President Bush has his hand on the meat grinder again and is ready to add more live meat! Who's American sons and daughters are worthy of this sacrifice? What currently is Bushes noble cause? And those few Americans who still support this child madman . . . can you see your hand next to his cloven claw on the meat grinder? It is there! Right next to Vice President Haliburtons fat little girl hand! Can you you hear the screams before they start? The sounds of death and endless pain hurled upward from his own hell. Can you hear them A.A., azrightwinger, ohionutcase? Tonyd is that your hand I see? Shame on all of you!
GENERAL: Now, Field Marshal Hague has formulated a brilliant new tactical plan to ensure final victory in the field.
CAPTAIN BLACKADDER: Ah, would this brilliant plan involve us climbing out of our trenches and walking very slowly towards the enemy, sir?
CAPTAIN DARLING: How could you possibly know that Blackadder, it's classified information?
CAPTAIN BLACKADDER: It's the same plan that we used last time, and the seventeen times before that.
GENERAL: Ex... ex... ex... actly! And that is what is so brilliant about it! It will catch the watchful Hun totally off guard. Doing precisely what we've done eighteen times before is exactly the last thing they'll expect us to do this time!
There is, however, one small problem.
CAPTAIN BLACKADDER: That everyone always gets slaughtered in the first ten seconds?
GENERAL: That's right. And Field Marshal Hague is worried that this may be depressing the men a tad. So, he's looking to find a way to cheer them up.
CAPTAIN BLACKADDER: Well, his resignation and suicide would seem the obvious.
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