat in the middle of my own stretch of god-forsaken desert.”

That way you can be the grown-up nation we always hoped you could be.  Don’t worry, we’ll still be here in the event that you decide you need someone to help keep the lights on, or show you how to clean up that lovely canal you got from our European cousins.  Of course, you know you can also call your Uncle China or Auntie Russia if you get in a jam.  I know they’ll be just as generous as we have been and won’t ask for anything in return.

Good luck!  And remember, part of being an adult is to not annoy the neighbors.  I’d hate to have to burn down your whole country because you can’t control your own crazies and someone does something stupid against Americans either at home or abroad.  Like the old running song says “‘Cause napalm sticks to pyramids!”.

Hugs and kisses,

The American Taxpayer

Quote of the Day

(My former mother-in-law was one of those people who were aghast at the notion of someone arming themselves for self-defense. When I asked her what her plan was if she ever get mugged, she said, “Reason with them. Everyone wants to be respected.”) Well, some people don’t care about reasoning with you because you’re not a person to them. They don’t give a shit about being respected, at least not in the way you understand the word. You’re a food animal. — Marko Kloos, the ethics of going armed

30 Days of Churchill – Day 11

Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter.  — My Early Life, A Roving Commission (1930)

Today’s Earworm

My memory of Minnie Pearl starts a few decades after the picture in this video was taken, but man, she was pretty.

News Roundup

  • From the “Ouch” Department – A woman in California recently gave birth to a healthy 13 pound baby boy.  Before you ladies cross your legs, it was a Caesarian.  Reports are that the lad didn’t fit in any of his baby clothes, so mom and dad get to go out and go shopping immediately.  All I can say is “I feel your pain”.  Boo wasn’t that big at birth, but he passed up 13 pounds early and fast.  Is it just me, or are there a lot of reports of abnormally large newborns lately?
  • From the “Cute and Cuddly” Department – An aging gorilla at the zoo in Erie, Pennsylvania, has latched onto the pet rabbit her keepers gave her to keep her company.  The gorilla is sharing space, food, and attention with the rabbit, which is a good sign.  I was surprised to learn that no-one named George or Lennie was involved in this story.
  • From the “Thieves in the Night” Department – A group of men claiming to be police robbed a home in Arizona on Sunday.  They disabled the porch lighting of the home, banged on the door, shouted “Police!”, and robbed the couple who lived there when they opened the door.  And people wonder why no-knock raids are such a bad idea.  If the criminals are forcing their way in shouting “Police!”, how are we supposed to know it’s legitimate when the police themselves do it?  Wait to see if they shoot the dog?
  • From the “Knock in the Night” Department – The police chief of Berkeley, California, just kicked things up a notch in the  “Constitution?  Never hoid of it!” debate.  He took umbrage at what someone wrote in the local fishwrap, so he called up a police sergeant and had him go over to the reporter’s home for a little chat.  Nothing intimidating about that, is there?  I mean, it’s not like he sent an armed government authority figure with the perceived power to kill someone in the name of officer safety to discuss the contents of a published newspaper article or anything.  Of course, once the sun came up and his actions were brought to light, he played the “Who me?  Oh gosh, I guess that was insensitive” card.  I guess Mr. Meehan needs to read up on his local history a bit.

30 Days of Churchill – Day 10

Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, ‘This was their finest hour.’ — Speech in the House of Commons, June 18, 1940

Today’s Earworm

Today’s Earworm

This one is dedicated to Irish Woman, who spent her Sunday afternoon and evening digging wet Kentucky clay out so we could put in garden beds.

30 Days of Churchill – Day 9

They are afraid of words and thoughts; words spoken abroad, thoughts stirring at home — all the more powerful because forbidden — terrify them. A little mouse of thought appears in the room, and even the mightiest potentates are thrown into panic. They make frantic efforts to bar our thoughts and words; they are afraid of the workings of the human mind. — “The Defence of Freedom and Peace (The Lights are Going Out)”, radio broadcast to the United States and to London (16 October 1938)

My Take – If you are afraid to let the truth see the light of day, you’re probably doing something either illegal or immoral.  Stop it, you might go blind.

Thoughts on the Day

  • You know you’re a grownup when sleeping in past 7 AM feels absolutely decedent.
  • Spring must be here.  The wait to check out at the hardware store/lumber yard was 30 minutes, and all of the men had outdoor project supplies.
  • Requests to purchase chicks to raise for meat and eggs have been officially denied by higher command.
  • Borrowing a method of accounting from another blogger, I can report that today I bought three Mosin Nagant 91/30 rifles worth of lumber and hardware this morning.
  • It’s amazing how easily and quickly I can knock together raised garden beds when I refuse to do anything until Irish Woman provides me with a to-scale diagram of what she wants, complete with measurements.
  • Just for future reference, two 1″ X 6″ boards lined up do not come to a 12 inch expanse.  It comes to 11 3/8 inches.  Please plan accordingly.
  • Also, remember how to multiply complex fractions.
  • When I get to heaven, I’m going to look up the Irish Woman’s ancestors and thank them profusely  for giving her good taste in bourbon.
  • There ain’t no drama like family drama, ’cause family drama don’t stop.