Bombs in London today. So it goes. They attack us, we attack them,
they attack us again, and who started it nobody knows. In the end,
everybody dies.

“Honestly, Bush is just fucking insulting,” Dion declared, “He’s a stupid fucking, warmongering, rich-ass daddy’s boy who wouldn’t know a pair of testicles if he was tea-bagging them. And he knows it and he’s always in the news being stupid, rubbing it in that the democrats are a bunch of pussies who can’t win an election or get anything done. Someone aught to fucking kill him just to show those Republican a-holes that we aren’t in fact pussies and we wont stand being insulted.”

Wes gave Dion a cold stare, “Dude, killing people, no matter who they are or what they’ve done, is evil.”

“Oh don’t be a fag,” replied Dion, “everybody dies that’s just how it is. And that ass-licker Bush, he’s gonna die just like the rest of us, but he is going to be reincarnated as a dog’s rectal bacteria if there’s any justice.”

“Look, I hate Bush as much as the next sane human being,” professed Wes, “but you’re really going off the wall.” He paused for a moment, “And there no such thing as reincarnation…right?”

Dion replied with a well-practiced smugness, “Oh you have much to learn mon frère.”