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Monday, June 20, 2011
Where the sun bakes the dust...
Middle East is funny, ain't it? Not only do people stay there for some reason, but they actually continually fight over who gets to stay in that sun-baked, dusty, barren hell.
Has anyone ever told you you're a genius? You're a genius. You shouldn't be wasting your wit on a place like this. P.G. Wodehouse come again? Oscar Wilde? Wow! I mean, really, wow!
Not the war, the Battle of Britain. The Germans needed them out of the way, and use of their ships, to get the job done. Madagascar would have been a nicer homeland than the shitpile sandbox they've got now.
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The reason? Religion.
Well how else was the real estate agent supposed to sell them on it? The Hebrew scriptures were genius marketing.
Has anyone ever told you you're a genius? You're a genius. You shouldn't be wasting your wit on a place like this. P.G. Wodehouse come again? Oscar Wilde? Wow! I mean, really, wow!
theres black gold under that there sand
There sure is, but I doubt they knew that until a hundred years ago.
Adolf did have a nice place reserved for the J-people, in Madagaskar, but the plan was abandoned when he lost the war.[1]
Not the war, the Battle of Britain. The Germans needed them out of the way, and use of their ships, to get the job done. Madagascar would have been a nicer homeland than the shitpile sandbox they've got now.
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