Tuesday, June 5, 2007

A poem for Scooter Sentencing Day

Scooter just got a 2 and a half year prison sentence.

Sweet.

That's what you get for outing a covert agent you prick.

If there was any real justice his old boss would be sentenced to life in Gitmo.

And his boss would be sent to the Hauge and tossed in Slobodan's old cell,

and left to rot

and to die a slow painfull death while getting depleted uranium enemas.

Oh yeah, one more thing,

flowers are pretty and sunsets are nice as well.

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