Good morning, fuckers. Did you fucking miss me?
Because wouldn't you love to have a pet cyclone park itself over the headquarters for the fucked-up screwball military junta that runs Burma? (I'm not calling it Myanmar, fuckers.)
They can put down a protest in the blink of an eye, but can't be bothered to help their own goddamned people.
Rather than feed their people with the fucking rice they produce, they'd rather have the money from the sale of it, thank you very fucking much.
There are Marines off the coast? Fucking send them in! Fucking shoot the assholes running that shithole of a country! Blow them off of the fucking face of the fucking earth! Install a fucking puppet government! Go Western fucking Imperialism!! Fucking Imperialize, already!! What the fuck are we waiting for?! A fucking invitation?
Fuck the fucking fucks that fucking run the fucking government of Burma. Fuck 'em all. Fuck 'em over. Fuck the world. Take no fucking prisoners.
Hope you enjoyed this glimpse into my sensitive side.
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