Stupid is Worse.

 

This morning, The Great Plotnik drank up the last of his Semiramis Blend coffee with cardamom. So down he went to see Samir to have him blend up some more.

When he walked into the shop, Samir was watching Arab TV-news on a TV screen filled with static.

"So Samir," Plotnik said, "you've been in America for 53 years and you're still watching the news in Arabic?"

"Yeah, I get the other side that way. Then I put both sides together and try to sort out the bullshit."

"Do you think Bush is going to send in more troops to Iraq?" I said, and that was like removing the cork from the bottle and somebody had been shaking Samir up for awhile.

"That f---ing a--hole, that stupid f---ing a--hole," is how he began. And ended. Plus more in the middle.

Scooping the French Roast and the Kenya Roast and the cardamom seeds together, he said: "He's gonna kill his party and give power to the crazy jihadists. What an a--hole."

Stirring the beans and cardamon together with a wooden spoon and pouring it into the hopper to make a Turkish grind, he said: "He's gonna make a lot of boys dead, too, and for what? Just because he's..."

"A f---ing a--hole?" Plotnik suggested, as Samir took the beans from the grinder and poured them into in a brown coffee bag.

"No, my friend. A stupid f---ing a--hole. That's a lot worse," Samir finished. "Nine dollars."

Plot paid Samir, picked up his pitas and coffee and came home, which is more than those poor sods that get sent to die in the desert will be able to do, all because of Guess Who.