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Dear Limey Michael,
Ich denke, daß Sie, mein limeyfreund verwechselt werden! Wenn es nicht für uns Amerikaner war, würden Sie so im Augenblick sprechen!
I cannot relay to you the amount of irony that I find, when noticing that you're a dumb fucking Brit -- complaining about America -- while using America Online for internet service. Oh yeah, that's right -- there is no "England Online" because none of you are fucking smart enough, and you wouldn't have the resources even if you were.
But humoring me will not save you from the fate that will become yours. Much like the crashing waves that tore the sunglasses from my face this past weekend, I will come rolling in, crest up, and crash into you so fiercely I will tear away your very existence. Then you will no longer hinder the evolution of mankind with your befuddled thoughts and regurgitated blasphemy.
I'd like to comment on a few of the points you to feebly attempted to make.
Your military needs a fucking brutal kick up the arse but there is nobody around who can do it.
Why say this? Why now say, "I really need a million dollars, but I don't have it." or "If my mom hadn't shot herself in the head, she'd be alive now." or "If my grandmother had balls, she'd be my grandfather."
And either way it's "ass", not "arse" -- you know, like when I point out that you're a,"stupid asshole". You know why there's nobody around to do it to kick our military's ass? Simple, because we can (and in most cases have) kick the living piss out of everyone out there, hands down, and everyone out there including yourself and your brave ol countrymen, KNOW IT. You said it yourself, "...You go bombing around fucking up everywhere and we (the British) follow closely behind you..." -- that's fucking right. BEHIND us. No in front of, not beside, BEHIND us. Sucking hind tit like the runt of the litter. Snapping up whatever scraps of food we decide to throw your way. We eat first. You eat second. Pussies. See, this is a concept you dumb fucking Brits still don't get. Maybe it would have been better to let the Germans beat it into your fucking skulls some fifty years ago.
You get all pissed off and complain that your pussy hurts when Hollywood makes a *fictional* movie that doesn't give the Brave'ol'Brits what you believe to be your due credit. Well you know what... when YOU rule the fucking world, then YOU can make whatever fucking movies you want. Until then, sit down, shut the fuck up, turn off your Oasis album, get the *fag* out of your mouth, and give us your fucking money to go watch OUR movies (and use our internet service). The Beatles are dead -- a good ol American boy saw to that!
Our days of supreme world power are at an end but you can never gain the power we lost, modern society has past the age of empire therefore stop trying to forward yourselves as anything more than you are.
Who the fuck are you trying to kid? You never had any days of supreme world power. Our forefathers left your piece of shit country in an attempt to forge a better nation, and quite frankly, they succeeded.
What happened in Kosovo a few months ago...some British troops were attacked by an angry crowd and you know what the pussy whipped Brits soldiers did? Fired their weapons up in the air...managed to shoot some of the rioters in their hands. Woo hoo. You know why they shot to wound and not to kill? I'll tell you. Because the last time you limey fucks shot dead someone in a crowd (Boston Massacre) we turned around, held you up by those big fucking noses of yours and kicked the fucking snot out of you all the way back to that little pussy island of yours.
The only reason you your second rate military maneuvers ever makes the fucking news, is because anytime they can actually complete something *without* fucking it up, it's newsworthy. I read the news and what do I see? Your pussy army is getting blown up by the IRA what...about once every two weeks or so.
We have hot dogs and hamburgers, you have your queer little fish and chips.
We have rock stars who fuck Playboy playmates. You have rock stars who hump one legged vegetarians.
We have the Corvette, you have a dented up black Mercedes.
We have Elvis who dies like a real man -- grunting out a brown trout on the throne. You have John Lennon, shot dead like the little bitch he was.
We have a continent, you have an island.
We have bombers stationed in your homeland, you have nothing in ours.
We have Buffy, you have Giles.
We have DENTISTS.
You country exists as merely a buffer zone we're keeping around as a sentimental reminder of the Cold War.
We permit you to be.
NOTICE: Your license to exist is hereby revoked.
And while you're at it, kiss my rosey red American ass. God knows your great-great-great-great-grandparents did.
The Driver of the Red Fiat,
Ernie "Uh-Can-You-Feel-That-Bitch"
PS -- don't be so naive as to think that our targeting a hospital was a blunder! Hell, you haven't lived until you've seen a guy in a wheelchair rolling down the street on fire.
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