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TEH NEW AGE OF TROOLING ( HAS COME... ) )) (( (( ) AND GONE.,^.(( ) l |)) Civilization amongst the ((|:l trolls has decayed. )l l l:| The strong rise to the top. | l l:l The weak fall. l | _|_l_ And today they fall to gmC the C,lmC CfVVC FLAMING SWORD ======= , _ _ _ ,;Y oek OF THE (( f h )) joe eB \l WW WW l/ AoeoeR CLIT I- _ _ -I So oeG I l I.Qoeo U I | I jle eol' __XX666XX,cf oeoeoV _efhlkhlkhlk lkhlkhlkhlkW Joeoe eoeoe eo oeo oeoeo/ Ceoeoel o oeoe eo oe eoek _=xxxx=_eoeo oeoeoe eoeoH' xx xx oe e eoeoeo oH x x eoeoe eoeoeoH x C L 1 T x e eoe eo eoH x x eoeo oeo oe V x. F P.x oe e eoeoe eW; `x x'e eoeo o oeoeG xx xx oeoe eoeoeoeo H `NIGS'JKo oeoeoe eoeoeH 03 sexual(*)asspussy irc.goatse.info #trolls
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When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.
Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. ?Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men. .."
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about. .."
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as browwn as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his hightop work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never. .."
"Well, old Ike's willing
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When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.
Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. ?Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men. .."
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about. .."
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as browwn as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his hightop work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
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I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11PM and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned home a day early, from a trip to her sister's place, in the country.
What she found as she walked in, was her husband wearing her underwear and, fully made up to boot. She insisted that, if I wanted to remain married to her, I would agree to dress up for her, whenever and wherever she instructed me to. I was flabbergasted and truly lost for words. I didn't want to lose her but I knew she could be a vindictive cow, when she wanted. I agreed meekly to this arrangement, which is why I am here, about to enter a transvestite club on the Earls Court Road, fully transformed into my female persona, Pippa. In my hand I hold a sheet of paper and, have instructions that I must show it to anyone that I speak to, once inside the club.
The paper reads as follows: I have been instructed to show this to anyone I talk to. Please read it thoroughly. Please note that the woman you are talking to is actually my husband. He is known as Pippa when dressed like this. I have asked him to fulfill a mission for me. It is in four parts, the first of which he/she completed by entering the club. She cannot disclose her mission parts until they have been accomplished but, if asked about it once she has completed them, she must answer all questions fully and truthfully. Barring her identity, Pippa must reply honestly to any question she is posed and has been asked to be reasonably accommodating to people's requests of her. She is not to be harmed or marked in any way. Have fun!
I paid and went downstairs to the bar and dance floor. The barman wasn't busy so I went to order a drink, as he approached I realised I was going to have to speak to him. I nearly lost my bottle but he was already asking me! As humiliated as I felt, I handed him the piece of paper and watched blushingly as he read it all. His smile grew as he read through the wording and, handing it back he asked what I wanted to drink. I ordered wine and handed him the money. He disappeared to the far end of the bar and, I saw him talking animatedly with a small group of very convincing crossdressers. He pointed right at me and 2 of the 'girls' walked right over to me and, striking up conversation immediately. I handed them the paper and grew nervous at what might happen. One of them confirmed that this was true with me, asking me if it were a wind up. I reassured them of its validity and that I was a willing participant in this whole affair. One of the two whisked away my instruction sheet and took it over to the rest of the group where, she passed it round to them all. I saw each of them read through it, occasionally glancing over to look lecherously at me. The one that had stayed with me leant forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips, her tongue licking mine briefly.
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She held me by the forearm gently stroking my silk gloves as she said, "I think it's time that you met the rest of us Pippa, because I get the feeling we're all going to get to know you pretty well tonight." She smiled knowingly as she looked me straight in the eyes. I was wearing some seriously classy clothes that really gave me the look of a high-class hooker. Long shiny red silk gloves, a thin red suede choker around my neck and a black and orange snakeskin three quarter length PVC coat were the items that framed my torso.
Underneath I wore a see through red blouse with a thigh length patent black leather skirt, concealing a blood red suede Basque which had been fitted especially with a patent leather waist reducing corset and that snapped shut using a thick flap that was made as a harness that firmly held my manhood in place, hidden away between my leg
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Ooh Fred come to bed Cos my Max had sex With his sexy ex Oh Fred come to bed Baby I won't let your dreams get wet
Well I'm Max I'm Max - baby don't be blue Don't you worry don't be sorry I'll come back to you Just one more night with my poor old ex She's only lonely we don't have sex I'm Max Max Max Baby please stay cool and just relax I'll soon be back but if you feel sad Just go and talk to my friend Fred
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[2] Ooh Fred come to bed Baby you will get A love you never had So Fred come to bed Or my fantasy will drive me mad oooh
I'm Max I'm Max and I trust in Fred Baby he's the best friend I've ever had It's Fred it's Fred - baby just call Fred And anything you ever wanted you will get Call Fred Fred Fred And you will find it's not so bad It's just one night - baby you'll get through Tomorrow I'll be back with you
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Oooh Fred come to bed
Oh my Max had sex With his ex last night Cos he loves her ass and tits So I tell you Fred Come into my bed If you don't - I will call up Fritz
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You want to bring the shitpit that is Slashdot closer to the pretentious, bitchy, and wholeheartedly gay everything2? What the fuck is wrong with you?
E2 is a bunch of whiney prima-donnas clamoring for XP and trying to find the few topics that no one's written yet. In fact, about a year ago, didn't they clear the database so people would have something to write again? Why do we want to actively encourage the Slashdot experience to be even lamer than it already is?? Open your fucking eyes -- it's bad enough here without those losers having influence.
The Iraqi "army" (that lovable, rag-tag gang of uniformed special forces and plainclothes civilians with AK-47s) has spent the past week fighting dirty. They are not following the new rules of war: humane treatment of prisoners, uniformed service, conventions of surrender, et cetera. No no. Iraqis are fighting this one old-school: anything goes, and their wonderfully simple goal is to kill as many Coalition forces as possible, by any means necessary.
Well, I'd like to suggest the US and the rest of the Global Beatdown Squad return to their Barbarian roots, and effect a new strategy: Kill every male over 14 in Iraq.
Think about it. Our family, friends, cousins and countrymen are stepping into a hornet's nest the likes of which has not been seen since Vietnam. To worsen the matter, the enemy is not above breaking any good-faith conventions in order to lure GIs to their sandy grave.
They are breaking the rules of the Game. They checked their moral character at the door; they neither ask for nor deserve pity.
Then why do we coddle them, nagging and pleading them to surrender and limiting our territorial prospects with "surgical strikes"? They are not coddling us. They are beckoning us towards their taxicab and blowing us apart with searing-hot shrapnel. They are flying a white flag and opening fire when we get close enough.
I'll put it this way: Every male fifteen years old or above in Iraq must be killed.
Americans are not safe in Iraq until the entire country is either peaceful by choice, or (in the case of the Iraqi "military") peaceful by force. The Coalition is fighting a clean war, making an effort to avoid civilian casualties and honestly hoping for nothing more than a cease-fire and a clean transfer of power.
Yet these Iraqi bastards stop at nothing to spill American blood. There is only one solution; it has been considered generally unpalatable for several hundred years, but there is no doubting its effectiveness.
Kill the men.
We need not rape and enslave the women and children. In order to ensure a future for a stable Iraq, we must allow their lives to remain as unchanged as possible. This is why we need only kill fightworthy males.
What if Iraqi troops attempt to surrender, when they see half the men in the country dead in a trench? They too must die, for only by holding to a strict discipline may we win this war with honor and dignity.
During the new Iraq's reconstruction, the Coalition could pay to fly eligible males to Iraq for free, along with their possessions. There would surely be a worldwide rush to accomodate the naturally-beautiful Iraqi women.
In conclusion, Iraq has rolled the clock back hundreds of years on the etiquette of warfare. It is both morally justified and militarily correct to reciprocate, and when I ask myself "What would Attila do?", the answer is to totally exterminate of the Iraqi adult male.
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about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.
Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses.
Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had
been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners
and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to
help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers
were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a
way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to
creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a
bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me.
?Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said,
"I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men. .
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about. .
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let
go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I
knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page
characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside
john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it.
Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the
hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and
was as browwn as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the
middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in
his hightop work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward,
the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his
chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to
corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of
his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the
flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at
neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or
not?"
"I never. .
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about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.
Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses.
Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had
been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners
and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to
help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers
were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a
way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to
creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a
bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me.
?Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said,
"I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men. .
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about. .
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let
go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I
knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page
characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside
john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it.
Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the
hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and
was as browwn as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the
middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in
his hightop work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward,
the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his
chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to
corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of
his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the
flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at
neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or
not?"
"I never. .
"Well, old Ike's willing
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I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11PM and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned home a day early, from a trip to her sister's place, in the country.
What she found as she walked in, was her husband wearing her underwear and, fully made up to boot. She insisted that, if I wanted to remain married to her, I would agree to dress up for her, whenever and wherever she instructed me to. I was flabbergasted and truly lost for words. I didn't want to lose her but I knew she could be a vindictive cow, when she wanted. I agreed meekly to this arrangement, which is why I am here, about to enter a transvestite club on the Earls Court Road, fully transformed into my female persona, Pippa. In my hand I hold a sheet of paper and, have instructions that I must show it to anyone that I speak to, once inside the club.
The paper reads as follows: I have been instructed to show this to anyone I talk to. Please read it thoroughly. Please note that the woman you are talking to is actually my husband. He is known as Pippa when dressed like this. I have asked him to fulfill a mission for me. It is in four parts, the first of which he/she completed by entering the club. She cannot disclose her mission parts until they have been accomplished but, if asked about it once she has completed them, she must answer all questions fully and truthfully. Barring her identity, Pippa must reply honestly to any question she is posed and has been asked to be reasonably accommodating to people's requests of her. She is not to be harmed or marked in any way. Have fun!
I paid and went downstairs to the bar and dance floor. The barman wasn't busy so I went to order a drink, as he approached I realised I was going to have to speak to him. I nearly lost my bottle but he was already asking me! As humiliated as I felt, I handed him the piece of paper and watched blushingly as he read it all. His smile grew as he read through the wording and, handing it back he asked what I wanted to drink. I ordered wine and handed him the money. He disappeared to the far end of the bar and, I saw him talking animatedly with a small group of very convincing crossdressers. He pointed right at me and 2 of the 'girls' walked right over to me and, striking up conversation immediately. I handed them the paper and grew nervous at what might happen. One of them confirmed that this was true with me, asking me if it were a wind up. I reassured them of its validity and that I was a willing participant in this whole affair. One of the two whisked away my instruction sheet and took it over to the rest of the group where, she passed it round to them all. I saw each of them read through it, occasionally glancing over to look lecherously at me. The one that had stayed with me leant forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips, her tongue licking mine briefly.
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She held me by the forearm gently stroking my silk gloves as she said, "I think it's time that you met the rest of us Pippa, because I get the feeling we're all going to get to know you pretty well tonight." She smiled knowingly as she looked me straight in the eyes. I was wearing some seriously classy clothes that really gave me the look of a high-class hooker. Long shiny red silk gloves, a thin red suede choker around my neck and a black and orange snakeskin three quarter length PVC coat were the items that framed my torso.
Underneath I wore a see through red blouse with a thigh length patent black leather skirt, concealing a blood red suede Basque which had been fitted especially with a patent leather waist reducing corset and that snapped shut using a thick flap that was made as a harness that firmly held my manhood in place, hidden away between my leg
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Ooh Fred come to bed
Cos my Max had sex
With his sexy ex
Oh Fred come to bed
Baby I won't let your dreams get wet
Well I'm Max I'm Max - baby don't be blue
Don't you worry don't be sorry
I'll come back to you
Just one more night with my poor old ex
She's only lonely we don't have sex
I'm Max Max Max
Baby please stay cool and just relax
I'll soon be back but if you feel sad
Just go and talk to my friend Fred
[repeat 1]
[2] Ooh Fred come to bed
Baby you will get
A love you never had
So Fred come to bed
Or my fantasy will drive me mad oooh
I'm Max I'm Max and I trust in Fred
Baby he's the best friend I've ever had
It's Fred it's Fred - baby just call Fred
And anything you ever wanted you will get
Call Fred Fred Fred
And you will find it's not so bad
It's just one night - baby you'll get through
Tomorrow I'll be back with you
[repeat 1]
[repeat 2]
Oooh Fred come to bed
Oh my Max had sex
With his ex last night
Cos he loves her ass and tits
So I tell you Fred
Come into my bed
If you don't - I will call up Fritz
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Reason: Don't use so many caps. It's like YELLING.
You want to bring the shitpit that is Slashdot closer to the pretentious, bitchy, and wholeheartedly gay everything2? What the fuck is wrong with you?
E2 is a bunch of whiney prima-donnas clamoring for XP and trying to find the few topics that no one's written yet. In fact, about a year ago, didn't they clear the database so people would have something to write again? Why do we want to actively encourage the Slashdot experience to be even lamer than it already is?? Open your fucking eyes -- it's bad enough here without those losers having influence.
The Iraqi "army" (that lovable, rag-tag gang of uniformed special forces and plainclothes civilians with AK-47s) has spent the past week fighting dirty. They are not following the new rules of war: humane treatment of prisoners, uniformed service, conventions of surrender, et cetera. No no. Iraqis are fighting this one old-school: anything goes, and their wonderfully simple goal is to kill as many Coalition forces as possible, by any means necessary.
Well, I'd like to suggest the US and the rest of the Global Beatdown Squad return to their Barbarian roots, and effect a new strategy: Kill every male over 14 in Iraq.
Think about it. Our family, friends, cousins and countrymen are stepping into a hornet's nest the likes of which has not been seen since Vietnam. To worsen the matter, the enemy is not above breaking any good-faith conventions in order to lure GIs to their sandy grave.
They are breaking the rules of the Game. They checked their moral character at the door; they neither ask for nor deserve pity.
Then why do we coddle them, nagging and pleading them to surrender and limiting our territorial prospects with "surgical strikes"? They are not coddling us. They are beckoning us towards their taxicab and blowing us apart with searing-hot shrapnel. They are flying a white flag and opening fire when we get close enough.
I'll put it this way: Every male fifteen years old or above in Iraq must be killed.
Americans are not safe in Iraq until the entire country is either peaceful by choice, or (in the case of the Iraqi "military") peaceful by force. The Coalition is fighting a clean war, making an effort to avoid civilian casualties and honestly hoping for nothing more than a cease-fire and a clean transfer of power.
Yet these Iraqi bastards stop at nothing to spill American blood. There is only one solution; it has been considered generally unpalatable for several hundred years, but there is no doubting its effectiveness.
Kill the men.
We need not rape and enslave the women and children. In order to ensure a future for a stable Iraq, we must allow their lives to remain as unchanged as possible. This is why we need only kill fightworthy males.
What if Iraqi troops attempt to surrender, when they see half the men in the country dead in a trench? They too must die, for only by holding to a strict discipline may we win this war with honor and dignity.
During the new Iraq's reconstruction, the Coalition could pay to fly eligible males to Iraq for free, along with their possessions. There would surely be a worldwide rush to accomodate the naturally-beautiful Iraqi women.
In conclusion, Iraq has rolled the clock back hundreds of years on the etiquette of warfare. It is both morally justified and militarily correct to reciprocate, and when I ask myself "What would Attila do?", the answer is to totally exterminate of the Iraqi adult male.