The TeeVee Talked To Me!
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pasitheaStacey turned on Bush giving some speech about why we needed to keep pouring money into Haliburton and stuff. I'm so sick of this stuff that it was suddenly funny somehow.
Shrub: And enemy attacks have come down the past couple of months.
Me: NO SHIT SHERLOCK! It's the middle of summer in the middle of the fucking desert! It's a hundred and thirty degrees out! They only thing anyone in their right mind would want to attack is a giant ice-cold lager! Just THINK about this for a second. Pretend you're an Al Queda dude.
AQ1: Hey! Let's go blow up some of those capitalist dogs!
AQ2: Dude! It's a hundred and thirty degrees out. I just went to take a leak and got nothing but STEAM.
AQ1: But we must kill them! KILL THEM ALL! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!
AQ2: I think you have heat stroke.
AQ1: *grabs weapon starts to run out of camp*
AQ2: *tackles AQ1* Woah hoss!
AQ1: *foaming at the mouth* KILL KILL KILL! I wanna eat dead burned bodies!
AQ2: Listen man... We can kill them LATER.
AQ1: *rocking back and forth shouting kill kill kill*
AQ2: Rolls eyes. Okay. Hey. Look. You wanna kill them... How about this. Let's spend a couple of months planning... Say until November... With a good plan we can kill MORE of them.
AQ1: *suddenly comes to his senses* You know... You're right. It's fucking hot.
It has to be hard being Bush and believing everyone is as stupid as you are.
Shrub: And enemy attacks have come down the past couple of months.
Me: NO SHIT SHERLOCK! It's the middle of summer in the middle of the fucking desert! It's a hundred and thirty degrees out! They only thing anyone in their right mind would want to attack is a giant ice-cold lager! Just THINK about this for a second. Pretend you're an Al Queda dude.
AQ1: Hey! Let's go blow up some of those capitalist dogs!
AQ2: Dude! It's a hundred and thirty degrees out. I just went to take a leak and got nothing but STEAM.
AQ1: But we must kill them! KILL THEM ALL! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!
AQ2: I think you have heat stroke.
AQ1: *grabs weapon starts to run out of camp*
AQ2: *tackles AQ1* Woah hoss!
AQ1: *foaming at the mouth* KILL KILL KILL! I wanna eat dead burned bodies!
AQ2: Listen man... We can kill them LATER.
AQ1: *rocking back and forth shouting kill kill kill*
AQ2: Rolls eyes. Okay. Hey. Look. You wanna kill them... How about this. Let's spend a couple of months planning... Say until November... With a good plan we can kill MORE of them.
AQ1: *suddenly comes to his senses* You know... You're right. It's fucking hot.
It has to be hard being Bush and believing everyone is as stupid as you are.
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Date: 2007-09-14 03:34 am (UTC)Awful images of people who've been dead for days; A man laying on his back with his eyes wide open, except you can see the pieces of his head laying in a trail behind him, exploded like a watermelon; Two men with machine guns laying against eachother, almost like they are comforting eachother, but they're both dead and one of them has a white flag on the rifle that's laying across his body.
These are the pictures our own troops take, you can tell because they're usually in the shot giving a thumbs up. I try extra hard to avoid the pictures the Iraqi's take of children who've had white phosphorous dropped on them, or have other mysterious injuries that don't really seem to look any better even if I imagine it wasn't our own side that was responsible.
It's hard to not see these things, they haunt me for weeks every time I accidentally see one, and I can't imagine what it does to people who are actually there.