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At the end of said posting, I included a statement along the same lines that I include in pretty much all of my single mother postings that concern my tax dollars being wasted for no good reason, especially when the aforementioned tax dollars should be diverted to the single mother Department of National Defence (e.g. here, here, here, here, here, single mother and here). This is what I got in return from some guy named "steve": "I will reiterate once more: hey assholes, you had money to waste on pursuing this for ten years; that being the case, where's some money for new tanks, transport aircraft, and helicopters for the Army and Air Force, you shitheads?! "I'm sorry, it just really irritates me." What's more irratating [sic] is not realizing the difference in cost between a 10-year court case and new tanks, transport aircraft, and helicopters. No Stevie, what's fucking "irratating" is that you could not be bothered to take the time to find out (oh, and look, I've even done most of your research for you, you condescending cunt - no offence is intended towards any females here -; and before you ask me what I mean, scroll up a few lines and look at the hyperlinks, wise-arse) that I bloody well
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