US Launches Missles at Syria at Syrian Base after Chemical Weapons Attack
Source: NBC News
The United States launched dozens of cruise missiles Thursday night at a Syrian airfield in response to what it believes was the Syrian government's use of banned chemical weapons blamed for having killed at least 100 people on Tuesday, U.S. military officials told NBC News.
The U.S. military fired at least 50 Tomahawk missiles intended for a single target Ash Sha'irat in Homs province in western Syria, the officials said.
That's the airfierld from which the United States believes the government of Syrian President Bashar al-Assad fired the banned weapons.
Read more: http://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/u-s-launches-missiles-syrian-base-after-chemical-weapons-attack-n743636
updated with NBC link
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And gas shot up $.40 yesterday. 
who cares what Putin thinks? If we believe the Donald is in his pocket, then it must be ok with him. If not, so what? 
And it's also the head kerchief that grandmothers wear. 
As part of a peace group she belonged to. And that was one of the few words I knew since my other grandmother was Polish, an actual babushka. It came in handy to explain why I was there with my grandmother. Younger people spoke English, but the WWII generation did not. We met with several Russian peace groups and after the horror they experienced during WWII on their home turf, they were vehemently opposed to war. 
Altho she was Czechoslovak, she was hip and assimilated American style. She loved Coca-Cola. She made killer meals; knockout spaghetti, pork chops, a simple green salad so tasty (she just gave it that touch), American dishes.
Baba cooked old country mainly. Big pot of whole freshly 'done in' chicken (with the feet!) soup EVERY Saturday to last the entire week.
My mom would take my grandmother out Saturdays to a drive-in on a local beach for hot dogs. My grandfather worked as a butcher (had his own store) for a number of years and he forbid hot dogs to be brought into the house. He knew what possibly could have been incorporated in them. Mom and Grandmother dint care. Heh heh. I think he caught on eventually, but mellowed out.
He was a character. Asked my grandmother for his dessert first if the meal wasn't quite ready, and she gave it to him!
Please don't shout me down if I posted a long winded one and it is in the wrong place.
Rhiannon welcomed me (back) first and I yam fond of my 'bro' in humanity. 😘
(The heavenly places forbid any hint of military action by troops over 'there....)
And your grandparents sound a bit like mine, though they were my mother's parents. They both came into this country from Poland when they were in their teens. My mother put their names on the Ellis Island wall. They made my grandfather a citizen and sent him to France to fight in WWI. They met and married here, started out with factory jobs, but then opened a small grocery store which was still in operation when I was a kid. I thought it was the coolest thing ever to pick up something off the shelves or get a soda from the cooler.
And my grandmother - we called her Babci - was a great cook, too. Everything was made from scratch - Polish dishes that I can't spell - and she never used a recipe. I wish so much I had learned from her, my mother never did. Polish was my mother's first language and she and her sister went to classes as kids to learn to read and write it, too. That's another thing that I regret, that I never learned to speak it, though when Babci was living, I could understand. I mainly know polite phrases, food names I learned from my grandmother and swearing I learned from riding in the car with my mother. 
I think the Polish and Slovak languages are similar. My mother told me that her grandfather could speak both - and Russian as well. One time when I was at the vet, my cat tried to sit down to avoid having her temperature taken and his wife - who's his assistant - said something about the cat's "dupa," LOL. I asked if she was Polish, and she said she was Slovak. So that's apparently the same word... 
It was my other grandmother who was the world traveler, my Dad's mother. She was the one WASP in the family, but she was also quite remarkable. She had a rough childhood, lost her own mother at age 13. But she was the most accepting and tolerant person I can think of, I never learned about prejudice until I was old enough to watch documentaries on TV.
As we've often said here, we all come from immigrants. Unless we're Native American, none of us would be here. That's why it sends me over the edge to hear about certain groups being banned from entering this country. A couple of generations ago, that could have been our families. 
Thanks for sharing your grandparents' story! And I was long-winded, too... 
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And that is a lovely story about your grandparents. Mine came over separately and eventually met up here. My Babci's story is particularly heartbreaking to me, she arrived here by ship at 15 - came with a friend, another girl - and while she met up with fellow Polish immigrants, distant relatives, I think, she never went home again, though she sent money and packages home for the rest of her life. And she lived to 82.
And we all need distractions these days. The state of this country - and the world - would be tough to take if we thought of nothing else. The only danger is accepting what's going on as "normal," at least the news is acknowledging that the Syrian bombing is a huge story by remaining on live overnight. 
Your spelling is better than mine. As I said, I know words, could probably communicate if I really had to, so I understood what you said. The best I could do was look it up, since the spelling was totally beyond me: Dziękuję! 
Chicken soup with noodles, but then my mother made that too. Babci made soup from the liquid she boiled kielbasa in, added all sorts of things, sliced kielbasa, boiled eggs, I think even kapusta. The cabbage rolls weren't my favorite (don't ask me to spell that!) but I really liked everything else. 
And when she went to bed, she'd smile and say "go spać!" 
It really was the optimum time. My grandmother (Nana ) retired to NC and her small town had a sister town in the USSR and this was the initial visit. They needed 17 to make the trip and when people kept dropping out, my Nana suggested me to make up the numbers. At first I thought she must be out of her mind, since I grew up believing the Russians hated us. But it was my grandmother, so I went and it really did turn out to be the trip of a lifetime.
I was by far the youngest. Except for me and one lady, the group was all senior citizens, experienced travelers and quite knowledgeable, so I couldn't have been in better company! And the Russians we met were quite excited to meet Americans. We traveled all over, but our "sister town" was 2 1/2 hours straight up in the Caucasus Mountains so they weren't used to many foreign visitors at all! And it wasn't just the "peace groups" who were dedicated to peace, but there were monuments and remembrances all over. No one there had forgotten the last World War. And this was under Gorbachev, and Perestroika - so things were looking up - back then.
Our foreign policy, acts of war - years of professed policy intent out the window now based on what the Liar-in-Chief sees on TV and how it makes him feel.
Astounding.
Does this mean that the leaders of any country on earth now have to understand that they take aggressive acts against members of their own country - we are on watch?
I remember when Bush stated prior to his first election how the US needed to stop being the policeman of the world and we needed to stop with nation-building.
They gave the keys back to another one! Look out, ditch! 
omg
saying something about the russian army was not supposed to have a presence at that that particular military base in syria, otherwise we'd be going to war with russia (or provoking russia--something to that effect)
where is the mouth drop/omg emoji?
This one? 
Or this one? 
