One of my more right wing murican friends sent me this. I give it points for felicity of style at least...
Can't see it myself...
Quote: subject I have a theory. 5 Iranian nationals boarded Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 using bogus passports. Trying to blend in as ordinary passengers they took their seats. The 777 airliner taxied down the runway and sprinted into a thunderous takeoff, its massive twin Rolls Royce roaring as the plane climbed to its cruising altitude of 35,000 feet. The pilot turned off the Fasten Seatbelts sign as they settled in for the long overseas leg of the flight. One of the Iranians kept looking at his brand new Chinese knock off Rolex watch. When he saw that they were 90 minutes into the flight he slid his cell phone out of his pocket and sent a text.
The phone's short range radio was capable of sending text messages within the cabin of the aircraft. Three men got up from their seats and went to the back of the aircraft, while the stewardesses were preparing the galley cart the three men each grabbed a stewardess and drew a long ceramic blade from his trousers and slit her throat. They neatly tucked the bodies in the rear galley and closed the door behind them. Next they made their way to the center galley area of the aircraft. Once again each man grabbed a stewardess and slit her throat tucking the bodies out of sight of passengers behind the galley wall. The other two Iranian men made their way to the cockpit and they too drew out ceramic knives and slit the throats of the pilot and co pilot. The two Iranian men took the places of the pilots and began the process of locating and switching off the transponder locaters.
The three men who had incapacitated the crew joined the two who had disabled the pilots. The first of the transponders was disabled and about twenty five minutes later they had figured out how to turn off the second. "get your oxygen masks on." the pilot said in an Arabic dialect as he eased the aircraft up to 45,000 feet. He pushed a button on the aircraft cockpit panel to depressurize the cabin. the circuitry that drops the oxygen masks on the aircraft had been disabled on the ground while the aircraft was undergoing routine maintenance. The pilot stayed at 45,000 feet for 15 minutes to insure that everyone in the cabin had perished. He then drew the plane into a sharp dive for the deck. Skimming the water at less than 1000 feet he guided the aircraft to a landing strip in Iran.
The dark Iranian man who piloted the aircraft opened the door of the plane and walked down a mobile staircase to greet a man in a red turban. The man in the red turban motioned over to the aircraft with his arm in a wide sweeping arc. "Abdullah this fine aircraft is just what we need to bring down the Great Satan." he said putting his arm around the pilot as the two of them walked off.
Can't see it myself...
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken."
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Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken."
Sith code