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 | | From: | Victim_of_American_Stupidity at ufyqjoz.net.co | | Subject: | Stupid Americans! -- Stupid... Stupid... STUPID!!! ___________ kihsalih | | Date: | Sun, 7 Nov 2004 12:52:08 GMT |
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 | You blithering idiots! You re-elected that imbecile George Bush as your President.
He’s a complete moron and so are most of you!
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Don’t you care what the rest of the world thinks of you? Don’t you care what impact
American foreign policy has on the rest of the planet? Does Iraq look like a success
to anyone? Doesn’t it bother you that he’s alienated every friend you have?
What were you thinking???
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Prior to this, it was American policy and the American government that was so universally
hated around the world. Now it's going to be 'Americans' we hate. More sympathy
for Bin Laden... More attacks on American institutions... More isolation. How blind
can you dumb rednecks in middle-America be, not to see this?
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If you get hit again, or your economy goes into a deep depression, the American
people will be getting exactly what they deserve!
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