The Great Ones

Adolf, Osama, Saddam and the other Great Ones do need to have some fun once in a while, and who am I to stop them? I understand them.

I wish I was Hitler. There are not many who get the chance to test gass chambers. Just killing Jews sounds quite fun.

When I throw a piece of wood into the fireplace I always say “Throw a Jew into the fireplace!”

Too bad I don’t get that great feeling of power that Hitler felt.

Osama bin Laden has a really cool beard. I want a beard like that! Osama is a nice fellow who just happen to enjoy

sending airliners into various buildings. Most dictators and terrorists would’ve used a fighter, F-16 or something like

that, but Bin Laden is a conscientious and kindhearted little terrorist who dissociate himself from military forces. He also believes in Allah. Five times a day he washes his hands and feet and turns toward Mecca to pray. That’s what I call a good Muslim! America is on the other side of Earth. The time difference would probably have screwed up

Osama’s praying system. That’s why he stayed home when the airliners crashed into those buildings.

If there were peace on Earth, everybody would’ve been friends, right….? That sucks! Bigtime! I love to argue!

And what’s better than I good old fashioned fight now and then?

When it comes to my guy Saddam I have to say that it’s really noble of him to have 20-30 doubles. Imagine how proud these before oh-so poor and miserable kebabeating people became when Saddam himself came and offered them to play sadistic dictator for a couple of months. I’m sure they screamed of joy and happiness.

Saddam is even so clever that he use sivils in war instead of soldiers. Everybody knows that it’s worst the family when a soldier dies. If the families get killed first, the grief nationwide will decrease drastically. I’ve always thought of Saddam as a loving and caring person.

If I should declare a war, I would’ve started it on a Monday and ended it the following Thursday. Then it wouldn’t have ruined my weekend….

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