By now we've all read about the massacre at the UN offices in Mazar-i-Sharif. And when you're looking for an arsonist, you can usually start with the guy holding the matches and the gasoline can.
Pathetic, belligerent, brain-dead, god-bothering nobody Terry Jones, step forward.
Most of what needs to be said about this Fred-Phelps-wannabe waste of amino acids has already been said, so in the interests of tipping the balance back toward sanity, I'd just like to note for the record that when history renders its judgment, the only Terry Jones who should be remembered is this one.
OK, so the guy's got some skeletons in his closet.
But contrast that with this ...
I think we all know which way the scales are going to tip.
(ETA: Looks like Jymn's on the same wavelength this morning.)
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