My name is Georgie. I am a young and cute little Maltese that was abandoned for no reason in the street of Hong Kong. I was hungry, dirty, smelly and oh so very sad. Luckily I was found by the team of Hong Kong Dog Rescue and I was given another chance: a New Leash of Life!
Hamas puppet show: Islamic child kills George Bush Aqsa TV (Hamas), Mar. 30, 2008 Bush: Who are you, what brings you here to my home? Child: My daddy, you killed him in the Iraq war. And mommy, you killed her with the criminal Zionists, in Lebanon. My younger and older brothers, you killed them also, with the criminal Zionists, in Gaza's Holocaust. I am orphan, I am orphan, you criminal! Bush, I must take my rights with the sword of Islam. Bush: I repent, just don't kill me. Where are my guards? Guards! Child: (Laughing) There are no guards, and your people surrendered, oh Bush. I'm coming with billions of children from Palestine, Iraq, children from Syria, Lebanon and Afghanistan. Bush: I will give you whatever you want. Come with me to the White House, you and your friends. Child: (Laughing) Bush, you are impure, and it won't help you to go to the White House. It turned into a big mosque for the Islamic nation and Muslims. I will kill you, Bush. It is your fate. I will kill you. (Stabbing Bush) I killed him.
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This video was intended for youtube but umg is fucking dum and wont let me upload a bit of music that i am dancing to, EVEN THO I BOT THE SONG AND I GAVE REFERENCES AT THE END OF THE CLIP. NOT TO MENTION THE OTHER VIDEOS THAT USE THE SONG... Tisk tisk.
In the morning
I wake up without you my side
and I`ve been just wake up in dream
where you were holding me still tight
In the evening
I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'am watching movie that is coming
but I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'ve missing out of something
I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'am alone you\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'re not my side
here in home
and I missing and missing you so
in the morning I could be, so damned glad and live, put the loundry dry in sun, and afternoon I \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'am dissapointed again somehow.
In the morning
I thought that maybe we should meet
but then lost that thought escaping
I feel you like a stone in me
In the evening
only the movie is rolling on
but of the plot I dropped away
thinking about us what went wrong
here alone
and I missing and missing you so
early morning I could be, so damned sure I can, put the things allright again, when morning come
I fail and miss it again.
In the morning
I know I must keep living on
this thing inside me is a killing
I have to try forget it all
the end is come
Terrorist's Farewell Video: Female suicide terrorist sees killing Zionists as her ticket to heaven Reem Riyashi, Hamas, before her attack killing 4, Hamas website, 2004 2009 I am the Martyr Reem Saleh Riyashi, I hoped that the shredded limbs of my body would be shrapnel, tearing Zionists to pieces, knocking on heaven's door with the skulls of Zionists. How often I spoke to my soul: "Oh soul, if you loathe the Zionists, enemies of my religion, my blood shall be my path to march to Heaven". Since 8th grade I have striven, seeking people daily to guide, listen, and help me. How often I desired to carry out a Shahada-Seeking (suicide) operation inside Isreal, and by perseverance, and with Allah's grace, my wish was fulfilled.
Dieser Clip ist im Rahmen des 99Fire-Films Awards 2012 entstanden. Die Handlung ist exakt 99 Sekunden lang und musste innerhalb von 99 Stunden abgedreht werden. Vorgaben im Film waren ein Laecheln und die Zahl 500. Kurz zur Handlung, der Protagonist nimmt Abschied von einen Freund am Rheinufer, die Aufloesung kommt erst am Schluss. Dann beginnt nach einen unheimlichen Donnern eine Flucht. Der Protagonist trifft unter anderen auf einen Schamanen, der dem Protagonisten einen reichen Gewinn verspricht, im Anschluss findet der Protagonist den reichen Gewinn von nur 500 Rubel und loest diesen Komplett bei einen Dealer ein, nun kommt die Aufloesung.
Al-Dura Calls Children to follow him to Paradise Clip PATV 2000-2003 PATV June 28, 2006 "I am waving to you, not in parting, but to say follow me" Muhammad al-Dura How sweet is the fragrance of the martyrs. How sweet is the fragrance of the earth its thirst quenched by the gush of blood flowing from the youthful body How sweet is the fragrance of the martyrs O father, till we meet till we meet O father, till we meet
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Herr Momsen ist ungefähr so, wie sein Name klingt: ein bisschen stur, ein bisschen altmodisch, und ganz schön frustriert. Am meisten nervt ihn dieses Internet-Gequatsche. Denn Herr Momsen führt sein Verlagshaus seit Menschengedenken mit Erfolg -- ohne einen Cent im Netz zu investieren. Trotzdem wacht Herr Momsen manchmal nachts auf, und hat Zukunftsängste. Ist dieses Internet vielleicht doch spannender, als er es sich vorstellen kann? Um das rauszufinden, macht Herr Momsen sich auf den Weg.
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Lyrics:
High Noon
HOOK:
Just when you thought it was safe to play outside,
here comes the new kid on his big red bike
poppin wheelies
ackin all silly,
billy, i think this kid's lookin for a fight
(wild wild west)and the noon is high
Verse1:
Please for the sake of safety remember the alias
I am the epitomy of what you think that crazy is
while you're the equivalent of pussy a mercedes gets
20 on it, call me on it, on this table(place your bets)
I am not an arguer so you should probably save your breath
you are gonna need it when you're runnin like a lazy pet
see, i told you that
next time you'll listen but there's not a next imagine that
no one takes the minutes to find out that i am a cool cat
(i second that opinion)hey,jay(what)(shut up your ass)
they will never get it so i force it like abortion
on a poor kid who's family just knows they can't afford it
to live in this society with rovers and porches
their pinto's on 10s, wheels hot as 10 torches
to some it's a sin,
to some it's life choices
truth is(dum dum)
keep your minds open
(open up wide)
and listen to the veteran
life is shorter than my attention when I'm in netherlands
blowing hella dough on hella weed and hella hashish man
i feel like this is a holloween party for candy man
(i see dead people) I see, i see dead people
it's always a big honor when i talk to real people
instead of haters, fakers, occassional pansy ass
today marks a brand new era, my people raise up your glass
in the air(air)
taste it like the bread at mass
I'm a lighter
give a fuck who is a match
they on fire
as soon as i get a chance
firefighters are like...'nope, i ain't touchin that'
i approach ever future like, what's a past?
if you ain't learn from your mistakes?
(here's a common task)
take a rake
scrape it across your face
and you'll know what it's like for hell's gates to slam on your ass
Hook)/
