Maserati loves company.

No, I don’t think so. It is/was nice to have service recognized and respected when I returned home. Especially as I’m mindful of how poorly our Vietnam-era forebears were treated.

No, don’t be bummed. What he did was the most diplomatic and tasteful compromise I can think of.

Sure is interesting how this gentleman, and most of the other veterans I know (myself included) have become this endangered species whose feelings and honor must be protected by the brave patriots in the bleachers and on twitter!

I mean, feel free to explain to little Janie all about your Randian jerkoff fantasy and how her mother is a leech on the system but Janie is eight and she’s hungry and she doesn’t understand why adults who have food won’t give her food when she’s hungry.

Here you go: You’re a dick.

My wife pointed out to me that the class of submarine they show in the movie is the Russian Akula class. They literally jump the shark (akula in Russian) right there in the trailer.

Better idea:

i’m going Hand Gliding next week and i certainly hope i don’t crash land in some Bob Wire and cut myself up!! i was so scared of that possibility that i curled up in the Feeble Position while thinking about it last night. that said For All Intensive Purposes it’s pretty safe so really it’s a Mood Point. anyway this is…

What a goofy argument.