We did consult our allies, and they didn't want to help out. I'm sorry, but if my friends said no to getting together and jumping some rotten bastard who was dealing drugs to the neighborhood kids, I'd still run over there and beat the shit out of him. Then I'd tell my pussy friends that they're a bunch of fucking cowards.
We might be allies, but that doesn't give you a right to dictate what we do.
None-the-less, we have to placate you bastards. We'd hate for you to stop buying our goods. God knows that your economies aren't going anywhere.
For you little bitches who go to sleep dreaming of tea-bagging the peanut-sized balls of a naked and sweating Michael Moore, please, enjoy this article:
http://slate.msn.com/id/2102723/
Truth is a possession.