A Chimp_junta Band Of Outlaws Went to Iraq....
Declared themselves the 'new sheriff in town,' and proceeded to threaten the residents like a gang of hoodlums would do in the old west of make-believe Texan Bush.
When the locals told them to get the fuck out of Dodge, what did they get for their arrogance? Bombed, their possessions and families destroyed, and threats of more destruction and more pain if they refused to go along "This Time."
Well now, the men of the town decided to band together to kill off the fucking Chimp_junta hoodlums. But since they were terribly out gunned, the only option they had was to use sneak and kill tactics. The bullies quickly exhibited their distaste for the "armed rebels" and began flattening the village.
The rebels mostly escaped, to fight the fucking interlopers yet again on another battlefield, but the women and children, the old and the infirm, and all of their beautiful and harmless pets were assassinated by Chimp_junta's big cannon and gattling guns. An entire civilization was being destroyed, and then they found out why:
Oil. Black gold. They were sitting on the world's second largest reserve of black gold, and would all have to die because of it, just as the Native Americans before them had died for the yellow stones...gold.
Now back east most of Chimp_juntas buds were writing of the wonderful battles they had won and the remarkable ease at which they had overcome any opposition. The writers embedded with the junta soldiers were paid liars and broken people. They had every line of text vetted before it went to the hometown fish-wrapper.
But some news finally started getting out. News about slaughter of innocents. News that the chimp_junta didn't give a rat's ass about their soldiers and couldn't even provide them with body armor.
Early on, the generals and officers of the criminal enterprise decided to lie about their casualties. For every two killed, one would get to the press. Then it got worse...three would die and one reported. As for the injured? That was ridiculously easy to cover up. They could be written off as either accidents or mishaps and the damaged resource, the junta_soldier, sent to recover in a rest tent, given a medal, and put back out to put his life on the line for: HIS COUNTRY.
What a pack of SHIT you exclaim? Yes. It is. Welcome to Bushland 2005. See your local recruiter for some faraway excitement!
When the locals told them to get the fuck out of Dodge, what did they get for their arrogance? Bombed, their possessions and families destroyed, and threats of more destruction and more pain if they refused to go along "This Time."
Well now, the men of the town decided to band together to kill off the fucking Chimp_junta hoodlums. But since they were terribly out gunned, the only option they had was to use sneak and kill tactics. The bullies quickly exhibited their distaste for the "armed rebels" and began flattening the village.
The rebels mostly escaped, to fight the fucking interlopers yet again on another battlefield, but the women and children, the old and the infirm, and all of their beautiful and harmless pets were assassinated by Chimp_junta's big cannon and gattling guns. An entire civilization was being destroyed, and then they found out why:
Oil. Black gold. They were sitting on the world's second largest reserve of black gold, and would all have to die because of it, just as the Native Americans before them had died for the yellow stones...gold.
Now back east most of Chimp_juntas buds were writing of the wonderful battles they had won and the remarkable ease at which they had overcome any opposition. The writers embedded with the junta soldiers were paid liars and broken people. They had every line of text vetted before it went to the hometown fish-wrapper.
But some news finally started getting out. News about slaughter of innocents. News that the chimp_junta didn't give a rat's ass about their soldiers and couldn't even provide them with body armor.
Early on, the generals and officers of the criminal enterprise decided to lie about their casualties. For every two killed, one would get to the press. Then it got worse...three would die and one reported. As for the injured? That was ridiculously easy to cover up. They could be written off as either accidents or mishaps and the damaged resource, the junta_soldier, sent to recover in a rest tent, given a medal, and put back out to put his life on the line for: HIS COUNTRY.
What a pack of SHIT you exclaim? Yes. It is. Welcome to Bushland 2005. See your local recruiter for some faraway excitement!
posted by A. J. Franklin @ 13:57
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