Et Tu, Scotland?

Oh Scotland. I'm so ashamed of you right now. I've always viewed you as hardier, more rugged, more gutsy than your neighbors. I mean, for God's sake, you eat haggis! HAGGIS! No spineless little pissant could eat haggis! That's reserved for sturdy, tenacious, stalwart, tough people. I admired you, one time, Scotland. I adored you, in fact.

But that is to be no more. What in the blazing hell has happened to you? When did you turn in to yellow bellied, wimpy, sissy?

You assholes released a terrorist because he has prostate cancer? Are you got damn ding me?

This waste of oxygen KILLED 259 people in December of 1988. Killed them. Over your country. In Lockerbie. Remember? Do you think this shit streak had any compassion for those 259 people he killed? Did he show any sympathy for them when he bombed their plane? What about the 11 people who were killed on the ground by the debris? Did this chowder head show any remorse for them?

It took them 11 years to bring him to trial. He wasn't convicted of murder until 2001! Do you honestly believe this is an adequate sentence for killing 270 innocent people? Did those who were blown up in that plane and killed on the ground get to die amongst their family?

I'm glad his cancer is terminal. I hope every last day of his life is painful. Excruciatingly painful. I hope it burns every time he takes a piss.

I hate the compassion for that worthless piece of shit. And I hate you, Scotland, for releasing him. Brave? My aching ass you're brave. You're nothing but a bunch of got damned liberal bleeding heart pussies.