…LC & IB Rusty Shackleford has graphic updates and evidence of what the “Religion of Peace (My Increasingly Homicidal Ass)” did to PFCs Menchaca and Tucker. You see, the animals that we’re not supposed to inconvenience in any shape, form or fashion, the worthless, disease-ridden subhuman slime that our Supreme Whores just saw fit to endow with all of the protections of the Geneva Conventions, just released a video of what they did to prisoners they’d taken.
(WARNING: You do NOT want to click the above link if you’re in any way inclined to acts of rage and violence and most CERTAINLY not if you’ve got any loaded firearms nearby).
But if you do choose to click the link, and let it be noted that there is more than enough empty space inserted in the post for you to read it all without having to proceed to the images at the bottom, please, when you’re done taking deep breaths and counting slowly to ten (or a thousand, which might be a better idea in this case), please remember the following:
Our Supreme Court recently decided that the animals who commited those gruesome atrocities against helpless, unarmed prisoners, are entitled to every protection under the Geneva Conventions, including the protections of articles that our legislative branch never ratified, including protection against being “humiliated” in any fashion, “humiliation” to be defined later by our unelected, dictatorial judiciary branch, no doubt.
Of course, this is the same Supreme Court that earlier decided in Kelo that private property rights only matter as long as a private company doesn’t offer a better deal, above or below the table, to local authorities, so one shouldn’t really be surprised. The unelected, black-robed tyrants have a long history of not giving a fig about the Constitution if they don’t like what it says, not to mention a long tradition of usurping the powers of the legislative and executive branch by ruling by judicial fiat.
“Separate but equal” be damned.
So keep that in mind. Should we ever make the mistake of capturing any of the perpetrators of the war crime against PFCs Menchaca and Tucker alive, we can forget about interrogating them in order to catch the rest, according to the Supreme Whores. Well, unless they’re willing to give up information if we ask “pretty please?”, since anything other than that has been deemed illegal by those blackrobed tyrants. Are we exaggerating? Try doing anything to those mutilating darlings of the Supremes in order to extract life-saving intel from them, and then wait for the Supreme Whores to decide that you were “humiliating” them in doing so.
Five ropes, five robes, five trees.
Some assembly required.
Until then, here’s the message to our troops overseas: Shoot to kill, don’t bother taking prisoners. The Supreme Court has decided that they’re actively on the other side, so the only thing we’re likely to get from NOT shooting the koranimal swine is a bill for hosting their stay in Gitmo. Until the Supreme Whores decide that that’s against some penumbra of an emanation of Miss Cleo’s crystal ball as well, that is, at which point they’ll probably decide that we owe the hadjis a few million bucks in compensation as well.
Let me make a few things clear here:
We’re at war. We’re at war with the most inhumane, subhuman enemy we’ve ever faced.
We have two sets of enemies.
We have the ones without, the koranimal butchers that will not hesitate to do to each and every one of us, ourselves, our wives, our husbands, our children, and every single one of our friends what they did to PFCs Menchaca and Tucker and, on top of that, celebrate and ululate about it.
Those are the ones we can easily defeat. They have no chance in Hell against our weaponry, our training and our technology.
And then we have the dangerous ones, the ones within, the ones who will pay no price, shy away from any burden, refuse any hardship, handicap any friend, appease and encourage any foe, in order to assure the death and destruction of liberty, be it by tying both hands of our brave and honorable soldiers behind their backs, making sure that our animal foes never suffer a moment of indignity no matter how many American lives such cuddling will cost, or by exposing and publishing every single classified bit of information they can lay their hands on in order to further the cause of our enemies, the enemies that murdered 3,000 of our countrymen a scant 4 and a half years ago.
I, _______, do solemly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic;
Draw your own conclusions.
UPDATE: Welcome, Lefty Moonbats, particularly readers of Glenn Greenwald’s, who seems to have gotten his Depends™ all wadded up, the poor fellow. Allow me to make a few points about his rather amusing claims.
First, I note that he’s calling for all Right Wingers to furiously denounce this post because, if they don’t, they’ll all be as bad as Misha! They can only wish. NOBODY can possibly be as horribly bad as I. Anyway, I do know that some Right Wing blogs did, indeed, make claims along the same lines regarding the Frisch-maker but, to quote myself:
Debbie is no more a representative of everybody in the Moonbatosphere than Phreddie Phelps is a representative of all Christians.
Just to save yourself some embarrassment in case you were getting all ready to scream OH, THE HYPOCRISY! at me.
As to Glenn’s claims of similarity between yours truly and the CrapFrisch, here are a few points:
1) Are you familiar with the term “hyperbole?” If not, look it up.
2) Have you noticed that my hyperbole tends to be directed at the ones I have a beef with, rather than at their 2-year-old children? Do you see a difference there? If not, why not? Were you born that dense or is it a result of years of huffing glue?
3) Quit flattering the CrapFrisch. She’s already full enough of her psychotic self as it is.
4) Say, are those dunce caps, or is it merely the way your heads are shaped?
5) At least you seem to be over your phase of saying “sure, Debbie’s bad, but BUSH LIED, PEOPLE DIED!!!1!” as an “argument.” Well, you’re not excusing her behavior by pointing to Bush, at the very least. That’s progress, I suppose.
6) Contrary to what you may think, I really don’t give a fig about what you think about me. I do find your antics amusing, though, and I’m very appreciative of your devotion to keeping me entertained. For free, no less.