Here's six of our U.S. port cities as represented by hot dogs. Who knew that New Jersey could look so plump, juicy, and delicious?
Surely, the United Arab Emirates and President Bush wouldn't concoct secret agreements underneath our noses, and then use his spokesperson to lie to the American public about his involvement. That's just crazy conspiracy theory stuff to think that there's more to this than what's on the surface. I mean, the government is here to protect us, right? Why would we negotiate our safety with a country that housed and financially supported 7 of the 9/11 terrorists? Why are they so interested in acquiring the Beaumont and Corpus Christi locations? Why would we potentially jeopardize our sea ports by having a country owned company patrol our National seaports? Dubai is a country that doesn't even recognize our ally, Israel, as a sovereign state. This is also a nation who has only been our friend and has maintained a clean track record for THREE out of THIRTY YEARS of existence. Hmmm, this clandestine contract likely won't have a good outcome.
Yep, my tingly Spider senses were correct! As soon as the U.A.E was turned loose to protect and monitor our hot dog cities, they were gobbled up, reportedly with a side of ketchup, and is currently being turned into crap. Who could have foreseen such a catastrophic event? Who knew this would happen when we turned our Port Security over to a country that sympathizes with terrorists?
We the people knew, and rose up to stop it, but ultimately found a government that turns a deaf ear to the concerns of its citizens.
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Let me tell you something miss biotech, there is nothing yummier than a hot dog cooked from an Arab nuclear missile. That's a weenie roast you don't want to miss!
THIS DEAL , FOR THE AMERICAN PUBLIC, SMELLS A LOT LIKE WHAT THE HOT DOGS HAVE BECOME
Hey Jim, let's make a deal!
When the bombs smuggled in through our port explode into gigantic fireballs, we can party. You bring the weenies, and I'll bring the marshmallows, graham crackers, and the karaoke machine.
We'll sing R.E.M's, 'It's The End Of The World As We Know It'.
I'll bring the graham crackers and belt out a vers of kumbaya.
Sounds like we are gathering up a bonafide party here. The theme is "It's The End Of The World, So Kiss Your Bum Goodbye".
We'll serve alcohol free kamikaze drinks, eat Death By Chocolate, make perfect flambe, and devour decapitated gingerbread cookies.
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