Gym Class Jihad
April 22nd, 2005 by Adam
Hey kids,
I’m going to be brief tonight, but this is something I was thinking about in class while listening to some D-bag compare Reza Shah Pahlavi to a male gynecologist (it was actually quite an interesting connection). But I digress.
Here is a face you don’t see on the news much anymore:
Hey you dumb infidel fucks! What happened to bringing me to justice? Come and get me, pussies!!!
WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS GUY? WHY THE FUCK ISN’T HE ROTTING IN GUANTANAMO? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? WHY DOES NO ONE SEEM TO CARE THAT THIS SHIT STAINED PRICK IS ALIVE AND WELL AND FREE?
I hope you read that like Lewis Black was screaming it at you, because that’s how I wrote it.
One would assume if he were that big of a priority on the American agenda his name might appear on the news at least fairly regularly, instead of the same old shit parade of Michael Jackson, Terri Schiavo, Scott Peterson, and a host of other dickfucks of no national political, economic, or social significance.
I’m not arguing the merits of neo-colonialism and our current modus operandi of nation building—sometimes I just wonder why we have 100,000 troops and a billion tons of equipment in Baghdad, and meanwhile— a rickshaw is being pulled through the streets of Kabul by Gary Coleman and two grizzled WWII veterans who call themselves “The Osama Squad”.
Is it me or does America have a hard time staying on task? Like, if America was a grade school student the teacher would have us so doped up on Ritalin that we’d spend the better part of each morning trying to figure out why our fingers don’t “fing”. Sorry folks, but these are the thoughts that keep me from climaxing on time.
Watchoo talkin’ bout Great Satan?
Always in need of spunky black kids,
Adam