Akatsukami
2011-12-31 10:15:00
Actually, Briggsy, I suspect that you already know how we’d win that war.
That’s why you rant so vehemently about “you can’t possibly win, so give me all your guns, and I’ll let you live…for a certain value of ‘live’”. The dachas, the underaged prostitutes, the exppensive liquors, the riding in limos with smoked-glass windows whilst the peasantry tugs their forelocks…you wake up sweating, knowing all the things you thugs crave so much could suddenly be taken away from you.
