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Please forgive me for sending this request directly, but I beg you all to read this new piece carefully. It is currently on the Buy American site and has been submitted to our dear uncle as a blog post. Some of the content you may have seen before. It took me a while to put all the pieces together. Thanks. RAJ
Hope you saw this. I would appreciate your comments.
"Afghanistan! Forgive me if blood is spurting out my eyeballs! What part of the word “quagmire” do you frickin’ stone-headed Congressional Neanderthals not understand? How many more American dead are you going to sacrifice to the Taliban roaches before you sadly realize that you have failed to prevent another Vietnam? You can only patch your neighbor’s water pipes so many times before you say, “Enough is enough!”
Yes, Taliban roaches- the lowest form of life on Planet Earth! You know how it is. You come down to the kitchen in the middle of the night- you flip on the light- then kill as many as you can before they scatter back into crevices so small, you wonder how they do it! That’s the way they beat the Russians. That’s the way they will defeat us by a war of attrition if we insist on fighting them in that rugged and tortuous Afghan terrain.
July was a deadly month for us in Afghanistan. Mostly from roadside bombs. Bad enough on the roads. Now we’re going to chase these roaches through the jungles- I mean the hills? Better stock up on Napalm. We can always try that stuff again…
You spineless Washington creeps were all to willing too cut off funding to our troops in the midst of a necessary and winnable war in Iraq- but now you let this wannabe Usurper-in-Chief lead you deeper and deeper into a quagmire that may prove to be the demise of our beloved republic.
And for all you liberal wimps who are still whining about the war in Iraq, I’ll see you in hell! I’m GLAD Saddam is dead. My daughter was but a few miles away when they pulled that stinking rat out of his miserable hole. Would to Almighty God that we would put an end to all Hitler protégées before they ripen in their horrible iniquity and wallow in the slaughter of the innocent!
Want to stop the terrorist threat to our republic? Start combing our own rugged terrain within the lower forty-eight to rid us of the dozens of terrorist training camps. We have enough Muslim extremist roaches on our own soil to deal with!
Use some of that American military blood, a fair share belonging to my own family, to seal our porous borders. You miserable weasels think we have problems now? Wait until a dirty nuclear device is smuggled through a clandestine tunnel beneath the US-Mexican border. Wait until that device explodes in mid-town Manhattan or downtown Philadelphia…
My number one son is currently in Afghanistan. My third son is at this moment on a flight back to Iraq, his two-week leave over. I watched silently as his beautiful young daughter wept uncontrollably over his immanent departure. Eight combat deployments altogether since 9-11. I grow tired of sending my children off to war while you fat cats sit safely in Washington trying to devise new ways to diminish our freedom! You mentally incapacitated traitors better start getting it right, or I will not rest until every last one of you is personally adding to our ever growing line of the unemployed!"