PULL THAT PLUG! PULL THAT PLUG! PULL THAT PLUG! PULL THAT PLUG!
When Arafat is gone, there's a chance that we might be able to start the peace process between Israel and the "Palestinians". Just maybe. But while that foul crap-pile is still drawing breath, there ain't a chance.
Oh, and while we're at it, what's the chance that we can take that fucking parasite's billions and put them to good use? Yeah, great guy, eh? Steals money from the people he's supposed to be leading and stashes it in his own bank account. Maybe that's why his vulture of a wife lives the life of luxury in Paris.
I'm going to fire up a cigar and down a dram of single malt when that fucker kicks off. I hope he enjoys being gang-raped in hell.
UPDATE: Rob adds some words I can agree with.
For all his blustering, bullying and bastardy he pulled in his life, Arafat is going out the way he should: a broken, decaying shell of a man, rotting from the inside out, being kept alive by machines in the fervent hope that he'll tell his "supporters" where he hid all the money he stole before he dies. What a pathetic figure he is now.
So much for a great martyr.
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