Post by magnus on Aug 9, 2012 1:56:41 GMT -5
So, so you sit there in your American disbelief that a lion has walked out of the unforgiving wastes of Northern Siberia. Well now is the time to start believing comrades. In Soviet Russia Belief has you. It controls everything you say,think and do. Much, much to your President. In Soviet America, freedom fights you. In Soviet Russia, Siberian Lion carushes you.
It's simple Russian politics my friend. Unfortunately simple Russian politics confuses everyone else in the world. Russia beats Germany in World War two, Russia wins the cold war, we put first man in space, first object in space, we have more atomic bombs then you and we have one more Siberian Lion then you. See? Simple Russian politics. In Soviet Russia, we do it first and we do it best, the first time. The only time and for dear mother Russia, not a clown or a shoe but for the mighty hammer and sickle. You will see our vast superiority comrades. You will see it first hand in battle in honor and service of our great land.
Mister West and Mister Green, fitting. Both of you men, do this for Money yes? both of you men do this for recognition, yes? You do this for selfish reasons, yes? Those are the best kind of reasons for in Mother Russia, those reasons do not exist. In Soviet Russia, theres little that you can do to escape your fate but The Lion, he has. He has and he in hungry. Many miles he has traveled. Many miles has he searched. Now, he has found it. The epitome of human, how do you say, shit?
In Soviet Russia, face heels you. The Lion, he knows only one thing, superiority. He is simply faster, smarter, more agile, more cunning then you. you might as well go home and cry to your Winston Churchill's since that's all you seem to be good for. Crying and losing, the American way. In Soviet Russia, it liberates you, lifts you up so you feel a hundred feet tall, taller then the shoulders of giants but still smaller then Mother Russia herself.
So tell the world that you don't care. Tell the people, you're people that you are not scared of the lion, a pussy cat. Tell them that he'll be some sort of coat or rug. Even better, tell them that he'll be in a movie made from Jew hating mouse, HA! I love it. I love your attempts of bravado. Reminds me little girl I once knew named Sasha. Tsk, Tsk, such a good girl. More of a man then you two.
In Soviet Russia, all things simple. In Soviet Russia, lion hunts you. And he will Carush you.
For mother Russia.
It's simple Russian politics my friend. Unfortunately simple Russian politics confuses everyone else in the world. Russia beats Germany in World War two, Russia wins the cold war, we put first man in space, first object in space, we have more atomic bombs then you and we have one more Siberian Lion then you. See? Simple Russian politics. In Soviet Russia, we do it first and we do it best, the first time. The only time and for dear mother Russia, not a clown or a shoe but for the mighty hammer and sickle. You will see our vast superiority comrades. You will see it first hand in battle in honor and service of our great land.
Mister West and Mister Green, fitting. Both of you men, do this for Money yes? both of you men do this for recognition, yes? You do this for selfish reasons, yes? Those are the best kind of reasons for in Mother Russia, those reasons do not exist. In Soviet Russia, theres little that you can do to escape your fate but The Lion, he has. He has and he in hungry. Many miles he has traveled. Many miles has he searched. Now, he has found it. The epitome of human, how do you say, shit?
In Soviet Russia, face heels you. The Lion, he knows only one thing, superiority. He is simply faster, smarter, more agile, more cunning then you. you might as well go home and cry to your Winston Churchill's since that's all you seem to be good for. Crying and losing, the American way. In Soviet Russia, it liberates you, lifts you up so you feel a hundred feet tall, taller then the shoulders of giants but still smaller then Mother Russia herself.
So tell the world that you don't care. Tell the people, you're people that you are not scared of the lion, a pussy cat. Tell them that he'll be some sort of coat or rug. Even better, tell them that he'll be in a movie made from Jew hating mouse, HA! I love it. I love your attempts of bravado. Reminds me little girl I once knew named Sasha. Tsk, Tsk, such a good girl. More of a man then you two.
In Soviet Russia, all things simple. In Soviet Russia, lion hunts you. And he will Carush you.
For mother Russia.
