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Transmission Start...Well, the proverbial "it" happened again. This time, it was our wingman. One thing is for certain, the U.S. of A. is the ONLY nation that truly has sympathy and compassion for the Brits. The Frances, Germanys, and Spains of the world were ready to pick up their 9/11 act until they realized there was not thousands dead, merely tens (I say merely, only to bring light to what the results of this attack COULD have been).
Time for an analogy / story (I get a bit long winded,
a la someone else, so grab a drink and settle on down in a comfy chair):
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One day, America was standin' around with the usual peeps, doin' business, and hangin' out. Up walked this guy that seemed familiar. America extended his hand in greeting to this guy... and his head rocked back as this guy proceeded to sucker-punch America square in the nose! This was followed by a haymaker to America's jaw! Then a solid gut punch which knocked the air out of America.
America fell to his hands and knees, struggling for breath, nose bleeding, and stars dancing before his eyes.
Everyone watched as the guy proceeded to turn to them and gloat. They recognised him now... it was Al Queda, a low life thug who took claimed a religious justification for his dark deeds. Al Queda flipped open his switch blade, and began to brag about all of the terrible things that he was going to do to America... after he finished with America's sons and daughters, and all of America's friends. Several more thugs seperated themselves from the shadows, smirks on their faces, and joined in the show of bravado.
Everyone stood there and felt sorry for America. "Poor America... they are going to get hurt pretty badly... they might even die! How terrible." Secretly, several of them felt a twinge of satisfaction at seeing America knocked off of his pedestal. They all stood there, telling America how they felt sorry that these things were going to happen, and how they felt America's pain. And they continued to stand there... all but one.
Britain made his way over to his friend's side. Al Queda and his thugs saw this and warned him not to help America unless he wanted to share in America's fate. Britain ignored the threats, and helped his friend up, supporting him while he got his wind back. America's vision cleared, and, his head raising, his eyes took in the entire scene. He saw the false sympathy from his "friends". He saw Al Queda standing there, big SEG from ear to ear (SEG = s#!t-Eating Grin). He also noticed that some of the smaller guys, like Australia and Japan, had started forward to assist Britain with helping America.
America stepped forward, his composure regained, nose still bleeding, jaw sore. He looked at his true friends, and nodded his thanks towards them. He looked at the so-called friends, and said "You're either with us, or against us..." France and Germany shuddered as America's gaze passed over them. They could tell that America was deadly serious. Making a big production about how they were 100% behind America, they marched over and took positions on either side of America.
America then fixed his steely gaze upon Al Queda. A moment of doubt creeped across Al Queda's face, as he saw the seething cold fury in America's eyes. Shaking his head, Al Queda began to grin again, and remembered the last time America took a serious hit, he ran away.
"You won't touch me, Great Satan", Al Queda declared, "Besides, I have my friends here." Taliban and Saddam stepped out and joined Al Queda. Saddam was accompanied by his son and daughter, both of whom he had on a leash.
"Everyone stay out of this, this is between me and Al Queda", America said to Taliban and Saddam. Taliban walked right up to America, and shoved America backwards.
"What are you going to do about it, Great Satan?", Taliban asked. "We aren't gonna let you touch Al Queda... he's under our protection."
"He has threatened me, my family, and my friends with pain and even death. Do not stand in my way."
"Well, we ARE standing in your way, tough-guy... Whaddaya think about that?", questioned Taliban, pulling back his jacket to flash a pistol shoved into his waistband.
The corner of America's mouth curved ever so slightly upwards into a wry smile. Looking back at Britain, he said "Let's roll..."
The significance of those words slowly dawned upon Al Queda and his friends. Taliban reached for his pistol, while Al Queda lunged forward with his switchblade.
They never even saw what hit them, though surely it must have been a freight train that derailed. America and his crew waded into the middle of the thugs, connecting with each swing. America disarmed Taliban and pistol whipped him with his own gun. Al Queda lunged for America, intent on the kill. Britain and Australia dropped him in mid-lunge with a combined Rugby tackle. After 30 seconds of fighting, the remaining thugs dropped back. Looking around, America could not find Al Queda - he had disappeared. Taliban was laying on the ground, whimpering and bleeding.
The thugs had rallied behind Saddam, who stood there behind his children, with a gun pointed at his daughter's head.
"Let me go free, or I kill her!"
"You'd kill your own child?!"
Saddam smirked, "Why not? She is only one of many children."
"I won't let you do this", America said.
"Try and stop me, Cowboy."
America shrugged his shoulders.
"A'ight...", and raised the pistol he had taken from Taliban.
"NOOOO!!!", shouted France and Germany, leaping in between America and Saddam.
"There is no reason to do anything to Saddam", said France.
Germany chimed in, "Yeah, what'd he ever do to you... he dinna even fight just now."
"Are you two mental or something?! HE'S GOT A F'ING GUN TO THAT GIRL'S HEAD! And the second we turn our backs on him, he's gonna shoot us!", exclaimed America.
"We aren't going to let you hurt an innocent man, like our friend Saddam here", stated France, with Germany nodding his agreement.
"Christ!", swore America, raising the gun, "I don't have to put up with this crap.", and shot Saddam in the shoulder, knocking the gun away from the girl's head. France and Germany leaped to the side out of the line of fire, while Britain and the rest of America's friends carried the two kids to safety. The rest of the thugs charged America. First one, then another, and another thug dropped as America calmly shot each of them, firing until his gun was empty. Throwing down the gun, he waded back into the fray with his friends at his side. When the dust settled, the first group of thugs had been defeated; however, a second group stood staring silently at America.
"Double-yoo, Tee, Eff! Is this a f'ing video game `Congratulations, you've just defeated wave one'?! Whatever, Let's do this."
America and his friends readied themselves.
Suddenly Spain saw something out of the corner of his eye. Spinning around, he was just in time for Al Queda to clock him with his fist, breaking Spain's nose. Spain immediately fell to the ground, assuming the fetal position, clutching his nose and sobbing hysterically. Britain, having turned to face Al Queda, barely caught a glimpse of motion out of his periferal vision. Pulling his head back, one of the other thug's fist grazed his temple, knocking him slightly off balance. Recovering quickly, Britain turned to face his new attacker.
"Nobody tries to cold-cock me, ya bloody Wanker!"
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Now, I don't mean to make light of everything that has happened since 9/11 by putting this in a story format. However, it is the easiest way to describe the interation between the various nations involved, as well as sum up in perspective what has happened so far.
*sigh*
It is way too late. I started writing this at midnight, and now it's almost 0200 h. Ok, blah. I'll post more later.
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