Words do not describe.

What the shit.

No.

Dude, just. No.

There are honest mistakes, and then there are idiots who enjoy shooting the shit out of "terrorists".

Fiction aside, this is why I do not support the military. This is why I want English troops out of Iraq; because I don't want our country to be similarly disgraced, as it no doubt eventually will be. America, do whatever the hell you want. Sure. Fine. This is why we are separate countries.

I understand nobody but the American military knew about this. I don't blame the American public. Hell no.

I just.

Why does nobody report this stuff? This happened in 2007. Three years, that's how long it took for this information to leak to the general public?

I hope this video goes viral.

Urgh, I feel sick.

Self-righteous rant over now. Resuming capitalist self-indulgence. Fic up later tonight, expect angst.

Writer's Block: Pet talk

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"Walk me bitch." :|

Or something like "hey master, hey, hey, master, hey! PLAY WITH MEEEEEE! Look! Look at my adorable eyes, don't you want to play with me? Yeah that's right, feel the guilt. Plaaaaaaaaaay with meeeeeeeee."

6:30 = "Food. Food? Is that food? Food for me? Food? Food. Fooooooood. Food please? FOOD! Maybe if I stare at you for long enough you will turn into food. Oh hey, that's food! That's food for me! Yaaaaay!.... There's no chicken/cheese/potatoes mashed up in this. I refuse to eat this slop." *walks off*

Family Ties [Part 33]

Title: Family Ties

Characters (in this chapter): France, China, Scotland.

Rating: 18

Warnings: Torture, graphic imagery, gore, me getting carried away.

Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.

( I... need to learn how to stop breaking down into evil laughter when writing these. )