The first blog post should traditionally be blunt, short and sweet. Just wanna share with you guys something which is a little sad but yet humorous. (ps: my grandmother's actually talking to her sister about the size of a Japanese piece of faeces.) dont ask me why.

Alrite heres the little titbits for the moment:



KIDS' LETTERS FROM
TERRORIST CAMP.
BY BOB WOODWISS
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Dear Mom and Dad,

Camp Taliban is great so far and it's going to get even better soon. A few of the older guys in camp left a couple hours ago to raid the girls' camp over on the other side of the sand dune and are going to try to see them without their burkas on. The counselors say, if they're successful, when they get back, the rest of us get to burn their eyes out with a red-hot poker.

All glory to Allah,
Zafir

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Dear Dad,

Yesterday, at automatic-weapon practice, I had more bull's-eyes than anyone else in the whole camp and won the marksmanship medal. Afterward, I was so happy, I kept firing my gun into the air. Then today, a bunch of kids from a whole lot of other camps around here came to our target range for a big competition, but my stupid Kalashnikov jammed and I wound up losing to a boy from Camp Death to America. Afterward, I was so mad, I kept firing my gun into the air.

Your insignificant son,
Fawzi

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