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A message for George W. BushHere it is, George -- and, no, I will not address your sorry, cowardly, lying ass as "President." You are no president of mine. But here it is -- here are the real results of your war in Iraq. Here are four young Marines, average age probably 20 - 21 -- younger than your two pampered daughters. They are lying dead in a nasty, dirty, stinking street in Baghdad, Iraq, where you sent them. I hope you sleep well tonight, George.
21 June 2004 These young men have families -- mothers and fathers, sisters, brothers. Some of them no doubt have wives, maybe infant children. Never again will these young men see the sunrise or taste a cold beer. They will not walk their daughter down the aisle on a wedding day. These young men are dead, George, dead. And you killed them. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about that, George. You are a stinking drunk, spoiled brat frat boy whose Daddy bailed out your sorry ass. You used your daddy's connections to dodge the draft during Vietnam. You used money from your daddy's friends to bail you out when your three businesses failed. You're a sorry excuse for a man, George. And save your hypocrite's prayers and your crocodile tears and your sound-bite empty words These young Marines died for you. You are not worth it, George. |
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