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You, sir, are not like the Gopi Saraswati Chandi I used to know in Dehli where the air is so polluted from your dirty coal and horrid Tata trucks and cars, you walk out of the house and a minute later your white dhoti is black from alla da smoke.
You, sir, sound like some kind of hot head blood thirsty arrogant Hindoo smashing Moslems and Buddhists in their faces because they came too close to your friggin temple.
Why are you Communist Indians always telling everybody else what to do when your own country is such a horrid, corrupt mess? You got the worst of British bureaucracy and put it on steroids, you did.
If you are so interested in whirrled peas, why don't you give your lovely Chinese and Pakistani neighbors everything they want, why don't you?
All you can say is war crimes, war crimes. Do you remember Clinton's chicken high altitude bombing of Serbia?
War crimes, my tuches, Gopee Saraswati! Did you ever hear of friggin Arjuna? At least he was willing to listen to Lord Krishna's wonderful wisdom, and fight against the evil forces arrayed against him. Go back and read The Gita one more time.
After 9/11 we could no way Jose tolerate Taliban and Al Queda running Afghanistan. We could not tolerate Saddam laughing at all the mealey mouth, platitude spouting appeasers at the UN. That friggen guy gassed entire villages. There are mass graves of slaughterd Shia.
He had rape rooms for his enemies' young daughters.
Like so many Indian Leftoid Intellectuals, you are an arrogant know it all, Chandi-Bandi.
Go choke on your ghee for me, please.
Go have a basti.
You need it, sir.
