When you're wounded an' left on Afghanistan's plains,
An' the women come out to cut up your remains,
Jus' roll to your rifle an' blow out your brains,
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier. -Kipling
I'm disappointed. I had always hoped that shitheel would die screeming in a fire. Oh, well.
Could be worth a small vacation to attend that funeral. Hmmmmm.....
GOD HATES PHELPS!Of course written on Rainbow colored cardboard cardboard at his funeral.Can you imagine the turnout when that family settles down to mourn their beloved and hate-filled Patriarch?Whatever the number that shows up, it won't be enough.
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