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Alrighty folks, I thought I would place is DISCLAIMER at the top.
*DISCLAIMER* Unlike many of my posts before, this post is not meant for everyone. In my post below there is some incredibly graphic things I have written. I would not suggest those of young age should read the things written below. Though generally this site is meant for people of all ages, I really think to not harm those of younger minds, that they should probably not read this. But to those of you who do read what I wrote I ask that you keep an open mind and open heart to what I have to say. THIS IS A FAIRLY LONG POST AS WELL.
I watched the Nick Berg video yesterday. For those of you who don’t know the name, he is the one who was beheaded a while ago.
I am sorry if anyone who reads my post "offensive" but I really do not care. Those guys (the Arabs in the video) are bastards. They are worse than bastards, they are like gay man anal probes. I really cannot think of anything so disgusting and rude to describe what a bunch of sorry ass sons of bitches they are. The full video (not the 2 minute segment it shows on the site http://www.slashpoint.com) shows the guy just sitting there; just knowing something is wrong. You can see it in his face. He cannot understand the people behind him, but he knows something is not right. There must have been a feeling in the air that something was bound to go horribly horribly wrong. The feeling of strange, savage-like, people starring at you, talking to one another in a language you can not understand but you can vaguely make out that they are talking about you. They are debating upon which way they are going to kill you; about which way they are going to brutally, cowardly, and mercilessly kill you. Will it be slow torture? No, there is not enough video for that. Will it be a shot in the head? No, there is no pain in that, only the look in the eyes of someone seeing their very life flash before their eyes. Public humiliation? No, then they would not get the point across. Beheading. That’s the one. The way of death that is slow enough to feel the jagged serrated-edged knife slowly cutting through the flesh of the neck yet quick enough to allow pure disbelief and awe from and unexpected someone who watches the video not knowing what they are really in for. Cutting through skin, cutting through a blood artery, until finally reaching the bone of the spine. The feeling of knowing death is near is obvious.The group splits up; one of the group members grabs you by the hair to pull you down forcefully to the ground. Your head hits the concrete but bounces back up as another man from the group fills his hands with the back of your hair. They are talking even louder, screaming almost. You think to yourself, are you going to die, or are they just going to beat you. Are you going to get lucky enough for them to just give you a few broken ribs and let you live again for tomorrow. That is the dream, which you soon hope for as you catch the glimpse of that jagged blade the third man in the group pulls out from behind him. You feel the very breath of the group beating down upon you as one of the men looks you eye to eye only to laugh about what is to come of you. You let out a shrill scream as the blade touches your neck and it slowly pierces though the skin. You start to panic, your heart starts racing, and you start to feel the blood trickle down the side of your neck to the side of your ribs. You cannot move from this hellish spot. You are pinned by five men; five men of who are just as determined to kill you and watch you suffer as you are determined to escape and live. The blade is getting deeper and deeper into your neck, and all you can do is scream and focus on the pain, for there is no escape, there ARE NO HAPPY TIMES here. Just three weeks ago you were laughing with some of your buddies, telling jokes, and enjoying life as much as you could for being stuck in Iraq. You have missed ones at home and that “significant other” waiting for your arrival so they too can celebrate the happiness of being together again with you. Your mom is ready for the day of your arrival back home so she can cook you your favorite meal because she knows it makes you feel at home. She is waiting for her baby to come back home to her so she will feel like her world is back in order. But she will not be making you that dinner. She will no longer feel the warmth of your hug and hear the sound of her precious child’s voice. Instead, you are still trapped, bleeding, screaming, hoping that you will live and be able to escape. You start to loose strength as you are quickly loosing blood. But you are still trying to struggle for life. You are trying to escape the 5 savages holding you down, holding you down from your family, holding you down from your loved ones, holding you down to your soon to be death bed. The knife is now cutting with more and more force and it is now clear through your throat. You can no longer breathe as the blade is blocking your only pathway to air, and now you have lost all feeling below your face. The blade has gone too far and your brain has lost too much blood to go on. Your eyes slowly shut as the last images they will ever see is the very men of who hate you for no other reason than where you are from are all so determined to see you die. Never more will those eyes see their “sight for sore eyes” lover. Never more will they see the happy holidays and the birthday celebrations. Never more will they see anything, as the blood and nerves have forced them to shut. There seem to be a bit of trouble cutting though the bone of the spine, so the man with the knife gets a bit agitated. He gets rougher and rougher as he is trying to cut through the bone so he can dismember your head from your neck. He is trying to cut through but his knife is just not sharp enough. So he gets a little rougher and starts jerking. Harder and harder he pull your head to have it become completely dismembered. When you were little, do you remember when you fell down, or scraped your elbow, or perhaps even bumped your head, your mother was usually always there to run to your aid? She would “kiss it better” and by that magical kiss you would no longer feel pain. She would softly give you her nurturing hug and hold your head still as your tears slowly drifted away. There are no longer those tears that come from your eyes, but instead the blood of which shot into them as that blade cut through blood vessel after blood vessel, tissue after tissue, until finally your body gave up. After much pulling you head is now off and it is now in the hands of the man with the knife. He holds it as if it were a trophy. As if he did something so great as to be proud for what he held in his hands. The group celebrates as the remaining blood from your head trickles down from the bottom of where your shoulders used to be connected. As the blood from your head hits the blood to join the remainder of your body and the pool of blood, the group proudly continues recording the man with the knife proudly holding up your head.
Nobody should have to go through what Nick Berg went through, but he did. The fact is, we are at war people. Our “news” media and our great “journalism” here in America is worried. See, with this video it actually shows a reason of why we are fighting this war. There are sick twisted savages out there and they want to do the same thing they did to Nick Berg to you and your family. They want to kill your little sister, they want to kill your mother and father, and they want to kill YOU. And for what reason do they have for this? Supposed mistreatment of Iraqi prisoners by forcing them to have pictures taken of them in the nude with bags over their head? A little known fact the media doesn’t want you to know is that those pictures and mishaps were done back in January. January, that was 4 months ago. Back when the news of those pictures actually came up to the squad leaders and other commanders the mistreatment of those Iraqi soldiers immediately came to a stop, and the soldiers responsible for the mistreatment were dishonorably discharged from the military. Now why do you think that the “news” here would leave that little detail out of their reports? Because the “news” media simply wants to make America look like the bad guy. Who REALLY started this war? Was it the 100's of innocent people who worked at the World Trade Ceneter fault? I dont think so. And I think it certainly was not Bush who started this war either. We were hit first and yet we, America, are looked upon as the bad guy for actually taking an iniative and actually dealing justice to those who take innocent lives. I must say that I am quite disgusted by this country’s lack of support for its president. I do not care if you voted for Bush or not, or even if you do not like him, the fact remains he is this country’s leader and by that, we should support him. The journalists are always trying to shoot down Bush at every step and turn, but truth be told, what would YOU do in his spot? Would you have simply just stand there after 9-11 and not do anything? Would you not try to fix the problem? And if supporting your president is too damn hard for you, you should at least be supporting/praying for our troops out there fighting in that war. Whether or not you agree on this war, there are people just like Nick Berg, people JUST LIKE YOU, out in Iraq, fighting in a war to help better the world and to keep our country safe. Even if you hate the place you live in, you should at least be glad that there is somebody taking your spot to help preserve your safety at home. You may not know them, you may not even care, but just know that out there, there is someone, fighting for you and your family in a war of which we are currently engaged.
I am sorry if you did not like this post, but I just felt as though something like this needed to be said. Leave a comment or something if any bit of this post made you think, well even if it didn't leave a comment or something. Thanx.
*DISCLAIMER* Unlike many of my posts before, this post is not meant for everyone. In my post below there is some incredibly graphic things I have written. I would not suggest those of young age should read the things written below. Though generally this site is meant for people of all ages, I really think to not harm those of younger minds, that they should probably not read this. But to those of you who do read what I wrote I ask that you keep an open mind and open heart to what I have to say. THIS IS A FAIRLY LONG POST AS WELL.
I watched the Nick Berg video yesterday. For those of you who don’t know the name, he is the one who was beheaded a while ago.
I am sorry if anyone who reads my post "offensive" but I really do not care. Those guys (the Arabs in the video) are bastards. They are worse than bastards, they are like gay man anal probes. I really cannot think of anything so disgusting and rude to describe what a bunch of sorry ass sons of bitches they are. The full video (not the 2 minute segment it shows on the site http://www.slashpoint.com) shows the guy just sitting there; just knowing something is wrong. You can see it in his face. He cannot understand the people behind him, but he knows something is not right. There must have been a feeling in the air that something was bound to go horribly horribly wrong. The feeling of strange, savage-like, people starring at you, talking to one another in a language you can not understand but you can vaguely make out that they are talking about you. They are debating upon which way they are going to kill you; about which way they are going to brutally, cowardly, and mercilessly kill you. Will it be slow torture? No, there is not enough video for that. Will it be a shot in the head? No, there is no pain in that, only the look in the eyes of someone seeing their very life flash before their eyes. Public humiliation? No, then they would not get the point across. Beheading. That’s the one. The way of death that is slow enough to feel the jagged serrated-edged knife slowly cutting through the flesh of the neck yet quick enough to allow pure disbelief and awe from and unexpected someone who watches the video not knowing what they are really in for. Cutting through skin, cutting through a blood artery, until finally reaching the bone of the spine. The feeling of knowing death is near is obvious.The group splits up; one of the group members grabs you by the hair to pull you down forcefully to the ground. Your head hits the concrete but bounces back up as another man from the group fills his hands with the back of your hair. They are talking even louder, screaming almost. You think to yourself, are you going to die, or are they just going to beat you. Are you going to get lucky enough for them to just give you a few broken ribs and let you live again for tomorrow. That is the dream, which you soon hope for as you catch the glimpse of that jagged blade the third man in the group pulls out from behind him. You feel the very breath of the group beating down upon you as one of the men looks you eye to eye only to laugh about what is to come of you. You let out a shrill scream as the blade touches your neck and it slowly pierces though the skin. You start to panic, your heart starts racing, and you start to feel the blood trickle down the side of your neck to the side of your ribs. You cannot move from this hellish spot. You are pinned by five men; five men of who are just as determined to kill you and watch you suffer as you are determined to escape and live. The blade is getting deeper and deeper into your neck, and all you can do is scream and focus on the pain, for there is no escape, there ARE NO HAPPY TIMES here. Just three weeks ago you were laughing with some of your buddies, telling jokes, and enjoying life as much as you could for being stuck in Iraq. You have missed ones at home and that “significant other” waiting for your arrival so they too can celebrate the happiness of being together again with you. Your mom is ready for the day of your arrival back home so she can cook you your favorite meal because she knows it makes you feel at home. She is waiting for her baby to come back home to her so she will feel like her world is back in order. But she will not be making you that dinner. She will no longer feel the warmth of your hug and hear the sound of her precious child’s voice. Instead, you are still trapped, bleeding, screaming, hoping that you will live and be able to escape. You start to loose strength as you are quickly loosing blood. But you are still trying to struggle for life. You are trying to escape the 5 savages holding you down, holding you down from your family, holding you down from your loved ones, holding you down to your soon to be death bed. The knife is now cutting with more and more force and it is now clear through your throat. You can no longer breathe as the blade is blocking your only pathway to air, and now you have lost all feeling below your face. The blade has gone too far and your brain has lost too much blood to go on. Your eyes slowly shut as the last images they will ever see is the very men of who hate you for no other reason than where you are from are all so determined to see you die. Never more will those eyes see their “sight for sore eyes” lover. Never more will they see the happy holidays and the birthday celebrations. Never more will they see anything, as the blood and nerves have forced them to shut. There seem to be a bit of trouble cutting though the bone of the spine, so the man with the knife gets a bit agitated. He gets rougher and rougher as he is trying to cut through the bone so he can dismember your head from your neck. He is trying to cut through but his knife is just not sharp enough. So he gets a little rougher and starts jerking. Harder and harder he pull your head to have it become completely dismembered. When you were little, do you remember when you fell down, or scraped your elbow, or perhaps even bumped your head, your mother was usually always there to run to your aid? She would “kiss it better” and by that magical kiss you would no longer feel pain. She would softly give you her nurturing hug and hold your head still as your tears slowly drifted away. There are no longer those tears that come from your eyes, but instead the blood of which shot into them as that blade cut through blood vessel after blood vessel, tissue after tissue, until finally your body gave up. After much pulling you head is now off and it is now in the hands of the man with the knife. He holds it as if it were a trophy. As if he did something so great as to be proud for what he held in his hands. The group celebrates as the remaining blood from your head trickles down from the bottom of where your shoulders used to be connected. As the blood from your head hits the blood to join the remainder of your body and the pool of blood, the group proudly continues recording the man with the knife proudly holding up your head.
Nobody should have to go through what Nick Berg went through, but he did. The fact is, we are at war people. Our “news” media and our great “journalism” here in America is worried. See, with this video it actually shows a reason of why we are fighting this war. There are sick twisted savages out there and they want to do the same thing they did to Nick Berg to you and your family. They want to kill your little sister, they want to kill your mother and father, and they want to kill YOU. And for what reason do they have for this? Supposed mistreatment of Iraqi prisoners by forcing them to have pictures taken of them in the nude with bags over their head? A little known fact the media doesn’t want you to know is that those pictures and mishaps were done back in January. January, that was 4 months ago. Back when the news of those pictures actually came up to the squad leaders and other commanders the mistreatment of those Iraqi soldiers immediately came to a stop, and the soldiers responsible for the mistreatment were dishonorably discharged from the military. Now why do you think that the “news” here would leave that little detail out of their reports? Because the “news” media simply wants to make America look like the bad guy. Who REALLY started this war? Was it the 100's of innocent people who worked at the World Trade Ceneter fault? I dont think so. And I think it certainly was not Bush who started this war either. We were hit first and yet we, America, are looked upon as the bad guy for actually taking an iniative and actually dealing justice to those who take innocent lives. I must say that I am quite disgusted by this country’s lack of support for its president. I do not care if you voted for Bush or not, or even if you do not like him, the fact remains he is this country’s leader and by that, we should support him. The journalists are always trying to shoot down Bush at every step and turn, but truth be told, what would YOU do in his spot? Would you have simply just stand there after 9-11 and not do anything? Would you not try to fix the problem? And if supporting your president is too damn hard for you, you should at least be supporting/praying for our troops out there fighting in that war. Whether or not you agree on this war, there are people just like Nick Berg, people JUST LIKE YOU, out in Iraq, fighting in a war to help better the world and to keep our country safe. Even if you hate the place you live in, you should at least be glad that there is somebody taking your spot to help preserve your safety at home. You may not know them, you may not even care, but just know that out there, there is someone, fighting for you and your family in a war of which we are currently engaged.
I am sorry if you did not like this post, but I just felt as though something like this needed to be said. Leave a comment or something if any bit of this post made you think, well even if it didn't leave a comment or something. Thanx.