Whenever we return home after dark, we can check on the 'progress' of the War in Iraq® by looking at our neighbor's fence.
Today's 1735 was a considerable way down the road from the time that picture was taken.
I have a question for Big Dick (actually, this is quite likely an oxymoron).
Hey Dickie Boy, how many throes does it take to kill a hundred of our sons and daughters? How many throes are needed to kill five hundred of our fathers and mothers? Is there a set of number of throes before we start killing our grandmothers and grandfathers?
I have a question for Puffy Karl the soft handed, amoral, scum sucking motherfucker who pulls idiot son's strings.
Hey, Puffy Karl? How many of your ilk have ever seen war up close and personal. I don't mean the war of slimy words you're so used to waging. I don't mean the war on decency and patriotism you wage for your own nefarious purposes. I mean a war that causes my friend's sons and daughters to bleed. And bleed until the very life of them is spilled in a desert half a world away for no more noble purpose than empire and oil.
I have a question for Grampa Don Rumsfeld, the man who central casting could not top for the role of evil Nazi reichswhermarshall motherfucking bastard.
Grampa Don, how many of the people on the inside of your inside circle have ever laid their own sorry fucking lives on the line for the lies of a simpleton? Indeed, in the history of our nation, how many soldiers have died for a lie? Sure, we know they died *because* of lies. But simply for the telling of one when the telling was for a purpose other than war? How do you stand there day after day and do what you do, Grampa Don? Do you sit your grandchildren on that same knee you slap with glee with each new death?
And you, idiot son. Yes, you. I have no words for you at all. It is clear you're simply .... well ...... simple. You won't even appreciate the Hell I wish for the eternity of your kindred spirits.
For the sentient among you, you evil motherfuckers, for the sentient among you, know that there is a God. And He is just. And so shall you be punished. Punished by a loving God who is also just.
I use words here that may offend some. But my God knows why I use them. And he doesn't mind. These words of mine have no real consequence.
But know well. God knows that some words have consequence. The words you used to lie us into war.
Those are words my God thinks have consequences. And so shall you all burn for eternity in Hell. And I may blaspheme, but I wish you NO mercy.
None.