Graffiti in the Anbar on Sixth Street; A Conversation Overheard

"Sloshing pissbuckets of the Priest-Kings, why is it always on my walls?"
"Not just yours. Something similar was put up in the Great Square just yesterday."
"Bold, aren't they?"
"Or foolish."
"Both, likely."
"Certainly."
"D'you suppose there is anything to it?"
"There is always at least a notion of truth in this things. If not more."
"Hm."
"I will fetch one of the sluts to get this scrubbed clean."
"No. Leave it."