BLOODTHIRSTY ME!
I'm peed off. Or should I say, "I'm pissed off." We keep taking abuse. Yep, it is heaped upon us in and for Iraq, worldwide.

Well, let's find a few friendlies who will administer justice to these guys with guns according to the Koran. When they throw up a white flag and surrender, herd them down to the local football field (where they are now burying their dead), tie a rope around the right wrist, stretch the arm out, and cut off the right hand with one of their swords. Well, let's let their fellow Iraqis do it, the ones who hate each other enough to do such things. It is a standard treatment in Saudi Arabia for thieves, you know.

Hey, after fifty to one hundred of them lose a hand, they'll be extremely careful about whom they take a shot at. I'll tell you this, it won't be an American Marine. They'll also have a big problem, they'll have to eat with the same hand they use to wipe their fannies with, and I understand that that is not a pleasant thought to them at all. If they're even seen with any guy with a gun again, they lose the other hand. That'll pose a different problem, won't it? How in the hell do you hold the toilet paper? Or the corn cob, depending upon the level of sophistication in the area they live in.

Then, I was looking at a picture of row upon row of Muslims on their little prayer rugs in a large Mosque, bowing down, one man's head practically in the guy's butt in front of him. I thought, "How about changing their diets from rice to beans, and within a few days no one would want to be a Muslim any longer, nor answering the call to prayer six times a day. Why, when they'd open the doors of the Mosque after a prayer session, they'd find them all sprawled out on the floor, in various stages of asphyxiation, and then they'd blame the latest Holocaust upon the U.S., claiming we'd turned the Mosques into gas chambers.