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  1. “now is the time to rise and slit their throats“

    Um . . . then what were all those other times? Despoiler alerts?

    Premature ejugulartions?

    Opportunities for the media to say “Stay Tuned For Coming Retractions”?

  2. In the day weak SWAT is out on the streets and the runways, F*** American Dream!
    At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
    Sprung from cages on Highway 9,
    Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin’ out over the line
    Oh-oh, Babe, Taliban rips the bones from your back
    It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
    We’ve got a ghetto for the young
    `Cause Trump fights us, and baby we were born to run

    Dhimmi, let me in, I wanna be your friend
    Disregard your dreams and visions
    Just wrap your laws in velvet gloves
    And crap on your land with divisions
    Together we could be Democrats
    We’ll run till we drop, baby we’ll never go back
    Oh-oh, will you help me cross these wires?
    `Cause baby I’m just a “scarred” and lone-wolf driver
    I gotta know how it feels
    I want to be Allah’s child
    Abu Ghraib, I want to know if Allah’s real

    Oh, can you profile me?

    Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones will scream down the boulevard
    Girls covering their hair in the rearview mirrors
    And the boys trying to lock the doors
    Un-amusement parks rise bold and stark
    Kids are riddled on the beach in a pink mist
    I’ll offend Effendi on the street tonight
    With an everlasting hiss

    4-3-2-1!

    [boom!]

    The highway’s jammed with broken limbs from my last plant’s power drive
    Everybody’s out on the run tonight
    But there’s no place left to hide
    Together, Dhiimmis, we can live with the madness
    I’ll grovel with all the badness in my soul
    Oh-oh, someday girls, sixty virgins plus ten
    We’re gonna get to that place
    Where we really wanna go
    And we’ll blot out The Son
    But till then Trump fights us, baby we were born to run

    Oh honey, Trump fights us, baby we were born to run

    Khameni’s with me, Trump fights us, Bibi we were born to run

    — Brutes Springtime
    Chunder Road

  3. Listen, and understand! The jihadist’s are out there! They can’t be bargained with. They can’t be reasoned with, they don’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And they absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead. ~ Kyle Reese

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