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“If you haven’t yet heard, Billy, I’m all set to take my campaign of OUTRAGE over this illegal war global! And I have important allies helping me this time, too—members of EU’s parliament, for instance, are sponsering my Germany trip, where I’ll set up Camp Casey Deutch and point out—with colorful signs and the joyful tambourine music of protest—that Germany is Europe’s hub for wars in Iraq, Afghanistan and others threatening to Iran and the Middle East. Germany has the power to stop the use of U.S. bases  the right to just say no! Iran needs the protection of peace activists now more than ever, Billy! Before the neocon-Zionist cabal thwarts them in their efforts to build a nuclear weapons program of peace!”* | |
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“I see.
“Well—and don’t take this the wrong way, honey, because if anybody digs peace as much as you do, it’s my Kung fu-fightin’ ass. But having said that? I’m pretty sure defending Iran means that, clinicallly, you’ve, like, officially lost your shit.”* |
Boy, I hope ol’ Cindy doesn’t follow her pal Ahmadinejad’s lead and deny the Holocaust ever happened, or emit any other anti-semitic nonsense while in Germany; or she just might find herself in der Slammer like David Irving.
And that would be real, real (snort) sad.
I’m hoping this is the beginning of her big “Holocaust denial” campaign and her next stop is Austria.
Repeat after me: “Ich bin ein scheissekopf.”
Billy Jack always lays the straight shit, dog.
Her haunting, haunting eyes. Her nightmarishly haunting eyes….
Heh. The Stars and Stripes does print stories about Mommy Cindy; I read ‘em whilst in Kuwait. Heck, S&S bends over backwards to be politically neutral (as I demobed, S&S starting offering Huffington and Coulter on opposite pages. :ahhh
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Thus, if S&S asked for a telephone interview, it would have been published. And as a straight forward story, at that. So she missed a golden opprotunity to spread her story.
Oh, my GAWD, waitaminnit! What I am saying? Camp Casey Where-ever is about Mommy Cindy, not spreading her story. Thus shall it ever be.
Plus I bet her handlers blocked this interview, likely because the Saint Of The Ditch would have said things that even the most objective reporter would find impossible to label as anything but batshit crazy.
Protesting at Landstuhl, huh – I guess she couldn’t find time to piss on a grave at Arlington or throw a brick through a window at Walter Reed.
Cindy Sheehan
As Bugs Bunny would say:
“WHAT A MAROON!!!!!!
Please, please, please let me see pictures of Mother Sheehan squatting in a ditch during a German winter…
REFORGER! Holy crap, I hadn’t thought of those in years… thanks for that, Mud.
I’m 8 hours from k-town. maybe closer if I go TGV, anyone want pics or have a few waterballoons?
All I want is for Anderson Cooper to fly to Germany to cover Cindy. You know, like he went to Crawford this summer. Ditto all the other cable news journalists that found her relevant then.
Cause it seems to me they just dropped her and her moral authority somewhere around Katrina, and never explained why she isn’t supposed to matter anymore.
Major John  Remember  never tell the farmer you ran your 113 through his cabbages on purpose.
Or listen to the German Landwirt tell the claims officer/Class A agent that the chicken that got squashed was a prize winning chicken that was going to be the foundation of a mighty flock, so please give me 10,000 DM.
I understand those claims officers found civil affairs work in Iraq a refreshing change… “Oh, really, those bits of clay were ANOTHER irreplaceable 5000 year old artifact…”
– Hell yes… and I need to show you my smashed hand powered water pump… that puppies gotta be 1400 years old if its a day….