Re: Voices From The Iraqi Street

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Posted by pancho from pool0072.cvx24-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net (209.179.210.72) on Monday, December 16, 2002 at 6:06AM :

In Reply to: Voices From The Iraqi Street posted by andreas from dtm2-t9-2.mcbone.net (62.104.210.101) on Monday, December 16, 2002 at 5:44AM :

You grab my arm and twist it behind my back...You apply increasing upward pressure until my socket begins to twist out of shape and tears fill my eyes...You keep it up for twenty years while a crowd gatheres round us, including my poor children, watches and does nothing...I cry, I wail, I moan and still no one intervenes...and the pressure on my arm steadily grows...then the person doing this to me suggests it might be time to let up...but first I have to agree to have my groin kicked in...then everything might stop and I be allowed to heal as best I can, medicine and a sling will be provided...I am grateful for the beating I am about to receive because my arm will be let go...and I'll get over the whole thing in time.

I am glad...my children are relieved. We thank you. The crowd congratulates you and praises you for letting me go. Your children are proud of you.

-- pancho
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Good. Can you say that in "Assyrian" ? - andreas 6:13AM 12/16/2002 () (7)

Ta Khool Min Tdeezi - pancho 6:19AM 12/16/2002 () (6)
- Lamset kheena, lamset... Deelee - andreas 8:56AM 12/16/2002 () (3)
  - La Sweelookh? - pancho 9:45AM 12/16/2002 () (2)
    - Itlookh qaala o ateer d'kha zooina ... - andreas 10:39AM 12/16/2002 () (1)
      - Stick to Germglish - pancho 11:07AM 12/16/2002 () (0)
- La boormeelookh khabrane diyyi ? - andreas 6:27AM 12/16/2002 () (1)
  - Jince Boormili...KHOOL Khooni, Pakit. - pancho 6:30AM 12/16/2002 () (0)

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