Dis moi, t’as bien lu ce qu’il a écrit shawford ?

Ca colle pas un cachou ce que tu nous sors là : le bien fondé de la guerre en Irak ?RIDICULE.

Depuis que le monde est monde les pures crapuleries sur cette Planète ne l’ont jamais été pour des idéaux mais parce qu’elles servaient les ambitiosn personnelles des puissants.
Et ceux ci ils sont copains worldwide désormais.

Mais apparemment y’a ici que des esprits de lémuriens incapables de comprendre et de se projeter hors des pensées communautaristes.

P..., c’est quand qu’on se met à faire fonctionner sa caboche avant qu’ils nous bousillent définitivement cette planète 

PS : spécial dédicace pour ceux qui ont de la jugoeotte :

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
« Now the old king is dead ! Long live the king ! »

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can’t explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king ?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world