September 28, 2007

Bad Company

Cindy's here and she's dying to meet you.
Hugo never suspected that his little Mohammedan friend didn't really want to help him eat America's lunch, but would use him to impose the Islamish faith on Venezuela and the world. Mahmoud was inwardly disgusted by Hugo's embrace. Like being pawed by a grinning Bolivarian boar. When Amadinejad's entourage kept referring to Chavez as an infidel, he thought they meant he was a friend of Castro the Cuban tyrant.

Look for long range, nuclear capable Iranian missiles to show up in Venezuela soon.


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