You make a point to be sure. And it is clearly being ignored. Regardless of how it came to the point, the USA for sure would go absolutely insane, and declare war on the attackers, as well as one or two of their so called friends.

We already saw this in 9/11. We saw a conflict that required far too long to come to an inconclusion. We also saw it used, politically, as motivation to launch an additional war against someone else. I might add, that I suspect many people would consider both efforts to have been unsuccessful.

The situation in Palestine seems far more similar to the situation with the Native Americans some time ago. Land theft and ethnic cleansing by virtue of superior technology and a racial superiority complex and an unwillingness on the natives' part to just roll over. I would have hoped that we had learned something since then.

I would

"And this is the re-invented Superbowl Sunday....where nobody wants to go to parties anymore and pretend to enjoy football, their so-called friends, or even the adverts, over sitting at home in their soiled computer chairs trolling tired blogs and surfing porn."

I enjoyed your trendy video offer there top-gun, keep on truckin'!

Song lyrics from the uploader:

12345678 spots on my face
too much acne to embrace
the person behind them
zits on my back
with heads bright white, scarlet and black
in much too much an awkward place to pop them
pimples on my chest
probably there because I'm stressed
about the people talking behind my back
about the spots on my face
the ones i wish i could erase
just like the so called friends that like to tease me about them

clearasil and freederm
sitting in my bathroom
the scabs on my face can confirm
that they don't really work
proactiv solution
deserves an execution
for being an ablution
that does nothing but smirk at me
'cause I'm an acne ridden teen

12345678 countless times I've tried and tried
but my skin just ends up all dry
and I'm left wanting to say inside
but then one day I said charlie
it's not as bad as it could be
they're only spots it's not like you've died
be a man, be who you are
but try not to pop them in case they scar
even though squeezing them is fun
understand at the end of the day
to put your hands down and say okay
get out of the bathroom, and lie out in the sun (because I heard that helps)

clearasil and freederm
sitting in my bathroom
the scabs on my face can confirm
that they don't really work
proactiv solution
deserves an execution
for being an ablution
that does nothing but smirk at me
'cause I'm an acne ridden teen
but I won't let that define me
because the people that mind don't matter
and the people that matter don't mind
so when all that puss goes splatter
wipe it off your mirror, and wipe it from your mind
you could try and dairy free diet
and drink 8 cups of water a day
but in the end your acne will still run riot
'cause the hormones that cause them, just won't go away

My pockets stay fat and they always like that
Not only in pocket but in my bank there's stacks and stacks of dough
Cause I move slow I get my cash flow and then I go
And brother's don't know I'm on the down low
Some get mad cause they can't understand
That I'm 23 years old I'm in command
I'm down with DITC, that's "Diggin' in the Crates"
And my partner A.G., we always keep crazy papes
I'm staying fat, cause what comes around goes around
I always help out and help a brother when he's down
And out like a boyscout, brothers always shout
"Good lookin out Show" Yeah, without a doubt
But don't try and take advantage
I'll just leave you alone instead of putting that ass in bandages
Signing off is Show B-I-Z
And next up is A.G., he likes his pockets F-A-T

Check it out yo, A.G. is living fat
In the mental, in other words can I get a soul clap?
Diggin' in the crates for something smooth
Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we make the party groove
And I'm a top-notch competitor
Carrying dough like a treasurer
Getting pussy, oh that's regular
But the sex I never take
Cause if that bitch screams rape, like Mike Tyson, I'm upstate
And you know that's a fact, black
So if she says no, that means no, and that's that
No matter how cute or how desperate
(Ayo she gotta get the boot) Yeah, she gotta see the exit
But I'm not mad I didn't hit it
I just dial seven digits and some skins that's with it
Bones in the closet, that's my logic
You gotta be smart and keep a downlow in the projects
Watch your step and take it easy
Or act like Stevie Wonder becasue you know you can't see me
Don't sniff no coke, but I might drink a brew
Or maybe two (Andre the Giant, not you)
Yeah, wrecking MC's with just my demo
And pulling all the cuties with no problemo
That's right, because I'm a gamer
Your girl let you for me, A.G., I don't blame her
Step back, get your sticks and your bats
Know you step up because my pockets are fat

It's time to take the brothers from the corner
Clean up they act, and give them a chance to do what the wanna
I'm not trying to be a bum with a 40
That's not my style, I gotta work hard like Naughty
By Nature, you should understand
To get yours in this land, you gotta work for yours, black man
You think it's easy because I rap?
So don't ask me for a dollar motherfucker, you ain't handicapped
And if you was, you'd still have the chance
Look how I flip "ain't this a bitch" now I'm making you dance
Yeah it's Show B-I-Z from your neighbor H-double-O-D, I R-A-P
Cause I wanna stay fat
To keep clothes on my back and you know I never slack
For all the bums that said I forgot where I came from
Eating crumbs on the corner in the slums
I'm hungry enough to grow fangs
Here's a dollar, go to the store, but give me back my fucking change
I'm not trying to spend on so-called friends
Not even with skins, put that bullshit to an end
So fuck the groupies on tour
I'm trying to make a million dollars, some shit I never saw before
So save that bullshit for later
So when I'm large, hoes give me head on an escalator
Yeah, I like to flow, I'm Show B-I-Z
A.K.A. Mr. F-A-T

depends on the cop....
Most drug drug dealers are fucking morons, and eventually get busted by their own so-called friends.

and MG, Pot does NOT smell like ass, but good grass, smells like skunk-ass....Oh and congrats on the career move, I would hope that if I ever come to RI(some end of the world scenario)I'll get to ride in yer patrol car, or at least get a free-ride on some bullshit possession charge...

Merry Cystmas, one and all, a bit of xmas cheer;
remember what to watch out for, this particular chyme of year-

BEWARE OF VAMPIRES!

As mr. Burrroughs reminds so succinctly ...

"If you are in a room with a person, and you feel as though you've been drained of a pint of blood...Avoid that person"....

This goes for your relatives and so-called friends, with the energy sucking cloud, which seems to begin forming when their baropsychometric effect, enters the environs with their clock-like presence.

Tis the season to tell it like it is...Shove it up their ass, and say

Happy New Year!!
Garronn-teed, next year will be reflective, to say the least...the most, assholes will enjoy xmas alone!
Cheers, this is a greAT PLACE!

Hey and what about being pissed off at those so called, friends and teammates, for....Droppin' me on my fuckin' spine???!! The last thing on my mind would be lookin up skirts......welll.....