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I just finished a sarcastic update to a post I originally made, yesterday. One of the changes I made was adding a comment about this being Friday, and we’re already past due for “that thick necked guy’s” beheading. After clicking the WordPress “update” button on my post, I looked at the news and discovered that they did it. They beheaded Alan Henning, the man shown in this wexBlog post’s headline file photo, who as a volunteer giving aid is shown holding a little baby. His purpose for being “over there” was to make other people’s lives better.

Iraq has been sadly transformed into a fool’s paradise by our actions, since 2003. The more that we push, the more that “they” push back. Disengagement is the only way to settle the Middle Eastern firestorm that we started. Short of turning the region into an atomic ashtray, we have no means of fixing the problem that we created with our invasion of Iraq. Only those who live there can fix what we broke in a way that suits them, not us.

I hope that western do-gooders understand that the Middle East is off limits. No matter what we do for them, they don’t like what we’ve done to them, and can you blame them? Hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of Iraqis did not deserve to die in Bush’s “war on terror,” and this is payback. Let’s not pay back the payback. Let’s mind our own business and leave those people alone.

Here’s a link: http://leaksource.info/2014/10/03/graphic-video-islamic-state-beheads-british-aid-worker-alan-henning/

As for my own crass remarks about Alan Henning, I will leave them to remind myself that sometimes my own heartlessness can go one fibrulation too far. Alan Henning’s death certainly is tragic, as demonstrated by the photo of him joyously holding a little baby and making the world just a tiny bit better. Goodbye, Mr. Henning. So sorry to see you taken far too soon.

NOTE (particularly to my father): My disclosure of self criticism is not an invitation for you to use my words against me.

I’ve never given much thought to potential dangers in the real estate business. To me, it’s a profession right up there with apple pie and baseball. House hunting is a family affair (boring as it is, like shopping for a new mattress), even when the customer is single. It’s safer than re-shelving books at the library, or at least that’s what I’ve always thought. Apparently, Jack the Ripper disagrees.