Saturday, August 14, 2010
Don't Try to Fly Below My Gaydar
I haven't flown since 1992, when I returned from my last overseas assignment in the Air Force. I didn't mean for it to be my last overseas assignment, but then Clinton got elected and I ran for the exit.
I would rather drive for four days (my average time from DC to L.A.) than endure four hours of abuse by jerks like this -- a jerk our idiot youth have decided to make into a national folk hero.
I blame the public schools.
But, I digress.
When I first caught a glimpse of Slater, my gaydar went BlipBlipBlipBlipBlip! True, he had an ex-wife. But she had nothing but praise for him. How often does THAT happen??
The second clue was that he grabbed two beers before sliding down the escape chute rather than two wine coolers.
It's a burden being right 100% of the time.