I Wonder...
I'm imagining that there is some backwoods Fucktard living in the heart of Palatka, looking up at the sky thinking:
"I reckin' the gawddem hurricane is being sent by the Gawddem Iraqis. You know Charlie is what we used to call the gawddem gooks back in 'Nam. I reckin' they're in it together. Gawddem Jews".
Shortly after that, he will proceed to finish off the fifth of Old Granddad Kentucky Bourbon, go inside to beat the little woman, and then pass out in a pool of his own vomit and excrement.
See, he's not afraid. Why should you be?
"I reckin' the gawddem hurricane is being sent by the Gawddem Iraqis. You know Charlie is what we used to call the gawddem gooks back in 'Nam. I reckin' they're in it together. Gawddem Jews".
Shortly after that, he will proceed to finish off the fifth of Old Granddad Kentucky Bourbon, go inside to beat the little woman, and then pass out in a pool of his own vomit and excrement.
See, he's not afraid. Why should you be?