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Rocket Launcher seems to me to be a kind of dumb song to sing at Live 8. (Or ever, but anyway.)

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Rocket Launcher seems to me to be a kind of dumb song to sing at Live 8. (Or ever, but anyway.)

War on Iraq: gigantic expensive training camp for extremists

"Iraq has replaced Afghanistan as the prime training ground for foreign terrorists who could travel elsewhere across the globe and wreak havoc, according to U.S. counterterrorism officials and classified studies by the CIA and the State Department."

War on Iraq: gigantic expensive training camp for extremists

"Iraq has replaced Afghanistan as the prime training ground for foreign terrorists who could travel elsewhere across the globe and wreak havoc, according to U.S. counterterrorism officials and classified studies by the CIA and the State Department."

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Area mup gup gups.

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Area mup gup gups.

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BULL
      * Name: Bullfrog
      * Net Asset Value (NAV): $17.09
      * Compliant: Yes
      * Since last weekday report
           + Return: 1.09%
           + Did you beat the:
                o S&P 500 (return of 0.88%): YES
                o NASDAQ (return of 1.04%): YES
                o Dow Jones (return of 0.66%): YES
      * Trailing 30 days
           + Return: 6.16%
           + Did you beat the:
                o S&P 500 (return of 0.75%): YES
                o NASDAQ (return of 0.35%): YES
                o Dow Jones (return of -0.85%): YES

So why can't I do that with real money? This fake fund has grown 70% since I started it.

Probably helps to have a million dollars instead of a thousand...

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BULL
      * Name: Bullfrog
      * Net Asset Value (NAV): $17.09
      * Compliant: Yes
      * Since last weekday report
           + Return: 1.09%
           + Did you beat the:
                o S&P 500 (return of 0.88%): YES
                o NASDAQ (return of 1.04%): YES
                o Dow Jones (return of 0.66%): YES
      * Trailing 30 days
           + Return: 6.16%
           + Did you beat the:
                o S&P 500 (return of 0.75%): YES
                o NASDAQ (return of 0.35%): YES
                o Dow Jones (return of -0.85%): YES

So why can't I do that with real money? This fake fund has grown 70% since I started it.

Probably helps to have a million dollars instead of a thousand...

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I now salute you in the name of Ghod,
I who a piteous widow must complain.
My son, my joy, arrested by a squad —
And in far Lagos he shall soon be slain.
The cash for his defense my husband hid
(I mean the late Abacha, even he),
I cannot use; for unjust laws forbid
That my funds can now be released to me.
There’s thirty millions that I cannot touch
But I can send to you, a man I trust:
O heed a widow’s prayer; your sleeve I clutch!
Relying on your kindness now I must
Request the number of your bank account.
I swear you’ll gain a very great amount.

I am the merry widow of Nigeria's former president,
My son has been arrested and in prison he is resident,
I never would approach you if it wasn't for one incident:
They've frozen all our bank accounts, we cannot touch a single cent!
The bad police are watching me and all my movements they resent,
Send details of your bank account, I'll send one trusted dissident,
I know that I can trust an honest guy like you to implement
My cunning plan to stash away three million bucks for ten percent!

Hello Faddah
Hello Mammah
I am Miriam
Abachaba
And I'm writing
You this missive
And I hope your mood is not at all dismissive

Attend the tale of Miriam.
Her story sad and demeanor glum.
She sends out letters to gentlemen
(Some never thereafter are heard of again).
She’s hoping to find someone dumb,
Is Miriam, The Grieving Widow of Sanni

I am just a widow
And my story's often told,
All my money it's been stolen
But with help from you I'll give to you my promises,
All will be blest if you just give me your credit card I'll debit all the rest

Lah de dah dah the money it will come!

Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie lie!

— via elynne

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I now salute you in the name of Ghod,
I who a piteous widow must complain.
My son, my joy, arrested by a squad —
And in far Lagos he shall soon be slain.
The cash for his defense my husband hid
(I mean the late Abacha, even he),
I cannot use; for unjust laws forbid
That my funds can now be released to me.
There’s thirty millions that I cannot touch
But I can send to you, a man I trust:
O heed a widow’s prayer; your sleeve I clutch!
Relying on your kindness now I must
Request the number of your bank account.
I swear you’ll gain a very great amount.

I am the merry widow of Nigeria's former president,
My son has been arrested and in prison he is resident,
I never would approach you if it wasn't for one incident:
They've frozen all our bank accounts, we cannot touch a single cent!
The bad police are watching me and all my movements they resent,
Send details of your bank account, I'll send one trusted dissident,
I know that I can trust an honest guy like you to implement
My cunning plan to stash away three million bucks for ten percent!

Hello Faddah
Hello Mammah
I am Miriam
Abachaba
And I'm writing
You this missive
And I hope your mood is not at all dismissive

Attend the tale of Miriam.
Her story sad and demeanor glum.
She sends out letters to gentlemen
(Some never thereafter are heard of again).
She’s hoping to find someone dumb,
Is Miriam, The Grieving Widow of Sanni

I am just a widow
And my story's often told,
All my money it's been stolen
But with help from you I'll give to you my promises,
All will be blest if you just give me your credit card I'll debit all the rest

Lah de dah dah the money it will come!

Lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie lie!

— via elynne