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Old 03-28-2003, 02:02 PM   #71
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Originally posted by StuartD
I'm not twisting anything... this is what you said
in response to your dopey question regarding terrorism. hopefully you'll outgrow this inability to follow a train of thought.


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So... if I hate the fact that the US up and did something against what the world voted against... am I a terrorist or not?

If I hate Bush for doing what he's doing just so that he can play the hero and get re-elected... am I a terrorist?
If you just think it, we'll let you live. if you act upon it by trying to kill Americans, we'll very happily kill you.

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Do I get to have a scud dropped on me for opposing the US's decision?
We would never use something so primative.

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And I am losing no argument.. I'm just not winning it. I have no intention of winning... I just like how you keep making the US out to be Godly over the world and making everyone else out to be terrorists who will feel your wrath.
If that's all you're getting out of this, you should pay closer attention in reading comprehension class.
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