A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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This is old news, but every time I see news of another one of our troops dying in the field or hear about civillian deaths like those nine kids who we accidentally blew up in Afghanistan the other day, i just hope that Chimpy's vacuous grey cunt of a mother contracts a fatal case of hemorrhoids for this particular utterance (ABC News interview, March 18, 2003): "Why should we hear about body bags and deaths and how many, what day it's going to happen, and how many this or what do you suppose? Oh, I mean, it's, not relevant. So why should I waste my beautiful mind on something like that?"


Fucking hag, I'm glad she thinks that people who won't be home for any more holidays (or ever again) aren't relevant. After all, it's not like any of her boys were ever in danger of having to fight for their lives, not Marvin, not, Jeb, not Neal, and not Emperor Dumbfuck himself, so why should she care.


Sorry, Barb, you stain on the underwear of the universe, but what my cats leave in their litterboxes probably has more of a "beautiful mind" than you do.

11:28 p.m. - 2003-12-09

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