May 02, 2004
I once worked with a guy who was one of the most knowledge-filled pigmenteers I ever met in my life. He knew his shit and he KNEW that he knew his shit. He was a gambler and a cowboy with the way he ran things, but he seldom was wrong. He pissed off the bureaucrats because he refused to kowtow to them and did things his way even when he got his ass in a sling for it. His troops loved and respected him.
When some weird order came down from on high, Lamar always did the same thing when people bitched about it. "You just don't see the Big Picture," he said, drawing an invisible box in the air with both index fingers. Then, he made an invisible spyglass out of his hands and appeared to be attempting to focus on The Big Picture. "You can see it, but you have to look REAL CLOSE."
Too many people don't see the big picture in our war against terrorism. It's downright obvious to me.
Well, we sure don’t want to frighten, offend or endanger anybody, do we? That’s just too much diversity to handle. I mean, somebody might get hurt.
That's a pretty clear picture that only a politically-correct fucktard can ignore.
There may be a silent majority of peaceful Muslims – some live here – but that did not save 3,000 people in the World Trade Centers, the millions gassed and butchered in the Middle East, the tens of thousands slain in Eastern Europe and Asia, the hundreds blown to bits in the West Bank and Spain, or the four Americans shot, burned and hung like sausage over the Euphrates as a fanatical minority of Muslims did the joyful dance of death.
I believe that the "joyful dance of death" is what pisses me off so much about Islamic assholery. These people have festered in the sand for several hundred years and done absolutely NOTHING to contribute to civilization during that time. In fact, their goal seems to be to tear down the civilization that ran off and left them festering in the sand with their hatred and their barbarian religion. (And if I offend any devout Muslims with that statement, tough shit. When you stop stoning your wimmen and encouraging your children to strap bombs to their bellies, we'll talk. In the meantime, kiss my Cracker ass.)
Those people are our enemies. They fully intend to kill us all if they have the chance; then, they will mutilate our bodies and celebrate with a joyful dance of death. I don't want to sit still for that kind of treatment. I want to kill those dumbass fuckers before they kill me or mine.
Sure, they're a bunch of uncivilized camel-humpers still mired in the 16th century. But they are fanatical and that makes them dangerous. A fanatic understands only one thing: brute force. I say we bring brute force to them before they bring it to us.
Maybe we are so tolerant, we are so bent on “diversity,” we are so nonjudgmental, we are so wrapped up in our six-packs and ballgames that our brains have drained to our bulbous behinds. Maybe we’re so addled on Ritalin we wouldn’t know which end of a gun to hold. Maybe we need a new drug advertised on TV every three minutes, one that would help us grow a backbone.
If we lack the commitment to finish what we started, the losers will win. That fact is obvious if you look closely.
You just need to study The Big Picture.
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