The United States should conquer Africa

I'll refute his arguments now. He agrees with my value of sex.My criterion better meets this value, because since conquest requires a military conflict, there would be deaths and therefore less sex over all. You have to vote for me nowHe says that more people leads to more sex, which is true. However he is, by the nature of conquest, reducing the total amount of sex in the world. Since his entire case is sex, you can turn the value completely against him and flow it neg. He further argues that we could buy out Africa. This is a brilliant, sexi idea, and it turns me on. Excellent job Zaradi, excellent ;). But it isnt conquest so it isn't meeting his burden. His argument from lust falls at premise 13 (lol) because you're killing more people so less sex happens over all--he does not dispute that we need to look at sex from an absolute worldview, so he's already lost. I'm glad he thinks I'm sexy, but really I dont want to sleep with any African hostages from the conquest, lets save that for the Africans shall we? He argues that hes more skilled than me, but the only way to prove it is for one of you to sleep with both of us and make a judgement (I invite you to do so!!) so yes. I have a lot of characters because the logic behind his arguments is as flimsy as his d1ck, so I'll post song lyrics now I'm through with standing in lineTo clubs we'll never get inIt's like the bottom of the ninthAnd I'm never gonna winThis life hasn't turned outQuite the way I want it to be(Tell me what you want)I want a brand new houseOn an episode of CribsAnd a bathroom I can play baseball inAnd a king size tub big enoughFor ten plus me(So what you need?)I'll need a credit card that's got no limitAnd a big black jet with a bedroom in itGonna join the mile high clubAt thirty-seven thousand feet(Been there, done that)I want a new tour bus full of old guitarsMy own star on Hollywood BoulevardSomewhere between Cher andJames Dean is fine for me(So how you gonna do it?)I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fameI'd even cut my hair and change my name[Chorus:]'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstarsAnd live in hilltop houses driving fifteen carsThe girls come easy and the drugs come cheapWe'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eatAnd we'll hang out in the coolest barsIn the VIP with the movie starsEvery good gold digger'sGonna wind up thereEvery Playboy bunnyWith her bleach blond hairHey hey I wanna be a rockstarHey hey I wanna be a rockstarI wanna be great like Elvis without the tasselsHire eight body guards that love to beat up @ssholesSign a couple autographsSo I can eat my meals for free(I'll have the quesadilla on the house)I'm gonna dress my @ssWith the latest fashionGet a front door key to the Playboy mansionGonna date a centerfold that loves toBlow my money for me(So how you gonna do it?)I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fameI'd even cut my hair and change my name[Chorus]And we'll hide out in the private roomsWith the latest dictionary and today's who's whoThey'll get you anything with that evil smileEverybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, wellHey hey I wanna be a rockstarI'm gonna sing those songsThat offend the censorsGonna pop my pills from a pez dispenserI'll get washed-up singers writing all my songslip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong[Chorus]And we'll hide out in the private roomsWith the latest dictionary and today's who's whoThey'll get you anything with that evil smileEverybody's got a drug dealer on speed dialHey hey I wanna be a rockstarHey hey I wanna be a rockstar Do what you want, ‘cause a pirate is free,YOU ARE A PIRATE!Yar har, fiddle di dee,Being a pirate is alright to be,Do what you want ‘cause a pirate is free,You are a pirate!(spoken)You are a pirate!(crowd)Yay!We've got us a map, (a map!)To lead us to a hidden box,That's all locked up with locks! (with locks!)And buried deep away!We'll dig up the box, (the box!)We know it's full of precious booty!Burst open the locks!And then we'll say hooray!(girl's voice)Yar, har, fiddle di dee.If you love to sail the sea,You are a pirate!(spoken)Weigh anchooor!Yar har, fiddle di dee,Being a pirate is alright to be!Do what you want '‘cause a pirate is free,You are a pirate!Arr yarr, ahoy and avast,dinky-dink-dink-a-dinkadefast!Hang the black flagAt the end of the mast!You are a pirate!Hahaha! (Yay!)We're sailing away (set sail!),Adventure awaits on every shore!We set sail and explore (ya-har!)And run and jump all day (Yay!)We float on our boat (the boat!)Until its time to drop the anchor,Then hang up our coats (aye-aye!)Until we sail again!(girl's voice)Yar, har, fiddle di dee.If you love to sail the sea,You are a pirate!Laaaand ho!Yar har, fiddle di dee,Being a pirate is alright with me!Do what you want ‘cause a pirate is free,You are a pirate!(spoken)Yar har, wind at your back, lads,Wherever you go!(singing)Blue sky above and blue ocean below,You are a pirate!(spoken)Hahahahaa!You're a pirate! 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