Showing posts with label Not to speak of. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Not to speak of. Show all posts

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Not to speak ...

... - for a beginning (!) of all those - choose any of your favourites  -  who do deserve more than quite a bit more than a tiny swearboarding, tonight I decide(d ) to just give you a glimpse

of  where I'd like to shoot them.

PS: I do, of course, know that according to f.e.  the laws in China, Iran and the United States of America and to name but some contemporaries, Dick Cheney, Donald  Rumsfeld, Prince Erik, Ayatollah Khamenei, Ahmadinejad  et al., and even the debicile George Walker Bush would need to be sentenced to death.
Well. Yes. Putin, too. And the Bastards of Beijing. And ... and .... as said: choose your names.

However, why should Mr. King have been the last one to have a dream?

It's time to make dreams come true, would you agree?
Thus, on the risk to make one step backwards on the quest to become the politest blogger in this universe and those yet to discover:
Fuck the warmongers!

The peace of the night.