I was good friends with the CIA operative in the consulate. His title was Secretary of something or other, but we all knew his mission here. And we ha... become buddies. He was more than happy to help me out as long as it did not compromise any ongoing missions.In fact he was glad to help me. The family my little buttercup belonged to had known ties to Al Qaeda in North Africa. It would be a welcome venture to strike at them in this way, just to get a little of our own back in a small way. They. When you buy something, you put money in people’s pockets, and give them dignity for their skills.When you give someone something for nothing, you rob them of their dignity and self-worth.Capitalism is freely giving your money in exchange for something of value.Socialism is taking your money against your will and shoving something down your throat that you never asked for.I’ve decided I can’t be politically correct anymore. (I never was, actually)This one is compliments of John A.Heavens to. He knew as well as anyone aboard what the operating envelope for an aging passenger liner was. He had probably had the navigator working on a solution to keep him busy. Still staring at the screens he waved in the direction of the scanner techs. "Mr. Clemens?" Sir, our scanner match Union Military hull types, but the engine readings do not match. We can see several weapons systems that are live, including missiles, and an Ion cannon that is on standby, but not targeted. I cannot give you a. Aunt Dorothy would talk to me about anything, anytime, being open and honest. Sometimes, she was a little too clinical, but she was a nurse. She taught me about sex. I don’t mean Aunt Dorothy fucked me. She had said, ‘I’m a lesbian, Jimmy. I like men. I just don’t like to fuck them. But even if I liked to fuck men, I wouldn’t fuck you because you’re my nephew and I’m your aunt and your legal guardian, so quit getting hard every time you look at me.’ Aunt Linda was an entirely different matter..