The terrorist bombing yesterday in Tel Aviv had the hidden (or not so hidden) hand of Syria behind it.

Syria needs to be taught a lesson. Syria harbors Nazi war criminals, provides sanctuary to terrorist groups and allows terrorists to cross its border into Iraq. Syria also unlawfully occupies Lebanon and is responsible for the recent murder of the former Lebanese Prime Minister. Israel has held its hand for too long. The Israeli Defense Forces know where and how to hit Syria, I’m just curious why it’s taking them so long to do so.

Israel would be entirely justified if it felt like bombing terrorist camps in Damascus as it did last year. My patience is up - Syria needs to shape up or it will undergo a leadership change at the hands of either the American or Israeli army.

These new gummy candies in the shape of roadkill flattened animals are WRONG! Wrong, wrong WRONG! Stop them NOW! Perhaps we can pass a LAW banning the sale of humorous candy.

Blow up the Golden Gate Bridge. That’s my solution to “stopping” people from committing suicide on the bridge. Don’t take half-ass measures like putting up “suicide barriers” or running more “suicide patrols.” Just destroy the bridge and then no one will have the means to commit suicide from it again.

This whole debate is a farce. I listen to distraught parents and loved ones of people who have committed suicide from the bridge speak about their pain, and I know it’s real. Suicide is an awful, horrific thing for the survivors. But what everyone is afraid to tell them is that if the Golden Gate weren’t there their loved ones would still be dead. Because when someone wants to commit suicide they’re going to find a way to do it, one way or another.

Today there was an interview on NPR with some guy who jumped last year and actually survived. He’s now being treated for his depression and is in school at UCSF. The news crew, always eager for a mawkish yet ghoulish moment to display to their listeners, took this poor guy back to the Golden Gate bridge, to the exact place from which he jumped, and then asked him to describe his experience. What do you think he said? “Uhhh, I’m getting chills here, I couldn’t breath on the way down.”

How disgusting. More so, if “suicide barriers” are put up on the bridge they’ll block the view for everyone driving or walking across the bridge, which is the major attraction of the Golden Gate. Why should we block everyone’s view on the off-chance that a few suicidally depressed individuals will have their lives saved? Won’t they try and committ suicide another way? Should we ban aspirin and razor blades as well?

Putting “suicide barriers” up on the bridge is nothing more than destroying the aesthetic qualities of the Golden Gate that make is such an important landmark in San Francisco. I don’t care how many people’s lives are “saved” by destroying the bridge. They’ll find another way to kill themselves anyway. At least if they jump they’ll get some kind of recognition, isn’t that better than taking too many aspirin and dying alone in your bedroom?

Yesterday the Pope calls gay marriage “evil” and today he ends up back in the hospital.

Coincidence? I think not. G-d is pissed off.

I’m sure most people who read this site also read Daily Kos. But do they read US News and World Report as well?

I do, courtesy of Salon.com. As a premium subscriber to Salon.com you receive a free subscription to US News, which can be both a blessing and a curse.

This week’s US News featured a column skewering Daily Kos as “hate filled” and “biased” and basically an example of everything that is wrong with both the Democratic party and the Left in the United States.

But one has to be amused after reading that column to read that Kos is exposing Republican attempts to once again use the death of over 2000 people on September 11 to justify every screwed-up aspect of their agenda.

According to a document from Frank Lutz:

1. All aspects of the economy’s poor performance must be tied into September 11.
2. September 11 must always be mentioned in order to disperse blame for the economic mistakes of the Bush administration.
3. “You can’t go wrong if you continually remind people of the terrorist attacks of September 11.”

Disgusting. But once again no one should be surprised that Republicans are pimping the dead of September 11 for their own political benefit. They don’t care about the people who suffered on 9/11 other than to use them for their own means.

Isn’t sleep supposed to be something that one awakes from rejuvenated and rested? Why do I have nightmares at least once a week that wake me terrified and distraught?

Last night’s dreams consisted of:

1. Someone trying to kill me.
2. Me not being able to get into Studio 54 (strange, because I wasn’t old enough to get into Studio 54 when it was open anyway).
3. Me quitting my job (actually more of a good dream than a nightmare).
4. And something else I have since forgotten but which was nightmare-esque.

I have to get a hold of myself. It’s ridiculous to be plagued like this by my subconscious. These dreams never happened until I moved to San Francisco, well, maybe they did but never with such intensity and frequency. I need a refill on my Ambien prescription.

Presidents Day is a dumb-ass holiday. Why do we have it and what does it mean?

I’m mad because I arrived home from London today and made the extra effort to take my london nightclub-dirty clothes to the dry cleaner and they were “closed for Presidents Day.”

I guess at least Federal employees are probably happy about this holiday, even if I’m not.

Last night was a smashing success and hell of a lot of fun.

We started out with dinner at Hush and then went on to the Kingsley Club for drinks. From there we went to Ministry of Sound and sat in the coolest VIP booth I’ve ever seen. It was a glass box that hovered over the dance floor so we could look out and hear the music at the same time.

I’ve heard bad things about Ministry of Sound, mainly that it’s too commerical and in general I don’t like mega-clubs. But I was pleasantly surprised with the crowd and the music and the service. Both dance floors were large, with plenty of room to dance and the music was really well done throughout.

From Ministry we went to Serious at The Cross, a club near the river Thames which was five tunnels underground, three of them different dancefloors and the other two lounges. This place was also amazing, but super-crowded and with a high Chav (Council-Housed-and-Violent) factor. Still the music was amazing and we met some cool people.

We ended up leaving at 6:00 AM and today I’m wrecked. It’s amazing how much more difficult it is to recover from hard partying when you’re 33 than when you were 23. Still, I love London nightlife and am so glad I had a chance to get back here and enjoy it again.

That’s what I’m getting here in Newcastle as I sit in my hotel and contemplate my last day of work in the UK tomorrow.

The accents this far north are so thick that at times, actually much of the time, I have to ask people to repeat themselves. To me they sound Scottish, and I’m only about 10 miles fom the border with Scotland, but to an Englander they’re all just “Northerners.”

I have now trained, in two days, 8 classes of 10 people each and tomorrow I’ll do my last four. My throat is sore from all this talking and at times I feel robotic, repeating the same things over and over and over. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

… in London.

I arrived in the UK early this morning and set out to my hotel with the idea of fighting jet-lag by spending the day at the British Museum.

Didn’t happen.

I slept from 11:00 until 4:00 and then went to the gym. Now I’m waiting for my boyfriend to show up and from here we’re going to dinner at The Dorchester Grill.

Tomorrow I’m off to the North of the UK until Friday when it’s back to Claridges for the weekend. A weekend, I might add, that promises to be filled with fun and excitement.

The pic is shot of my room. I’m too messy in hotels knowing that a maid will always be around to pick up my clothes.