“Lord, do not trouble yourself, for I am not worthy to have you come under my roof. 7 Therefore I did not presume to come to you. But say the word, and let my servant be healed. 8 For I too am a man set under authority, with soldiers under me: and I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes; and to another, ‘Come,’ and he comes; and to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.”
Now, I know little about international politics. I’m a Texan, and if you know Texans, we generally center on just keeping them Meskins off the fence. This having been said, while I was watching James Randi do his rope trick on YouTube last night, you should go see that by the way, I made a mental connection between Randi slipping out of a secure knot and the Great Monkeysama in Saudi Arabia uttering the magic words, “I wasn’t wid dem brothas.”
Now let me get this right. A team of up to twenty people book a flight from Mecca to Turkey, including a doctor. They all show up at the Saudi Arabian embassy. A reporter, whom had issue with the powers that be back at the old Kabba shows up to buy a pack of cigarettes, goes into the embassy, gets tortured, choked, the doctor pronounces him dead, ends up being processed into the finest Persian Rug you ever saw in your life, all on audio tape, and nobody saw anything. If you believe that, have I got a Mosque for you, and it’s on SALE!
The CIA says the Crown Prince probably had something to do with it. Well, “DUH!” First “intelligent” thing I’ve seen come out of them in fifty years. You remember the CIA, folks. Yeah. The guys who said some nerd in a window was a lone shooter on November 22, 1963 while everyone and their dog in Dealy Plaza was ducking bullets. Yeah, our “intelligence!” I feel so served and protected.
President Trump said, “Au Contrairé! Ali Salami is a down guy. He says we’re cool, and we give him rifles, and bullets, and planes, trains, and automobiles.” THAT’S the real deal folks. Ask yourself. What would a single reporter be onto that was so important that a team was dispatched to turn him into shish ka bob? Billion dollar arms deal! Told you I was simple. Trump is selling guns and whiskey to the Indians.
Why does Saudi Arabia need such a vast amount of armaments? Because NOBODY in the “Religion of Peace” gets along, that’s why. Kinda like Baptists and Pentecostals, only with a Cruise Missile. These jugheads have been at each other’s throats ever since that guy ran out of Mohammed’s tent screaming that he was dead. And they wanna always blame the white eyes.
The Crown Prince has a very big deal going right now, and the reporter was onto him. That, and in a country where beheading a pretty girl for being pretty is business as usual, slicing up a pesky reporter should be no big deal. But, now Trump is portraying them as being our “staunchest ally!” ISRAEL is our staunchest ally! Saudis fly planes into buildings, you numb nut!
So, there you have it. International politics 101 from a Texas slant. Guns for money, dead reporters, divergent opinions from multiple government agencies, dead pretty girls, and a partridge inna pear treeeeeeee! I got to get back to the border. They do all look alike! (Tip of the hat to Brother Theo for His scholarly input on this one.)
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