Thank you for your bowl of relief as I walked down Grafton St. Saturday night. Those military pricks were pieces of shit that didn’t know right from wrong, nor have any sense of reason. It’s hard to believe how someone can understand so little of what goes on in the job they call a career, and what lack of logic the people responsible for our country’s defense have. —Despicable…you.
This article appears in Jan 30 – Feb 5, 2014.
Cool story, Bru. Lemme guess – Poly-Sci – 101.? Well thumbed copy of “Dude, Where’s My Country” on the toilet tank?
How I’d love to see the Rashomon treatment of your little adventure. I’ll bet it involves you and your anarchist playmates, calmly and rationally explaining to the “military pricks” that they are nothing more than brainwashed death-bots in the service of international financiers. I’m willing to bet that “baby killer ” was uttered at least once.
And surprise of surprises, I’ll these programmed automatons were too stupid to acknowledge the correctness of what you were saying and hang their heads in shame and volunteer for productive re-education in order to better serve the collective?
How’s that sport? Were those pretty much the main bullet points of your argument.
Get knotted, you pissy little bitch.
Sure, go ahead, tear the system down but you should really quit smoking.