June 20, 2002

  • 1) The Palestinians are unable to police themselves.  Regardless of why, there are terrorist bullies effectively dictating the de facto course of the Palestinian State and their murderous assault upon women and children is totally beyond other lip-servicing and well-meaning Palestinians' control.


    2) The brutal savaging of innocent children, women, and other civilians of whatever nationality today is intolerable and MUST NOT be allowed to continue tomorrow.


    3) If your'e an Arab sympathizer, fuck you.  If your'e and Israeli sympathizer, fuck you.  Death to you and your death-embracing sympathies--all.  If there were a bomb that could just kill you and your petulant life-denying instigators, I'd drop it.  Poof.  And I'd sniff the smoke of your collective incinerated bodies and get a hippy peace-flowers-free-love high.  Oh yeah.  Fuck your politics.  Fuck your diatribe.  There are mothers and children and sisters and brothers dying for your shit-god dreams and you're all just horse shit from a horse that should have been processed into dog food long ago. 


    4) These Palestinian terrorist death-squad types dare not show their death-masques here.  Dare not.  Should they erupt, I will personally begin a mission of elimination to preempt.  Make no mistake: if it comes down to me or them, they lose.  I will spit up their nostrils, put a cork in their anuses, and dip them in a vat of Hershey's rich chocolate and then auction them off as pagan-candied Easter bunnies on e-Bay.  And if that doesn't stop them, I'll just unload a clip from my Colt 9mm Commander into their unfeeling, faltering hearts.  And then kneel over their blood-geysing, slumping bodies and pray to God and Allah and Buddha ( in English and Arab and Chinese--yes, multilingually) for mercy for their wasted lost souls.


    5) For I say unto every Terrorist You, should you tread on me:  This is the way your world shall end, this is the way your world shall end, not with a suicide newsworthy bang, but with your lonely, dark-alleyed, blood-congested whimper.  Just remember: No one can do hashish like me.

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