All of his outward representation copied my Mother then raped her, repeat, repeat, repeat. As with all viscous rapists he pretended to be something else then raped with his image and the pen. He has raped me more times than I have personalities and is very much in hell and never coming back. He is a tasteless cardboard eater for eternity. Forever to be fed a lie and having his soul torn apart by repeated negative dreams.
Real war has crossed all the international boundaries and is very much about the values of the person against the abomination of the dark grey machine. This is not a victory, it is a very sad state of the gullibility of humanity or what is left of it in Australia.
