[Sinbin] FW: Marine Fightin' Words

[Robert Hipp]

>From a Marine buddy of mine...

-----Original Message-----
From: Jack McGonagle [mailto:Jack.McGonagle at IrisFinancial.com] 
Sent: Thursday, December 23, 2004 12:24 PM
To: Jack McGonagle
Subject: Marine Fightin' Words
Marine Fightin' Words 
You media pansies may squeal and may squirm, 
But a fightin' man knows that the way to confirm, 
That some jihadist bastard truly is dead, 
Is a brain-tappin' round fired into his head. 
To hell with some weenie with his journalist degree 
Safe away from the combat, tryin' to tell me, 
I should check him for breathin,' examine his eyes. 
Nope, I'm punchin' his ticket to Muj paradise. 
To Hell with you wimps from your Ivy League schools, 
Sittin' far from the war tellin' me 'bout the rules 
And preachin' to me your wrong-headed contention 
Of how I should observe the Geneva Convention, 
Which doesn't apply to a terrorist scum 
So evil and cruel that their own people run, 
Cold-blooded killers who love to behead, 
Shove that mother' Geneva, I'm leavin' em dead. 
You slick talkingheads may preach, preen and prattle, 
But you're damn well not here in the thick of the battle. 
It's chaotic, confusin' it all comes at you fast, 
So it's Muj checkin' out because I'm going to last. 
Yeah, I'll last through this fight and send his ass away 
To his fat ugly virgins while I'm still in play. 
If you journalist weenies think that's cold, cruel and crass, 
Then pucker up sweeties, kiss a fightin' man's ass. 
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