Saturday, August 28, 2004

Republicans Kill for Sport

Let's be perfectly clear:

Republicans are SPORT KILLERS not maggots (larval flies). Flies feed
upon the dead while Republicans feed on the living. It's only when
the living resist that the Republicans will kill them and eat them.
For the most part Republicans kill for the pleasure of seeing another
living creature die at their whim. They kill for sport. They torture
those who resist when there is enough time to sit and enjoy the
suffering. Torture killings are especially appealing to Republicans
like the President (blowing up frogs in his late teens) and the
Secretary of Defense.(blowing up thousands of innocent people all over
the world while ensuring the starvation of several million others
from his early 50's to early 70's). A lifetime of sport killing goes
to show you that some people never quite get that human being thing
quite right. If Bush has his way and is not stopped this killing will
go on until mid-century.

moving on....Republicans make guns in their factories and they give
them to police and other irresponsible types like 16-17-year-old
unemployed hicks from the Red States and they go on shooting rampages.
Some just kill their wives. Some just kill their kids. Some just
kill others' neighbors kids and dogs and cats. Sport Killers!

All Republicans are proud of their ability to kill completely
defenseless animals in the woods, or in their back yards. When they
have "controlled the local population" with death and they STILL need
to KILL FOR SPORT they force the US tax paying population to buy more
guns and bigger guns and tanks and bombers and then they have their
leader send other people's kids to foreign countries to kill even more
people and animals so that that they can sit back in their cozy gated
community to watch the carnage on their 180 channel dish network TV.
It's easier when you don't see the screams of prolonged agony and gut
wrenching reality of teeth, hair, and eyeballs staring up at you from
the blood soaked pavement. Don't want YOUR kids to see that do you
sport killing Republicanistas?

Republicans don't want to see the face of their enemy so when they are
illegally killing in Iraq they often turn TV cameras away from the
faces or point them to a piece of shrapnel on the ground rather than
the blown apart bleeding bodyhalf in the street. What's worse: a head
and shoulders without a chest; or two legs without a stomach, or the
hindquarters of a cat or a pig or a dog or a baby? Republicans just
want to cheer the "hit" and then take the injured off the field of
battle, shoot 'em up with drugs and get them back on the field of war
to continue the game.

When I think of Republicans I think of the gun/pawn shop scene in
"Pulp Fiction"... where the employee bags a Black man, calls the
owner who arrives in his little nazi uniform and they both go to the
back room, where the employee buggers the Black man while the owner
sits there masturbating and working himself into a sweat. This is
what the Republicans do with our GI's. They send other people's
children to bugger whole countries and sit home and masturbate in
front of their TV's...switching back and forth between the Playboy
Channel and Al Jazeera. What's ironic is that sleazeball Republicans
in Israel and Egypt and Iran are doing the same thing as the US
Republicans. Even worse, just like in "Pulp Fiction", is that when
the Republicans get their nut and relax into complete flaccidity
(never more than 5 minutes), they call their kids back into the room
and send in a Republican actor like Bruce Willis (or Arnold
Schwarzenegger, or John Wayne, or Clint Eastwood) who miraculously
breaks his bonds, grabs a Samauri sword and saves the Black man in
order to get the Black and Asian vote.

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And now for a music break:

"Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
You were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man drew his knife.
Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt.
You know, that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we call Kurt.
...come now gentleman, I know there's some mistake,
how forgetful I'm becoming now you've fixed your business straight.

I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty six;
you were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick,
you were a lashing slashing hunk of man,
your sweat shined sweet and strong,
your organ's working perfectly,
but there's a part that's not screwed on.

Weren't you at the Coke Convention back in nineteen sixty five?
You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.
You're the great gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.
You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.
Come now gentlemen, your love is all I crave
you'll still be in the circus when
I'm laughing, laughing in my grave.

Well remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean
boys will be boys and play with toys, so be strong with your beast.
Oh Rosie dear don't you think its queer, so stop me if you please,
The baby's dead my Lady said
you gentlemen will you all work for me.

When the old men do all the fighting and the young men all look on
and the young girls eat their mother's meat from tubes of plasticon
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skin you breed
to have that tasty habit,
it's not the hands that bleed"

--"Memo from Turner" Recorded on November 17, 1968. Rolling Stones