A rude friend once wrote a case of a rape trial. Let's say there's this woman. She is a skanky bitch whore who likes to fuck men and then leave them cold, alone, and flaccid. She loves the cock. She’ll fuck everyone as long as she gets her fill of cock. Everyone who sees her knows she's heading for HIV or worse some day.
However, she gets checked, like clockwork, every few months, so she can go forth and fuck some more. But let's say that one night she's kidnapped and drugged and a train is run on her by about thirty guys who, when she's bleeding, begging, sore, and weeping, keep beating and fucking her. And, slut that she is, takes her tired, semen-stained, broken body to the hospital where she is helped to file charges against her assailants.
They are arrested, which is satisfying, but a couple of cock-free months later, she discovers that she has HIV. At the trial, the defense are chomping at the bit to talk about her sexual history; they wanna show that shes nothing more than a cock monger who finally fucked herself into oblivion.
The judge at the trial allows that evidence, and, when the prosecutors tell the judge that she has HIV from the rape, after all the years of fucking, the judge says, "What's the difference?"
In this case, yeah, Musharraf's Q-league is that bitch. One way or the other, they had to lose. The bastard knew it. But the credit goes to General Kiyani who made sure that these polls take place.
