War is Gay

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Actually that's not true:

``Sec. 3. (a)(1) Except as otherwise provided in this title, every
male citizen of the United States, and every other male person residing
in the United States
, between the ages of eighteen and twenty-six,
shall be automatically registered under this Act by the Director of the
Selective Service System.


https://www.congress.gov/bill/118th-congress/house-bill/8070/text

I don't know about that.... read the very next paragraph.

(2) This section shall not apply to any alien lawfully admitted
to the United States as a nonimmigrant under section 101(a)(15) of the
Immigration and Nationality Act (8 U.S.C. 1101) for so long as he
continues to maintain a lawful nonimmigrant status in the United
States.

Maintain "lawful nonimmigrant status" and your golden.
 

Um... no. Last year I stubbornly refused to shave for about three months. Never again. I don't care what others do, but fo rme facial hair is utterly disgusting. Food and other shit getting stuck in the nose brush was just too much. I finally caved and mowed it all off and haven't had that impulse to insane behavior since. In fact, it's been about three or four days, so when I get up in a few, it will be time to get out the hedge trimmers yet again.

I have NO idea what God was thinking with this facial hair thing on men. Seriously, he must have been drinking or something because the only thing worse than hair on a man's face is if it's found on a woman's.
 
Um... no.

It was a bit of trivial historical theorizing, not a demand that you change your personal habits. Nor a request for TMI.

Food and other shit getting stuck in the nose brush was just too much.

You know, I think that may be a better theory for Amish neck beards than rebellion against Bismarck.
 






Nice weather, the sky is clear
My parents lead me to the town square
They're doing a military parade there today
A lot of people, and my heart is full

I want to march just like a soldier
And stroll around with dignified stature
With weapons in your hands, nothing is forbidden
Somebody has to die, somebody has to kill
That's so wonderful!

Nice weather, the water is calm
My parents don't know what I want
No chocolate! I don't need toys anymore!
For a parade, you need to have a gun

I want to march just like a soldier
And stroll around with dignified stature
With weapons in your hands, nothing is forbidden
Somebody has to die, somebody has to kill
That's so wonderful!

The wind picks up
The sun hides away
My parents were distracted and lost sight of me
I fled from imprisonment
Raindrops flow down my cheeks
In this crowd nobody can catch me
I'm sailing across the sea of people
I see a machine gun
A storm is brewing in the city
I walk around the guard from the back
The machine gun is pretty heavy
The place is full1
My heart is empty

I want to march just like a soldier
And stroll around with dignified stature
With weapons in your hands, nothing is forbidden
Somebody has to die, somebody has to kill
That's so wonderful!
 
There is more Gospel truth in this song than in the filth coming out of the mouth of any pro-war "Christian":



If you find metal offensive, but war is A-OK, you hate the Gospel, no matter where you are on Sunday morning.
 
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