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| quote: | Originally posted by Q5echo
grow up dude.
you can criticize this war till you turn blue. doesn't cahnge the fact that you don't care enough about the Greater Middle East to stop and listen to the people fighting in it than to listen to the career politicians and motivated journalists you'd rather give your ear to. |
Damn straight. You don't have to sell me, brother. I'm always on your side.
Screw all those damn librul journalists. What do they know? Don't they realize how treasonous it is to print criticism of our Commander in Chief's foreign policies? Who cares if his policies run counter to folks in his Joint Chiefs of Staff and top military commanders who were once on the ground like General Abizaid and General Casey and Bush supposedly had all the supreme confidence in listening to these men just a month or so prior to them being replaced. They're replaced by true believers, so it matters not! Who cares if he's slowly losing his loyal Republican members in Congress over his surge plan slowly but surely, along with around 70% of the public.
Bush has been right about EVERYTHING involving this war and his future war with Iran. His record CLEARLY demonstrates the truth in his tactics and understanding of how to bring the fight to the Middle East as a whole. This entire civil war occurring in Iraq, hundreds of thousands of Iraqis dead including almost 35,000 last year alone, over 3,000 of our own military men and women, and a complete destabilization of the region as a consequence was ENTIRELY planned by our Commander in Chief. And I'm sick and tired of hearing all those wining fucking ninnies who say otherwise, who continually second guess the genius of our Commander, who do nothing but hurt and demean the American flag and the precious wings on the feathers of our eagle.
What I want to know is, when can we just call a spade a spade and begin setting up internment camps for all these librul traitors? This shit should have happened yesterday, don't you think?
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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