America and Britain must intervene in Iran's election process as a matter of urgency because this one time, I went out with an Iranian boy and he was really nice and we kissed.
Giving credence to Ahmadinejad's claims that he is victimised by The West is of little importance; we must meddle now, we must meddle hard, and our meddling must be conducted with extreme prejudice. Don't ask me how, I'm just a girl, but we need to get over there and spread some democracy just like we did in Iraq.
To hell with the consequences - I like Iranian boys! Teeheehee!
Unabridged version here.
quail (verb): a) to lose heart or courage.
b) to write a reactionary, sensationalist, misinformed, under researched, often xenophobic news article with the Express intention of inciting anger and intolerance
Showing posts with label iran. Show all posts
Showing posts with label iran. Show all posts
Monday, 22 June 2009
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
A tale of two rebellions
The day's BIG news:

Oh yeah and something about Iran sandwiched between the weather and some tits, underneath the maths puzzle.

Where? Iran?! Isn't that where terrorists come from?

'Householders are rising up in rebellion against the scourge of the wheelie bin. Protesters say the bins blight their streets, warning council chiefs: 'Not in my front yard.' - Daily Mail, p. 1.
Oh yeah and something about Iran sandwiched between the weather and some tits, underneath the maths puzzle.

'Hundreds of thousands of followers of defeated presidential candidate Mirhossein Mousavi turned out to protest in the north of Iran’s capital' - Daily Mail, p. 2.
Where? Iran?! Isn't that where terrorists come from?
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