**otherwise I’d o your *.
stomp your age.
Don’t take things so seriously.
This has to be one of the most moronic threads ever started here. You really are simple, aren’t you.
And don’t post even veiled threats against other members. This is not a suggestion.
There’s more chance of Dick Cheney and Saddam Hussein working together than Saddam and Osama bin Laden.
Before Exercise Desert Storm (Gulf War I), Osama bin Laden who, at that time was a noble freedom fighter opposing the Russian menace in Afghanistan, made an offer to the Saudis to remove Hussein from power, er, permanently.
The Saudis declined his kind offer, especially as the Americans and British were feeding weapons (including “Weapons of Mass Destruction”) to Hussein, who was keeping the Iranian menace in check, along with a Kurd or two. The Saudi government felt (probably) that the implications of having a secular leader assassinated by a popular Muslim fundamentalist might not play well with the Christian fundamentalist government of the US. Key players at the time include names you might recognize, such as Bush (the elder), Cheney and Rumsfeld.
Strange old world, isn’t it?
Yeah, this post did take it to the extreme, but why am I simple for it? It’s all in good fun, really it is.
Well, you know what they say about opinions.
More moronic than this OP, please:
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=160477
Saying we shouldn’t kick their ass is simple. “Let’s just not do it.”
UncleBeer and Giraffe, I apologize for my surreptitious threats, it just got out of hand. It won’t happen again.
But everything else stands.
Dude, did you ever see Red Dawn? That movie ROCKED!! I mean, it’s kinda old and shit, but still. Fuckin’ A.
This makes me laugh. I love it when people swagger from behind their computer screens. The anonymity of the internet can turn anyone into a hulking tough guy.
The true magnitude of this statement astounds me, given how moronic some of the other threads around here have been.
Doesn’t mean it ain’t true. 
Yes I’m sure it’s buckets of fun for our troops on the front lines, and for million of other people around the world who are affected directly and indirectly by this situation.
:wally
Yup. It’s all just in good fun. Please.
And you’re simple because your opinion isn’t based on reason. Nor facts.
Yeah, I thought that was going to come across wrong. I really wasn’t trying to swagger – I don’t get into fights, least of all with some random idiot from a message board. But his implication that I was lucky I was safe behind the computer screen made me smile. He couldn’t have known, but I happen to be pretty big (6’8", 220 lbs).
In retrospect, I should have just ignored it, and stuck with mocking his posts.
IMHO, the humor in the situation was that Giraffe could have been a paralyzed comatose heroin-addict waif on life support, and
yme has the same chance of kicking his ass.
Well, for the purposes of this particular post, I happen to be 7’2", 385 lbs of chiseled granite, have assorted martial arts blacks belts, an arsenal to make James Bond jealous and can dance a mean Merengue.
Nope, they don’t come much bigger than moi… on the Internet 
So, there.
So following that logic, you support the people who shoot them or burn down their houses?
And Avalonian, why do you hate America?
Well, hell, RedFury, I’m 8’6’’ and weigh 450 pounds and it’s all pure muscle. I have a pet bear that I wrestle every morning just to wake up properly. I have a black belt in every form of martial arts know to humanity, carry 50 large knives on me and can throw them 300 yards and hit 99 percent of the time, and carry an Uzi, a sawed-off repeating shotgun, and two accuratized .45 automatics concealed in my clothes, and a bazooka shoved up my ass.
When I get erect, the heavens part. 
(Wasn’t there a thread for this sort of thing already?)
Well, muscle tissue and sharp or dense metal is all very well and good, but that is not true strength. True strength is when you stare into the empty sockets of Death, the blank grey orbs of Fate, and the courscating rainbow’d irises of Madness, and they all blink first. And then you make Death and Madness your personal bitches, and put Fate on your wait staff. And then you bitch-slap God when his pansy-ass complains to you about wanting his anthropomorphic personifications back, if you please, sir? That’s strength.
No I’m sorry, there isn’t time…!
Pfft! Guess what I had for dinner? That’s right, BBQ’ed Peyote Coyote bear, that’s what. And I used your dick for a toothpick afterwards.
But I ain’t planning on using your bazooka any time soon. :eek: