Here is an excellent post from LGF by my sister in the Jewhad,
the Galled Bladder of Zion:
#338 selpaw 9/20/07 9:55:38 am 
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We are too busy pointing our finger at the other side. Starts off as a method in which to divert attention to our own terrible mistakes and bankrupt missteps-steps.
Having said that if we were to take a good honest look in the mirror this presidency is becoming a mirror image of those moonbat lefties supposed leaders we so love to mock!Today we laugh that Hamas is a friend of carter yet Condi Rice flies into Israel making statements on how her administration will not let down the poor of Gaza which tells the world once again Israel is the bad guy. HOW CAN WE SHUT THE POWER ON STARVING PEOPLE. (yet we blink and blame her because she is State knowing she is an emissary of George Bush and the US led quartet) And look, now even our conservative friends differentiate between Hamas and Fatah..Al Aqsa, etc. (when for the love of G-d they know damn well there is no difference!) Yah, we love Rudy but we forget what he said Giuliani: Hamas or Abbas, It Makes No Difference Wed, Apr 25, 2007.
As far as I am concerned Ahmadinejad does what he does because he can. Forgive my grossness but a dog can lick his balls for the very same reason Ahmadinejad gives us the finger. ON OUR SOIL! On the soil of the strongest nation in the world.
Sadly, we lost our way because our leader lost his. We can lay the blame looking the other way til hell frezzes over and nothing will change this.
Now we pay in 08.
If there is an 08 that is.
Time we stop the inane haughtiness and concentrate how we can regain who we once were.
AMEN , Galled Bladder of Zion!
It is time for Teshuvah like it has never been time for Teshuvah before
Time to get righteous before HE flicks yer lightswitch
Words and music by Nick Cave
Performed by Johnny Cash
It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand I
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.
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