Good joke, very funny…see, there ya go, now your having fun

“fixated on homosexuality” hahahahah…that was great. Hilarious lol

“Should you have any further comments about the article rather than the personalities of commenters, please feel free to share them with me.”….

Ah, rules….the relationship is breaking down already and we just met. Next you’ll want the cabin and the dog. I can’t live like this…this..this is opppression.

You have taken what I said as, what? As insult?…it seems you have no sense of humor…get out from under the bed and stop being such a big Nelly. There was no insult.

I was commenting on how bright your comment was P J in a light-hearted fashion…childish rants you say lol. I can see the child is dead inside of you. And once it leaves…there no more Santa Claus for you.

Research? Lol Taliban? Lol

I do know you Americans fellas are guarding the poppies in Afghanistan, and the Taliban irradicated them just after 911. We may not like them, (the Taliban) but they don’t like heroin. Why are American soldiers guarding Opium poppies do ya think.? Here’s a better question, why would any decent honorable soldier guard poppies for Washington?

“Of course, you would prefer to sit in Omaha and play with your drones.

Sad, really sad.”

What are you talking about P J?

The last part of your Internet handle should be Pajamas…P J Pajamas, not PJ London. Say it a few times…see it works better huh.

Why would I want to go and sit in Omaha of all places. And play with drones. I’m in Canada, beautiful northern Canada. Dr

Kipling! you quote me Kipling, you quote me words from a master Mason…

“Tho’ I’ve belted you and flayed you,

By the livin’ Gawd that made you,

You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!”

The author of Gunga Din…and the scrivener who verbosely wrote “Into the breach, and The last of the Light Brigade”  He was that twit that Cecil Rhodes was doing the nasty with, when he was in Capetown. I was almost positive Kipling was Cecil Rhodes cabana boy…maybe he was Milner’s. Anyway… He would get all oiled up and sit around the Cecil’s pool with Alfred Milner and the rest, drinking tea, served by wogs, and ya gotta beat them everyday. Writing his stiff upper lip Johnny verses about being part of the Anglo-American establishment. He got scared in Afghanistan too. I think they buggered him there.

Oh, just the greatest recursive irony of ironies.

‘Back in Houston, the Taliban was learning how the “other half lives,” and according to The Telegraph, “stayed in a five-star hotel and were chauffeured in a company minibus.” The Taliban representatives “…were amazed by the luxurious homes of Texan oil barons. Invited to dinner at the palatial home of Martin Miller, a vice-president of Unocal, they marvelled at his swimming pool, views of the golf course and six bathrooms.” Mr. Miller, said he hoped that UNOCAL had clinched the deal.’

So your childish rants are meaningless. Unless it is to amuse the children.

Clearly you have never met a ‘Taliban’ probably never studied the region or history.
May I suggest :

‘If your officer’s dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it’s ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .

When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An’ go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!’

from A Young British Soldier by Rudyard Kipling.

Of course, you would prefer to sit in Omaha and play with your drones.
Sad, really sad.