Lt. Andrew Bacevich, thank you.

I don't post many serious things on this blog. Today is an exception.

I work at an Air Force base, as many of you know. Part of working on an air base, especially during wartime, means that you are constantly made aware of men and women dying in the line of duty.

I just stood outside on the side of the road, along with many others, to pay my respects to Army First Lieutenant Andrew Bacevich as his body, and his family, drove past. His remains had been brought to Hanscom Air Field, as he was a native of Walpole, MA.

I've only paid my respects in this fashion twice, as I was not on Base for one reason or another the other few times this has occurred. And despite only doing this twice, I am tired of it. Once is too often.

This is not because I am in opposition of the war. I am actually one of about the four people who actually supports the war in Iraq to this very day. I hate war, but I believe this is one that is necessary. But whether you agree or disagree with the war is not what this is about. This is about my simply being tired of watching kids younger than I am die horrible deaths. I am so exhausted over standing at the side of the road with my hand over my heart and a catch in my throat thinking of how these servicemen and women, who should be at home enjoying life with their wives, husbands, children, girlfriends, boyfriends, family and friends, are instead lying mutilated in a closed casket.

And I hate the motherfuckers that did it to them.

But I am so grateful to these soldiers and to their families for making the ultimate sacrifice.

Not my most eloquent post ever, but I don't know else to say other than that.

Sinead O'Connor is a douche.

I was just thinking about Sinead O'Connor's outburst on Saturday Night Live about 15 years ago. You know, that famous one where she sang her song and then took out a picture of Pope John Paul II, trash-talked him to the hilt, and then ripped it up?

What a bitch.

What did the Pope ever do to her? He was just a little, sick old man. That's like going to your local nursing home and screaming at and beating the residents.

And 'Karen's Random Thought of the Day' has been brought to you by the letter D. D is for douchebag. Like Ms. O'Connor.

Fuck you, Whole Foods.

Yeah, you read it, bitches. You money-grubbing, organic-loving, jerk-offs.

You steal my money and then you give me grass calzones.

I ordered a spinach calzone from Whole Foods some time ago. Anyone who knows what a calzone looks like knows that you can't see inside the calzone to take a glance at what you're ordering. You're taking a risk everytime you order a new calzone.

But I like spinach. A lot. I know, I'm a weird kid. What can I say!?

So I took the risk. I figured--cheese and spinach melted inside bread. How can they mess that up?

Well, I sit down to lunch and slice through my calzone to find it is filled with fucking grass clippings. No, really. I swear. This was NOT spinach by any stretch of the imagination. Somebody got paid to collect their freshly-mowed lawn clippings and give them to Whole Foods to put in their fucking calzones.

What the FUCK. I am HUNGRY. This is not cool.

And then, I dig ever further to find a white blob of some curdled shit. Right in the center. This shit isn't even distributed evenly. It is ricotta and feta cheese. I was expecting mozzerella and they screwed me.

So, today, I went back there (yeah, I'm retarded, but I always keep going back) and ordered an eggplant parm calzone. I had had one of these before and it was actually quite tasty. So Whole Foods gets some more of my money and I get back and cut into my calzone only to find that there is yet ANOTHER BLOB OF CURDLED SHIT in it! There was no curdled shit in the LAST eggplant parm calzone I ordered because if there was, I would not have ordered it again. I am not THIS stupid, despite popular opinion.

They screwed with me yet again. I hate them. And I HATE their new pizzas. They suck. They charge you about ten bucks for one 2x2 inch square of dough and cheese. They used to have the best personal pan pizzas EVER for $6 a piece but then one day, the head dicks at Whole Foods said to each other, "Hey--this'll be funny! Let's find yet another way to screw people over! Let's take away their ONLY bright light in their ever-so-crappy workdays! Let's steal their pizzas! Muahahaha!"

Fuck you, Whole Foods.

See you guys tomorrow. Noon.