Someone in Cairo Is Missing a Pair

*****I rant a little bit lot in this post and make frequent references to the dangly parts of male genitalia.  If you can’t hang, then come back tomorrow.*****

  The mobs in Cairo were growing.  It was frightening to everyone inside the American embassy.  After several hours, the embassy released a statement:

The Embassy of the United States in Cairo condemns the continuing efforts by misguided individuals to hurt the religious feelings of Muslims….

Seriously?  Are you kidding me?

The wild savages (and the people attacking the embassies are savages) were beating on the doors. The protestors scaled our walls, took down our flag, and replaced it with the flag of our sworn enemy…….and this num-nutz says “I’m sorry if your feeeelings got hurt.”  Why not just cut to the chase and beg “Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me.”? Once upon a time we didn’t negotiate with terrorists, now it would appear that we whine at them.

I don’t know who this sackless wonder is, but I know that he needs to be fired.  This wuss baby has harmed the image of the United States in a region of the world known for respecting only strength.  Does that statement look strong to you?  Why don’t we just invite the terrorists in to play dollies and have a snack?

The Diplomatic Corps  has a minimum standard for intelligence and education, what they need to have is a minimum standard for testicular fortitude.  They need to be MEN, even the women need to have big brass ones!

Being a diplomat isn’t all having tea with the Queen of England and la-di-dah.  No sir!  Often it’s trying to talk to and live among some very scary people.  Sometimes it means that savages are beating on the very door behind which you’re standing. That’s some scary sh stuff right there!  We need people who are prepared to grab sack and get on with it!  What we don’t need is whiny babies who start to blubber and cry because the boogey man they didn’t believe in is screaming for their blood.

The folks in those embassies represent the American people.  What kind of people are we really, and whom do we want to be?  Do we want to be crying in the corner because we’re frightened, or do we want to be the people who say

“We don’t apologize for the freedoms of our people.  Ever.  We may not always agree with them, but by golly you’re not going to scare us into taking that freedom away.”

 Let’s find the wienie in Cairo and send him home where he can hug his blankie and suck his wittle thumb.  He’s missing his cojones (that’s Spanish for balls, y’all) and that means he’s no longer fit for duty.