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lungs
12-20-2005, 12:22 PM
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4544768.stm

This time no boycotts. Time to put Bolivia on the list of countries to invade?
Kodos
12-20-2005, 12:33 PM
But where will Mike Tyson fade into now?
Bee
12-20-2005, 12:33 PM
edit: dammit Kodos! You type too fast. :D
biological warrior
12-20-2005, 12:42 PM
Damn communists. Its time to Marshall Plan them and for Bush to make the Truman Doctrine his own.
Subby
12-20-2005, 12:59 PM
A leader democratically elected by the people, without the help of a coalition.

Not sure how that's a problem.
Airhog
12-20-2005, 04:29 PM
First venezuela, now Bolivia, who's next? Honduras?
John Galt
12-20-2005, 04:40 PM
A leader democratically elected by the people, without the help of a coalition.

Not sure how that's a problem.

Is that you Subby? I don't think I can handle "Chris."
Dutch
12-20-2005, 06:47 PM
Damn communists. Its time to Marshall Plan them and for Bush to make the Truman Doctrine his own.

It frightens me what people teach you about this world we live in.
stevew
12-20-2005, 06:49 PM
Who the fuck is chris?
sovereignstar
12-20-2005, 06:51 PM
Who the fuck is chris?

http://www.operationsports.com/fofc/member.php?u=4662
Shkspr
12-20-2005, 07:04 PM
Hmmm...when you say Bolivia, I just think California...
JonInMiddleGA
12-20-2005, 07:29 PM
Hmmm...when you say Bolivia, I just think California...

So do I ... sort of. I think of Hollywood & this classic:

You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning. But here you are, and you cannot say that the terrain is entirely unfamiliar, although the details are fuzzy. You are at a nightclub talking to a girl with a shaved head. The club is either Heartbreak or the Lizard Lounge. All might come clear if you could just slip into the bathroom and do a little more Bolivian Marching Powder. Then again, it might not. A small voice inside you insists that this epidemic lack of clarity is the result of too much of that already. The night has already turned on that imperceptible pivot where two A.M. changes to six A.M. You know this moment has come and gone, but you are not yet willing to concede that you have crossed the line beyond which all is gratuitous damage and the palsy of unraveled nerve endings. Somewhere back there you could have cut your losses, but you rode past that moment on a comet trail of white powder and now you are trying to hang on to the rush. Your brain at this moment is composed of brigades of tiny Bolivian soldiers. They are tired and muddy from their long march through the night. There are holes in their boots and they are hungry. They need to be fed. They need the Bolivian Marching Powder.