Then he joined the HairPlugPlagiarist in hacking Iraq to pieces.
Now he plays the pathetic blubbering white fool sniveling and groveling for something settled by hundreds of thousands of real men a century and a half ago.
We gave Belteslazer at Little Anna May 25, 1864, a higher price than anything Mr. Post-It-Note-Religious-Affiliation could afford.
Where do they get these pukes.
back-at-cha!