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miles
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So, there I was down at the pub with a few of my best mates, quaffing down a few warm ones, when who, of all blokes comes on the telly? None other that the King President Himself Who Lost the Bloody election and loves killing Arab babies, George W. Bush.
Thought I might lose my lager right there on the spot, I did. Not only is he daft as a cricket bat, but he lies EVERY SINGLE TIME he opens his rich-boy-won-the-election-because- of -big -oil- and -baseball pie hole. Come now, how did the bloke cheat his way to an undergrad degree at Yale, then an MBA from Harvard? He stole it, that's how. That or his dear old dad paid the bloody bastards off. Stole the dough from the mouths of starving, malnourished, bloated babies lying in the middle of Beverly Hills St., they did. Black babies, they were. Thrown out of the colonial hospitals cause neither mum nor dad had insurance like we do here in the UK, mind you. No union protection, as it were. A bloody crime it is.
Now we read how the big, bad, Yanks continue to shoot at the misunderstood and underfunded Taliban heroes. Imagine! They dropped the equivalent of 575 million gazillion trillion hundred nuclear warheads so they can say the won the war. HA! They aren't so tough. Now all the poor Taliban blokes who are taking their eternal dirt nap will become damn martyrs. Never mind there is no one left alive to worship them. The damn Yanks are too arrogant to understand the Islamic mind.
Well, it's getting rather late and I'm completely knackered. I do have to get up early tomorrow and hit the Lit board. You think it's easy asking dumb, rhetorical questions all the time, that I don't even understand myself? It's damn tiring, you know. Especially with all those extreme right wing reagan-loving, monarchy-hating, fake Libertarians hanging around.
It's a shame. A bloody shame, I tell you.
Night, then.
Thought I might lose my lager right there on the spot, I did. Not only is he daft as a cricket bat, but he lies EVERY SINGLE TIME he opens his rich-boy-won-the-election-because- of -big -oil- and -baseball pie hole. Come now, how did the bloke cheat his way to an undergrad degree at Yale, then an MBA from Harvard? He stole it, that's how. That or his dear old dad paid the bloody bastards off. Stole the dough from the mouths of starving, malnourished, bloated babies lying in the middle of Beverly Hills St., they did. Black babies, they were. Thrown out of the colonial hospitals cause neither mum nor dad had insurance like we do here in the UK, mind you. No union protection, as it were. A bloody crime it is.
Now we read how the big, bad, Yanks continue to shoot at the misunderstood and underfunded Taliban heroes. Imagine! They dropped the equivalent of 575 million gazillion trillion hundred nuclear warheads so they can say the won the war. HA! They aren't so tough. Now all the poor Taliban blokes who are taking their eternal dirt nap will become damn martyrs. Never mind there is no one left alive to worship them. The damn Yanks are too arrogant to understand the Islamic mind.
Well, it's getting rather late and I'm completely knackered. I do have to get up early tomorrow and hit the Lit board. You think it's easy asking dumb, rhetorical questions all the time, that I don't even understand myself? It's damn tiring, you know. Especially with all those extreme right wing reagan-loving, monarchy-hating, fake Libertarians hanging around.
It's a shame. A bloody shame, I tell you.
Night, then.
