Living at the beach in California during the mid 1960’s, (a place every young man wanted to be, mild weather and bikini’s galore) the name of the mythical Hawaiian God Kahuna was often evoked; as in “you don’t (expletive deleted) mess with the Big Kahuna! ”
This severe warning apparently failed to cross the decades from the beaches of Southern California, span the American continent, sail the Atlantic Ocean to reach the Iranian Mullahs. Posturing for the media and the most radical of Middle Eastern population; they chose to fire off some mis-guided missiles. Scorching a little sand in their show of defiance, careful not to harm a single American.
These terror merchants may never have heard of the Big Kahuna, but recognize him in the person of Donald J. Trump.
Little Rocket Man paid close attention too.
Randy Edwards
Prescott
