Zarqawi Alive After Airstrike
The air strike didn’t kill him right away. Al-Zarqawi had to look up into the faces of the brave youngsters that traveled thousands of miles to oppose him and his kind.
He mumbled something unintelligable and then died as a result of his wounds. Perhaps it was, “I’m sorry”, hopefully it was more along the lines of, “Please help me.”
Too bad it wasn’t, “AAAAHHHHHHHH! OH GREAT ALLAH FORGIVE ME! THE PAIN! THE PAIN! I FEEL AS IF THE FIRES OF HELL ARE RUNNING THROUGH MY HEART AND BOWELS! AW FU . . .‹loud painful death rattle›”
Whatever. The important thing is that he won’t be recruiting new murderers or planning how to send twisted idealists to their deaths wearing suicide belts or masterminding any tactics.
Still, this is one of the few times that I beleived in hell. The thought of him dancing on the tips of pitchforks weilded by demons in the likeness of those he killed gives me great pleasure.
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