Thursday night I met a guy who, it turns out, was a soldier in town (Austin) from Ft. Hood. He was a nice chap. We chatted for a while, then when he complained about the overwhelming show of force by the local cops on their taxpayer horses, I took the opportunity – of course – to say something to the effect of, “All government does is tax, torture and murder people.”
Then he asked me, “See this haircut?”
He said, “That means I’m a murderer.”
To which I responded, not sarcastically, just surprised, “Oh. … Really?”
I asked, “Who do you murder?”
He answered in one word: “Hajis.”
I wondered aloud if that meant everybody east of Jerusalem or what?
He said “Iraqis. Hajis.” His girl grabbed his arm and off they went.