Then, you puke it up, and it gets served to you the very next fricking day.
Then, you puke it up, and it gets served to you the very next fricking day.
Then, you puke it up, and it gets served to you the very next fricking day.
The American dog returns to its State of Israel vomit over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, ad infinitum, way past ad nauseam.
I could care less than nothing what ever happens to Israel, ever.
My personal hope is for a multi sided blood bath.
But they need to be cut down at the border of Europe.
They need to halt the wars or famine in the Middle East or Africa as refugee meal tickets to Europe!
But, frankly, Europe is already fucked, as Bombay Muslim descent Fareed Zakaria gleefully crowed at the Oxford Union to an adoring audience recently, with people of all darker colors and creeds, teeming, seething demographic underclasses as Bobbitt so tartly put it, all over Europe now.
Re Fareed Zakaria, not a close friend of India, or, say, of Kamala:
His father, Rafiq Zakaria, was a politician associated with the Indian National Congress and an Islamic theologian. His mother, Fatima Zakaria, was his father's second wife. She was for a time the editor of the Sunday Times of India.
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