Tuesday, February 19, 2008

stanislav said...here's to the swift return of Cuba's status as a child brothel for mafiosi, congressmen and other US gangsters.

stanislav said...

At least Andrew Mitchell got something right then. Oppenheim, blond, youthful, braying bad old Tory cunt in striped shirt and braces. Wasn't he the next Margaret Thatcher, or was that his mummmykins?

Anyway, here's to the swift return of Cuba's status as a child brothel for mafiosi, congressmen and other US gangsters. Maybe they could turn the whole fucking place into Guantanamo Grosso, the US's glittering model of civilised waterboarding torture vacation centres and all who defy GlobaCorp can be sent there, into the re-educative care of some CIA mommasboy pschobastards, some freaky WASP torturemeisters working for Haliburton. Maybe while we're celebrating we could toast the US healthcare system, the envy of we cheese-eating, socialised medicine surrender monkeys, or it's progressive penal system, with hundreds of thousands of blacks held in maximum security lockdown, or on Death Row awaiting a good ole niggerboy roasting, regardless of guilt or innocence. We might toast also the Bush-Cheney destruction of the Constitution, their beatings of protesting 9/11 families and their deliberate distortion -along with their poodle Blair- of the cassus bellus leading to the destruction and plunder of Iraq the countless deaths of innocents,the region aflame, made refugee. What are these paltry offences compared with the huge global villainy of Fidel Castro ?

We could toast also our friends the Chinese and their little oriental ways, like executing petty criminals and whipping their kidneys out before they're dead to be flogged to rich westerners. Yes, with the US and China being such fine civilisations its easy to see why we must focus our attention on Cuba. What next ? The Western Isles are pretty oppressive, although they, of course, will shortly, like the rest of us, be under the unelected Brussels heel. All the more reason that we focus on Cuba.

They play you like fiddles, fret your strings, blow in your reeds; how they must laugh at you, Pavlovian armchair warriors, whipped-up like playground bullies, frothing at the mouth in phony righteous indignation, while they shit in your faces.

Rally round the flag Y'all.

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