Hopefully he will lose his anal virginity before the fry the turd.
I find it hard to forgive him or to bless him, though to me he is my enemy, but I will try.
I guess if I knew what Jesus knows it would be easier, but I still have much darkness in the stains on my soul and for this one mosaic law still beats in my heart.
None the less, even he could find forgiveness if he truly were to seek it, as I hope to find for my failures to follow His Law and teachings.
When can the media stop referring to this piece of dog excrement as Major??? Pisses me the F right off.
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Squirt a little lighter fluid on it and set it in fire.
Back in 1968-69, some of the black airmen decided they wanted beards. So, they purposefully scraped their faces with dull Gillette Blue Blades to make the skin bleed, then they got a medical reason not to shave.
CAIR will be suing in minutes over the horrid religious persecution of Devout Boy. Then the other Devout Boy in DC will tell US military to kiss off and let him “practice” his “religion.”
Does this POS still have the rank of major and will he be addressed as such?
I bet he loses other things, too.
The novel concludes with Popeye on the scaffold, where his hair has been mussed by the rope being placed about his neck:
Popeye began to jerk his neck forward in little jerks. "Psssst!" he said, the sound cutting sharp into the drone of the minister's voice; "pssssst!" The sheriff looked at him; he quit jerking his neck and stood rigid, as though he had an egg balanced on his head. "Fix my hair, Jack," he said.
"Sure," the sheriff said. "I'll fix it for you;" springing the trap.
Rip it out by hand.
He should have an accident while training to become a suicide bomber. Implant a stick of dynamite up his butt and light his fuse.