God Will Roast Their Stomachs In Hell

When We Were Making The Law, When We Were Writing The Literature And The Mathematics The Grandfarthers Of Blair And Little Bush Were Scratching Around In Caves.

The Midget, Bush, And That Rumsfeld Deserve Only To Be Beaten With Shoes By Freedom Loving People Everywhere.

The Time Is Not Yet Ripe To Say What Happened. When History's Ready, Then We Can Talk About It

It's A Small Town, It Has Only A Few Docks ... Now They Are In A Trap.

We Will Welcome Them With Bullets And Shoes.