And for those who want to march along, here's a little marching tune fer yez, with apologies for a bit of crude language:

Wheeeee! A War!

Everybody get in line,
Bring your gun, but leave your spine
We are going o'er the sea
To have ourselves a killin' spree!

Mayhem, murder, what the hey,
Bushie says it all okay!
Never mind what Momma taught
We're following the Bushie Twat.

Muslim bones we aim to break
Muslim widows we will make
Litter ancient roads and ruts
With their bleeding, torn-up guts

Strew their muscles and their eyes
Down the road to Paradise
We know what these bombs are for!
Follow me to Bushie's War!