You want my vote, Mr. President?

Correspondent:: chaos_israel@antisocial.com (The Rev. Dr. Lt. Chaos Israel)
Date: 26 Oct 2004 20:14:27 -0700

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Earn it.

The severed head of Osama Bin Laden, spiked to the White hosue fence.

Non-negotiable.

You have seven days.

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I'm Chaos Isarel, and I approve of this post.


Correspondent:: "Rev. 11D Ricardo MadGello"
Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 22:10:00 -0700

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Usama bin Laden's been dead for over six years now.

It would make 'Great US-Approved TV News' though...


"The Rev. Dr. Lt. Chaos Israel" wrote in
message news:72e1e1e3.0410261914.6bca39e3@posting.google.com...
> Earn it.
>
> The severed head of Osama Bin Laden, spiked to the White House fence.
>
> Non-negotiable.
>
> You have seven days.
>




Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 02:01:14 GMT

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In article <72e1e1e3.0410261914.6bca39e3@posting.google.com>,
chaos_israel@antisocial.com (The Rev. Dr. Lt. Chaos Israel) wrote:

> Earn it.
> The severed head of Osama Bin Laden, spiked to the White hosue fence.
> Non-negotiable.
> You have seven days.

His mother's, too. That sweet grandma act is a load of crap. That iron
bitch runs the WHOLE SHOW and even makes Cheney quiver, mark my words.
She was born with a personal chainsaw and made a holster for it from
George Sr.'s scrote. RUN, ITS LEATHERTITS!!!

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HellPope Huey
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It worked great last year
and the costume looks exactly like my street clothes.

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let's be damned for what we really are. "
- "Star Trek: The Next Generation"

"We must find another brain."
- "Frankenstein"

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Correspondent:: Artemia Salina
Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 03:46:35 -0400

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On Tue, 26 Oct 2004 20:14:27 -0700, The Rev. Dr. Lt. Chaos Israel wrote:

> Earn it.
>
> The severed head of Osama Bin Laden, spiked to the White hosue fence.
>
> Non-negotiable.
>
> You have seven days.

You can have my vote when you pry it from my cold, dead, fingers.