The year 1999, seventh month, [or simply "sept"] From the sky will come a great King of Terror. To bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, Before and after Mars to reign by good luck.
Why is it the Mongols of this world always tell us they're defending us against the Mongols?
We are the silver people, the Mongols. When they ask, tell them there are no tribes. Tell them I am khan of the sea of grass, and they will know me by that name, as Genghis. Yes, tell them that. Tell them that I am Genghis and I will ride.
I can't imagine any reasonably responsible person arguing against the abortion of mongols. . . If we could tell what foetuses are going to be affected with cancer in their 40s and 50s, I would be for aborting them now.