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Friday, August 11, 2006

Bigot Bush!

"This nation is at war with Islamic fascists who will use any means to destroy those of us who love freedom" - George Bush 11/08/06

George you really are a complete imbecile!

Their at 'War' with antipathic bigots like yourself who've taken away 'Their' freedom and their ability to express themselves becasue they're being oppressed by you and the people you support! You Reap what you sow!

I don't know if you've watched the news recently George, but theres some shit happening all over the Middle-East, The Lebanon for instance your partly responsible for that, or at least responsible for YOUR failure to stop it! Are you really happy to validate 'Extremists' excuses to hate us? Becasue thats what your doing!

Oh George and if your gonna use complicated words like "fascists" maybe find out what they actually mean first hey?

Fas-cist - n. Fascist, an advocate or adherent of fascism.
Fas-cism - n. A system of government marked by centralization of authority under a dictator, stringent socioeconomic controls, suppression of the opposition and typically a policy of belligerent nationalism and racism.

("Nationalism and Racism" Ummm... What, I didn't say a word!!! OK I can't resist, sounds a tad like the current US oil driven dollar obbsessed illiberal government to me.)

And as for your use of the word 'Freedom...' So you think we're all free do you George? Stuck here in Fortress America and Britain? Your inability and incompidence to negotiate just a marginally responable and coherent 'Foriegn Policy' has taken more of our freedoms away than any 'Terrorist' could ever imagine possible, does that in itself mean they are 'winning'?.

You can't just kill or repress everyone that doesn't agree with you view George! Life is nothing more than a compramise, everything is a compramise, you have to compramise to get along, we're all different.

And 'Freedom' is just an illusion. An illusion sold to us by the state, it's a word used instead of 'Control'. Why control? Because we're only 'Free' if we choose to agree with and not question our own regime and their beleafs, that's not freedom. And I'm not talking about just nationalistic freedom of speach (being allowed to write this and express myself), I'm talking real humanistic 'Global' liberty and consideration!

Ponder this one George before you turn this 'War' into a religous 'Crusade' (to disguise your pure greed and xenophobia), and ensure your place in the history books is written as the dumbest President of the US ever...

Mahatma Gandhi - "I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ".

What would your Jesus do George if he were president?

Ciao Ciao
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4Comments:

Anonymous said...: "Ohh, but I am Jesus boy"!
~George :); 12:59 am
Fletch said...: George, if your Jesus, just call me Dad ;o)

Ciao Caio; 7:30 pm
Michelle said...: Roflmfaoooooooooooo!; 1:16 am
Anonymous said...: When you get back from your road trip, you should be able to more easily define "freedom", I would imagine.; 1:56 am

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Friday, August 11, 2006

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