Pat Leahy: Stoned ...

...or just stupid?

Al Queda sleeper cells may be in America. Probably are. In, as in hiding in, blending in, making themselves hard to see, looking like the rest of us. Well, probably without piercings or tatoos, but nevertheless.

Where to look for them? When they phone home, find out where their friends live. (Dear dhims, libs and impossible to think clearly and be on the left, lefties; it is a good thing to look for and find these killers. Laser pointer rifle scopes be upon them, right between the eyes. The best defense is a good offense. ) They cannot be found if we can only look where they are not. Contrary to the wisdom of the great light of Vermont.

"What are you looking for?"

Little boy Leahy, standing in the spotlight of his own ego, "I've lost my wits".

"Where did you lose them?"

"Way over there where no one can see me, in the closet of virtue and humility".

"Why are you standing here in front of the camera?"

"Are you calling me a liar?"