There’s been a lot of noise, coming out of Iran, lately about the annihilation of Israel. Of course that ‘noise’ is now accompanied by the added threat of Teheran’s forthcoming nuclear bomb which, by all accounts, is being developed on Prophesy’s own schedule. And on top of that is the President of Iran, a certified Nut Case, so deluded with power that he actually looks forward to parking mushroom clouds over Tel Aviv.
I say, hot damn ‘Dinner-and-a-Job’, time for the Hootenanny. Thing is though, you may have not taken so much as a glimpse at the ‘Way Back Machine‘, which would tell you that every time one of you Camel Jockey Cowboys got a wild hair stuck in your diapers, you got your proverbial butts kicked. Offensively your pre-announcing your intentions has never worked so good, as you mutton-munching goobers have come out on the short end every time.
Additionally your weakness for sticking your butt in the air 5 times a day isn’t what I would call a great defensive tactic either. It just gives the Jews something to aim at.
Now I don’t want to go out on a limb here, but you cave dwelling dummies aren’t exactly Einsteins either. I can’t remember the last Nobel Prize given to any of you. Add to that a Pulitzer, an Emmy, Academy Award, a Patent, a Medal of Honor or any award for Excellence, Merit, or Achievement. On the other hand I bet you guys have wheel barrows full injured in combat awards, our Purple Heart. Losers get a lot of those.
And not to add insult to future injury, have you seen the women in the Israeli Army? These gals eat guys like you for breakfast. They can turn bouncers at Biker Bars into whimpering simps and Davy Crockett would blush at their marksmanship. And you jokers want to take them on? Good Luck with that.
No my towel headed adversaries, save yourself more humiliation and get on with something more personally rewarding, like tent decorating or sand sculpture.