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To: sylvester80 who wrote (202171)	9/9/2006 11:03:09 AM
From: Ichy Smith	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 281500

"The way things are going we'll see who does the crying when a nuke explodes in Tel Aviv." And that is exactly why Israel is building up a Second strike capacity. A nuclear attack on Israel will make Islam a religion that bows towards a Nuclear Desert. Hopefully we in the west will have time to develop alternate fuels. If the Arabs are the first to strike with a nuclear weapon, the world will allow Israel to decimate Islam. And the world will feel sorry enough for Israel to rebuild it, but the countries who started the first Nuclear war, won't get that kindness.

To: sylvester80 who wrote (202171)	9/9/2006 11:06:22 AM
From: Wharf Rat	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 281500

Have you ever heard the Pal national anthem? I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks And wait for the Double "E" But the railroad don't run no more Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe is me Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood I ain't naming names She really worked me over good She was just like Jesse James She really worked me over good She was a credit to her gender She put me through some changes, Lord Sort of like a Waring blender Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe is me Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow bar She asked me if I'd beat her She took me back to the Hyatt House I don't want to talk about it Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe is me (Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carre` Down in Yokahama She picked me up and she throwed me down I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama") Warren Zevon Poor Poor Pitiful Me