Palestinian traffic fatalities up from 2003.
In yet another surgical strike on Hamas, Hamas leader and his dear son were attacked and subsequently died of inuries sustained after they got blown to kingdom come. Speaking to a Jewish customer in a well known deli in Des Moines, Iowa, he was quoted as saying "I should have ordered a pickle, too." Another interview of a Cambodian dry cleaner gave us this response. "Do you like extra starch?" There you have it, people everywhere are weeping for the souls of the recently departed, highly-respected, even more highly sought after target of expensive ordinance. I've seen the virgins awaiting Abdel Aziz Rantisi and the fruit of his loins and even Bob Guccione wouldn't publish them in Penthouse, though I'm sure Larry would. The perpetually rolling tank of Judaism has crushed another foe and as a non-religious person, man, this has been the nicest Saturday I've seen in quite awhile. Got some yard work done, had more than my fair share of hops and barley by-products, watched some truly funny Dave Chappell, and watched the local cops pull a body out of the James River. Damn fine day to not be affiliated with Hamas. If I sound like a war monger, you need more time on the leather chaise. I'm tired, dammit, and I want all their heads. I want it over, all fall down.
Well, I'm waitin' at a train station, waitin' on a train...
Haven't heard a response from the White House, probably watching the wrong news outlet. You know the President is secretly grinning from ear to ear, I know I would be. High five Sharon when you see him Mr. President, for me. Killing is wrong, understand, but self preservation is not. I hear there are some security positions open for you Hamas leaning readers of Joe User, I'll be more than happy to supply my name and number for references, if needed. I'm hoping for all that I am that the tree huggers that wanted to be the human shield for that most noble humanitarian Saddam would get in their microbuses or camels and go volunteer their services to Mr. Rantisi. Still waiting for that one.
A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life...
You know in your heart of hearts that Arafat is next. What a beautiful hornet's nest that arrow will open. After all the public reproach and all the political psuedo backlash, at the end of the evening (I hate the term "at the end of the day") drinks all around the world will be raised in victory. This is a fight of universal, biblical even, proportions. Exit stage left. This is black and white, sorry, no grey. No propaganda, Hamas is an evil, like that big old spider in your tub. Squish it. Better yet, get your wife to do it, little pansies.
Lonely is the night, when you find yourself alone...Say the writing's on the wall...
It's a high time to fight when the walls are closing in...