Sunday, December 12, 2004

And, as I write about and think about MY dog....

"Rock-n-roll played loudly from one of the vehicle's radios as marines just outside the base walls fired off several more shots at flashes of fur among the piles of rubble."

I'm not an idiot, I understand why these dogs have to be killed. But, who the hell made them be in such deplorable conditions in the first place? Who was it that bombed their city to smithereens and left all those rotting corpses laying around for them to have no choice (they're starving) but to eat? Was it perhaps SATAN?????????????????

Oh, and I think the blasting rock music our dudes play whilst they kill is so, well, sweet!

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