civil war
Vinny: What about these words I said? You think they're okay?
Mona Lisa: Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM. A fuckin' bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would you give a fuck what kind of words the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was saying?
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Very good point! :-) But of course, the Bush Regime refuses to call the Iraq occupation what it truly has turned into, well, we have to point that out. We can't let the Pigs get away with their criminal occupation without reminding them of what they've done.
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