2.5.11

USA

"Can we see his head and the open wounds, like we saw Saddam's?" moaned the mass of people convulsing with new news. "Can we all stand in the light of a corpse?" they whimpered, the cadaver-worshiping pagans.
‎"A dead body!" went up the shrieks, about a body they'd forgotten, now that it's dead, surfaced dormant hatred. "A dead body," went up the shrieks, "Beat it, shoot it!"
‎"Oohoo! Does the body still bleed?" squealed the mass of people, licking their teeth, "Can you make the body bleed for me? Shake the body! Shake loose some blood, for me!"

‎"What happened to his cock, did they burn it, and stuff it in his mouth, and make it waggle like a tongue?" asked the news anchor.
‎"I hope they burned it, his cock, before they shoved it in his mouth." said a man, who was breaking out in occasional giggle fits, while watching the television.

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