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Damnit.

It looks like my weakness for intelligent, sexy women seems to not only have come around to bite me in the ass, but it’s also left an ideological tattoo that I’ll have trouble explaining to even my grandchildren.

I wouldn’t have thought too much of it if I had fallen to the charms of one my faves (Soledad O’Brien, Lisa Ling, Aisha Tyler, Ming Na), but this time it comes in the form of someone whom lies in the land of 180 degrees away from all thats liberally sane and hopeful. ^^

Now…see…when conservative pundit Michelle Malkin was looking for a new host for her popular blog a while back, I suggested my webhost, Hosting Matters. (Yes, I read Michelle. Gotta hear more than one side, right? Well, why not from a well written cutie pie?)

While I never heard back from her (I am just a lowly liberal type of guy ^_-), I found it very interesting to discover months down the road that she was actually using Hosting Matters as her new webhost.

(Note: I have no proof that she actually decided on Hosting Matters based on my suggestion. But it does make for a very interesting coincidence ^^)

Not only did Michelle take advantage of this excellent webhost, but apparantely she successfully recommended it to a number of her pundit friends, including other popular conservative blogs, like Instapundit and Power Line.

Fast forward to late January: the whole Mohammed cartoon fiasco. Michelle posts the actual cartoons on her blog. (Brave…Stupid…you decide)

Fast forward to today: Hosting Matters gets a denial of service attack from Saudi Arabia. All of the blogs go down big time.

Still today: Because of this DOS attack, all my sites go down too!!! (F me!)

Bleh.

So much for helping just for charity (and cutie’s) sake…

Why is it that every time…EVERY DAMN TIME…I get ready to make plans for my long awaited pilgrimage to the land of Sphinx and Sand, it turns into the land of Carnage and Tears?

Is it too much to ask for a little 2 or 3 year window? Put the anger and agenda away for a little while and go to the beach. Play a lot of soccer. Have a couple extra kids. See what your fellow anger management brethern are doing in other parts of the world. Anything that tickles your fancy (and occupies your time).

Please find in your hearts to make some time to allow this tan gentleman to come over to the land that’s been calling him for years. May he return home free of shrapnel and fully limbed…

(Fuck middle east peace & harmony & future. I wanna see some damn pyramids!)