Yes, I would love to be able learn what has developed a terrorist. It’s puzzling to me how people can find a way to justify murder for political ends and in a manner that doesn’t discriminate between their intended targets and their collateral damage, followed by a justification that allows them to defend their position that even if the victims are all what we would consider “collateral damage” it serves a larger and more glorious purpose. I think that what Osama bin Laden organized in relations to the Twin Towers bombing in 2001 is a shaded scale of terrorism. Henry Kissinger and Richard Nixon, for example, who bombed Cambodia (now Kampuchea) in the interest of killing NVA and Cong who were using Cambodia as a sidestreet to Vietnam, were dropping bombs on a countryside and a people against whom we hadn’t even declared war.

And non-NVA and Cong were killed by it, innocents in a non-combatant country. Later, Kissinger was teaching at Harvard and his classes were well-attended. I would have taken a class from him.

William Ayers, who was present at one fund-raiser for a local community organizer in Chicago, has been dealt with legally and paid for his crimes. Your attitude of vigilantism disturbs me because you are justifying a sort of terrorism of your own. Where the legal means to handle the criminal actions of Ayers are not enough for you, you would do physical violence yourself. And you feel justified because your analysis is keener than any district attorney, court or judge. You are smarter and better than the government, so you want to take the law in your own hands, right? I think you are on the terrorist scale yourself.

Thanks for your comment, thanks for leaving your name. Not many who write as you do have the guts to do so.

I haven’t seen the polls that indicate that everyone who voted for Obama voted for him because of his mixed-race heritage. I voted for his whiteness as much as his blackness, but more importantly I preferred him for President because his policies more reflected my own preferences than did John McCain’s.

Are you really so totally “F”ING Cluless you do not know Ayers IS RESPONSIBE for our banks being robbed, for BLOWING UP Private Firms, US Government/Military Buildings, Police Stations, Police Cars adnd KILLING Americans?

The only damn difference betwee Doren / Ayers and osas bin Laden is the numbr of FDEAD Americans!

Anyone who voted for ODUMA has NO MORE Integrity than he does and he HAS NONE!

And IF I lived where Ayres does, he would damn well
not only know I was there, he sure as hell would not enjoy it!

And FYI CHILD, IT is JUST as Racist to Vote for someone ONLY due to their race as it is to vote against. Thus, MANY who voted for ODUMA are RACISTS!

Neil C. Reinhardt

But seriously, yes, we will be working on this.

Not that size matters or anything.

April, my grandmother had a similar story but instead of Japanese tourists it was Cary Grant being directed by Alfred Hitchcock and instead of a server’s station it was the front door of some fancy hotel.

Anyhow, I have had a most interesting experience at perhaps one of the area’s lesser known, though quite famous in its own right, Greek restaurants. This place is called Phil’s Tara Hideaway (that’s how it’s really spelled, and pronounced, which is the first issue I take with it).

My husband and I went there for his birthday, the only time really that he’s allowed to pick the restaurant. It’s in Stillwater, kind of, in this log cabin looking place (issue two). You go in and the place is always packed (I know this from the looks of the parking lot, and the number of people who travel to this restaurant for miles and miles). They have a horrible, horrible wine list, of which I chose a bottle of Burgundy from a very well known value producer. At the very least the wine would be average, but decent. The server completely fucked up the wine service, I mean horribly. I was cringing. Didn’t even present the bottle to me so I could check the label and reject the wine if necessary. The wine had a big ugly streak of wine running down the front, which told me that it was probably a leaker, therefore damaged. When the server, Pat or Pam or something finally gave my husband the bottle, and he passed it to me I mentioned this to her. She had the gall to tell me that in fact it wasn’t from this bottle but a bottle of merlot that was next to it and spilled on it. At this point I am nearly furious, but keeping my cool since Andy is 100% anti-conflict (ironic). The wine was terrible, but I suffered for him, for his birthday.

Course one rolls out, it’s good, even with my glass of water. We got a little gyro platter, and it was tasty.

Course two rolls out. This is a whacked up chunk of iceburg lettuce, mostly the internal white parts of the core that nobody wants to eat, and its complete with the little purple cabbage ribbons. C’mon, nobody eats that shit. And then Andy and I get into an ugly argument about what the hell’s in ranch dressing anyhow. (issue three, I refuse to eat at any restaurant that serves ranch). Andy likes ranch. Probably more than he likes me at this point. So I am now eating this shit salad and drinking water. Peachy.

Course three comes out, this is duck, which I love, but served on a bed of “risotto”, with some sort of balsamic vinegar reduction, which they frickin smothered the thing in. I must say that the duck itself was lovely, but get the idea behind an accompaniment is that it plays its role in a balanced manner.

Then the funny thing happens. Andy and I have this long standing joke about Japanese tourists (I’m partly Japanese, so I can make fun), and how they always pose for photos. You know, make a peace sign, get down on one knee, hand under the chin, etc. My grandma used to make me do it all the time. And we have another musing about how many people’s pictures you accidentally are in, as you’re walking by or something. So there’s a couple taking a picture at this wonderful restaurant, Phil’s Tara Hideaway, as they’re visiting from Missouri. The hostess is helping them out, and we’re sitting right by the hostess station. We are going to be in the background, and thus on their refrigerator. Exciting. So Andy gives a big smile and I shoot them a peace sign. We are laughing. Then, we see them looking at the window on their camera and then they look over at us. We forgot that everybody has digital cameras now. So we’re laughing harder. They relocate to another part of the restaurant for their photo shoot, because they hate us and want a nice picture of their experience here. The hostess comes back, looks over at us and smiles.

Malanie: I’m so glad you commented on this post, because it gives me the chance to say that all the Greek Restaurants in Minneapolis don’t amount to a hill of beans compared to YOUR cooking!!!!!