And you said Muslims were humorless savages.
OK, so you were right, but they’re still easy to mock, even though theirs is a humorless, savage hate cult.
Respect for Islam #1
Remember
In the Running for “Most Clueless Graphic” of the Political Season
So, my inbox had an email with the breathless title, “Horowitz: Are Muslim Brotherhood sympathizers working in the Obama Administration?” and the following graphic:
Methinks these guys give The Muslim Brotherhood too much credit. “Infiltrated”? Nah, more like “recruited”. After all, the Muslim Brotherhood Fellow Traveler-in-Chief occupies the Oval Office.
What the Typical Libtard “Knows” About Christianity
The best, most “positive” view the typical libtard has of Christianity is,
“Jesus paid for our sins, so let’s get our money’s worth.”
Always eagerly answering Romans 6:1, “Yeh,baby!” without even the ability to move onto the next and following verses…
Apart from that, all the typical libtard can do is either cite examples of behavior by people acting in completely UN-Christian ways as evidence that Christianity is evil or simply utter lies for the hell of it. Of course, these are the same people who proclaim that the religion founded and modeled by the mass-murderer, rapist, pedophile, liar, brigand, torturer, slaver and thief, the Butcher of Medina (Mohamed, he who quite obviously, from the testimony of his own lips and the record of his life, now finds his eternal home in hell), is a wholesome “religion of peace,” with absolutely no intended irony.
Insanity.
Pissed? Who cares?
An organ of the Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind has shot itself in the foot and once again exposed the divide between itself (and its co-conspirators against the republic in the Beltway Mentality) and real people. In its manufactured outrage at a purported “desecration” of Taliban corpses (as if such a thing were even possible, when the lives of such had already desecrated the bodies long before death), the WaPo elicited readers’/viewers’ views on the matter. Result? A big yawn.
It’s just too bad there was no pig manure handy, or perhaps, even more graphically…
The Grave of the Hundred Head
by Rudyard Kipling.
There’s a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There’s a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there’s Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.
A Snider squibbed in the jungle-
Somebody laughed and fled,
And the men of the First Shikaris
Picked up their Subaltern dead,
With a big blue mark in his forehead
And the back blown out of his head.
Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Jemadar Hira Lal,
Took command of the party,
Twenty rifles in all,
Marched them down to the river
As the day was beginning to fall.
They buried the boy by the river,
A blanket over his face-
They wept for their dead Lieutenant,
The men of an alien race-
They made a samadh1 in his honour,
A mark for his resting-place.
For they swore by the Holy Water,
They swore by the salt they ate,
That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib
Should go to his God in state,
With fifty file of Burmans
To open him Heaven’s Gate.
The men of the First Shikaris
Marched till the break of day,
Till they came to the rebel village
The village of Pabengmay-
A jingal2 covered the clearing,
Caltrops hampered the way.
Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Biddin8 them load with ball,
Halted a dozen rifles
Under the village wall;
Sent out a flanking-party
With Jemadar Hira Lal.
The men of the First Shikaris
Shouted and smote and slew,
Turning the grinning jingal
On to the howling crew.
The Jemadar’s flanking-party
Butchered the folk who flew.
Long was the morn of slaughter,
Long was the list of slain,
Five score heads were taken,
Five score heads and twain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back to their grave again,
Each man bearing a basket
Red as his palms that day,
Red as the blazing village-
The village of Pabengmay
And the “drip-drip-drip” from the baskets
Reddened the grass by the way
They made a pile of their trophies
High as a tall man’s chin,
Head upon head distorted,
Set in a sightless grin,
Anger and pain and terror
Stamped on the smoke-scorched skin.
Subadar Prag Tewarri
Put the head of the Boh
On the top of the mound of triumph,
The head of his son below-
With the sword and the peacock banner
That the world might behold and know.
Thus the samadh was perfect,
Thus was the lesson plain
Of the wrath of the First Shikaris-
The price of white man slain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back into camp again.
Then a silence came to the river,
A hush fell over the shore,
And Bohs that were brave departed,
And Sniders squibbed no more;
For the Burmans said
That a white man’s head
Must be paid for with heads five-score.
There’s a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There’s a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there’s Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.
If You’ve Not Been Living Under a Rock…
…and not spent most of the years of your life stirring your frontal lobe with a fork, then you are quite aware that the Mass MEdia Podpeople HJivemind regularly, routinely, blatantly lies about Islam and Muslims. If you’ve been paying attention at all and have done your due diligence in informing yourself of critical issues, then nothing in the video posted below will come as a surprise to you. Don’t take my word for it that what the video presents concerning Islam is absolutely true, as far as it goes. Do your own homework. Read the Koran (or the best translation you can get of it). A MOR, scholarly version such as “The Koran Interpreted” (1955) by Arthur Arberry might be a good place to begin.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ib9rofXQl6w
Remembering 9/11
Kipling told us how best to deal with Muslim savages:
The Grave of the Hundred Heads
There’s a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There’s a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun,
And there’s Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.A Snider squibbed in the jungle,
Somebody laughed and fled,
And the men of the First Shikaris
Picked up their Subaltern dead,
With a big blue mark in his forehead
And the back blown out of his head.Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Jemadar Hira Lal,
Took command of the party,
Twenty rifles in all,
Marched them down to the river
As the day was beginning to fall.They buried the boy by the river,
A blanket over his face —
They wept for their dead Lieutenant,
The men of an alien race —
They made a samadh in his honor,
A mark for his resting-place.For they swore by the Holy Water,
They swore by the salt they ate,
That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib
Should go to his God in state;
With fifty file of Burman
To open him Heaven’s gate.The men of the First Shikaris
Marched till the break of day,
Till they came to the rebel village,
The village of Pabengmay —
A jingal covered the clearing,
Calthrops hampered the way.Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Bidding them load with ball,
Halted a dozen rifles
Under the village wall;
Sent out a flanking-party
With Jemadar Hira Lal.The men of the First Shikaris
Shouted and smote and slew,
Turning the grinning jingal
On to the howling crew.
The Jemadar’s flanking-party
Butchered the folk who flew.Long was the morn of slaughter,
Long was the list of slain,
Five score heads were taken,
Five score heads and twain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back to their grave again,Each man bearing a basket
Red as his palms that day,
Red as the blazing village —
The village of Pabengmay,
And the “drip-drip-drip” from the baskets
Reddened the grass by the way.They made a pile of their trophies
High as a tall man’s chin,
Head upon head distorted,
Set in a sightless grin,
Anger and pain and terror
Stamped on the smoke-scorched skin.Subadar Prag Tewarri
Put the head of the Boh
On the top of the mound of triumph,
The head of his son below,
With the sword and the peacock-banner
That the world might behold and know.Thus the samadh was perfect,
Thus was the lesson plain
Of the wrath of the First Shikaris —
The price of a white man slain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back into camp again.Then a silence came to the river,
A hush fell over the shore,
And Bohs that were brave departed,
And Sniders squibbed no more;
For he Burmans said
That a kullah’s head
Must be paid for with heads five score.There’s a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There’s a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun,
And there’s Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.
Idiots who refuse to learn the lessons of history will quail at Kipling’s prescription, but realists know that Islam = hate cult and the only EFFECTIVE argument against Muslim savages is genuine, RATIONAL fear of reprisals more brutal than their own savagery. Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times the numbers of deaths of Islamic savages for every non-combatant they kill. Escalate the body count until they give up or cease to exist.
Period.
It’s only right. They started it*; we ought to finish it.
Yep. They started it with the first massacre of non-combatants, meeting under a truce, performed by Mohamed and his band of thugs. Policy set (kill “unbelievers” who refuse to submit, whenever and wherever possible; enslave and rape their women and children; pillage their goods). And so it has been from the beginning to this day: genuine Muslims are savage thugs, liars, cheats, rapists, slavers and thieves. Mohamed commanded them to be so. The world would be better off were the US to borrow and spend The Zero’s new “stimulus” (jack off) money sending out SOG teams to gather heads of jihadis. Now, that’s a “stimulus package” I could get behind!
LEAKED! New Democratic Party Symbol!
Stolen from Dan Schmucker and shamelessly modded
“Bacon makes the best Koranic bookmark… “
These videos speak for themselves. My only quibble is the waste of perfectly good bacon. After all, mere contact with the toxic waste that is the Koran would make otherwise perfectly good bacon useless for anything but feeding to “good” Muslims.
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