TC the Terrible

I’ve thought for a while now that the Army was making progress in Iraq.  Now it seems that the rest of you are catching on too.

USA Today and AP News (via BrietBart) are both reporting that more Americans are starting to understand that.  That’s good news for the Iraqi people that are trying to figure out how to have a democracy that does not split their nation apart.  It’s bad news for the Iranians that are trying to create a new hell on Earth in Iraq and breed more terrorists.

Now if the American public will just show the balls to hang in there until Iraq is on steady ground.

Ok, I’m a day late with this, but why all the hate for Jeri Thompson? Can’t an old guy get up with a hottie 25 years younger? What’s wrong with that when she’s already over 40? It’s not child molestation and she knew that his birthday suit needed ironing when she met him.

So I don’t get it why the Post was all about the hate yesterday. Unless the editors are just jealous that they aren’t the old guy banging away on a gal that hit forty without her tits hitting her lap. Not a real solid reason for discounting a potential Republican presidential candidate. But then it’s not really like the Post needs a good reason to go after anyone that is not a Democrat. I guess that talking about how un-Republican he is for a Republican would be too easy. After all, I can’t find any Republican out there that is more than mildly supportive of his non-candidatacy. So going after him on the issues isn’t really needed.

But all of this pales with the real news from yesterday. THE WOMAN found a Sonic near our house. Now, near is always a matter of perspective and in this case near is a sixty-two mile one way trip. And it was worth every minute spent behind the wheel.

I normally go for the foot long chili cheese cony. Normally that is, but yesterday I was tempted by the Spicy Southwest SuperSONIC® Cheeseburger which was pure heaven. It was two juicy patties and two slices of pepper jack cheese, topped with crispy jalapeño strips and creamy chipotle sauce that was outstanding. Add to that a Route 44 Cherry Lime-aid and a half pound of tater tots and you know that I was one damned happy camper. The Butterfinger Blast was just icing on the cake so to speak.

Did I pay for it later? You bet I did. All night.

Will I make the road trip again next week. Damned straight I will.