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and that palatial embassy. Screw the Iraq people, the kids, the moms, the babies. Who the hell cares if they have any clean water or more than a couple of hours of electricity. The landscape looks like a pile of rocks and rubble. It's all bombed out and crumbled chunks of adobe. Our boys should be manning big trucks full of bottled water and sacks of grain and beans. They should be handing out food boxes and generators for home use. But HELL NO. OH, HELL, NO! It's go to homes with some tortured out, name, that somebody gave up, while naked, with a female officer, taunting the configuration of the genitals and manhood and some guy shooting pictures of his butthole and threatening anal rape...you'd name off any friend, neighbor, cousin, friend, you could think of to keep foreign objects out of your a-hole. You know our advanced, modern, state of the art intelligence gathering techniques. Hell, yeah, our mission to kick-in the door, rip up the furniture, empty all the drawers, turn over all the beds, throw all the papers all over, and then take the father and the 15 y/o boys off to have their butt hole examined and photographed. Ever wonder why we aren't winning the hearts and minds? Ever wonder why Iraqis resent any body who interpreters, joins the new Iraq Army or police? It's our homophobic love of looking at terrified naked men, with their penis shrunk into the foreskin so far it looks like a Vienna sausage of retreat. Oh, Aha ha ha exposed, terrified, beaten, threatened, your pecker looks so small and your balls have traveled back up into your abdomen..you must be a little girl, let's stack you like cord-wood into a pyramid on top of some other men turned in for bounties and given up under torture, and take some pictures of everyones butts until some new family names are revealed...so their houses can be violated...under this grand new Democracy, land of the free. That must be some constitution they wrote themselves where there is no sanctity, safety, or privacy in your own home. What a gift of civil rights, and protection under the law for guaranteed protection against unlawful search and csure. Maybe they aren't throwing flowers in our path because the have stuck them all up their butts so the interrogators will have something to look at while gathering intelligence.
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