French Riots Spread.

Don’t miss Traderrob’s post over the weekend on the Paris riots. This has now spread beyond the borders of France. Europe is always being so sweet. We must understand them and assimilate them. Wait a minute it’s not them who is the target of assimilation it’s us. They want us assimilated. The enemy will continue to take advantage of our tolerance as part of their strategy. When reacted against they fade away then just when you think it’s getting better boom they are back. See they are thinking longer term than we in the west. We can’t wait to get back to our bag of chips and the TV. We can’t wait for the fantasy that this is all a Bush scheme for oil to come true so we can pop open a fresh bag of Ruffles. Why because the truth is just so inconvenient. How bothersome that we will have to put aside our better qualities and fight tough and hard. The terrorists are betting we can’t put down the bag of chips and will wishful think our way strait to defeat. We can defeat the terrorists, no problem. They don’t have a society and I dare say a chance in hell to defeat us unless we hand it to them. But we can defeat ourselves and the jury is still out on that. Will the world wake up and see the truth for what it is or will we all descend into politics as usual and bicker why they quietly position themselves for the next battle?

Traderrob:What do decades of idle submission and spineless obeisance under the guise of tolerance reap?


As urban unrest spread to neighboring Belgium and possibly Germany, the French government faced growing criticism for its inability to stop the violence, despite massive police deployment and continued calls for calm.

See Captain's Quarters for more.

Captain Ed: The riots in France have little connection to the Islamist terrorist offensive against the West, if the American media coverage gives any indication. However, alert CQ reader Mr. Michael points out that both American and French media sources warned of coordinated Islamist action against France in the weeks before the riot.

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Skipping the Paris Layover en route to Beruit? Times are changing.

Mark in Mexico.

How many rioters who feel that "it's fun to set cars on fire," and that Napolean cocktails "make a huge bang," and that "This is just the beginning," and "It's not going to end until there are two policemen dead," are seeking "divine grace and satisfaction", much less really give a damn about Fatwas and the like?

Posted by: Howie at 12:38 PM


1 France

What do these nations have in common? If anyone doesn't know already, I'm not wasting my time explaining it. Lock and load people of the civilized world; war is here, and the barbarian is at the gate.

Posted by: Improbulus Maximus at November 07, 2005 01:13 PM

2 Damn IM I hate it when I have a big old post of blips that were good and then they go off the great electro beyond. I'll try again later. Darn darn darn.

Posted by: Howie at November 07, 2005 02:12 PM

3 I always copy my posts before I clicky the "Post" button, then I laugh wickedly and flip off the computer screen.

Posted by: Improbulus Maximus at November 07, 2005 04:02 PM

4 Quote: "The terrorists are betting we can’t put down the bag of chips and will wishful think our way strait to defeat. We can defeat the terrorists, no problem."

We most certainly cannot defeat the terrorists, except by being a greater evil than they are.

I think the terrorists have already seen that America is willing and able to blow up whoever and whatever it wants (civilians included) to get to them, and they're counting on it to bolster their ranks and increase their popularity.

Both sides of this conflict love to engage in speech-giving, chest-beating and flag-waving. It's a matter of pride.

Both sides are driven by pride and false ideals of what they think the world should be like. Both think civilian losses are acceptable to achieve their goal. Both think their goals can be acheived by way of military resistance. Both sides are aversed to combating evil through education. Just for fun toss in the fact that one side also has the unbridled capacity to cause destruction (by way of vastly superior military might).

What's so sad in all this is that the so-called "civilized world" has yet to realize that they cannot win, no matter what their military might. Neither side can win. The reality of the matter is that we are all losing.

The best course of action to adopt is one of humility. I hear lots of talk of sacrifice from both sides, but who'll be first to sacrifice their pride? There is no easy course of action to take here and every choice will result in loss of life. But, the path with the best chances of success is NOT the path we're pursuing right now.

Again, this is a war neither side can win. It can ONLY lead to more devastation. Every battle you think you've won will actually have inspired a new generation of terrorists. And every victory they think they've won will only result in more bombs being chucked their way. Along the way both sides will have grown so accustomed to killing that civlization will be dead, that is, devoid of all humanity. There will be nothing to save. (Some might argue we're already in such a state).

For all the Hollywood-inspired speech-giving that Bush can be credited with, for all the talk of peace, justice and freedom, there is really nothing to be left worth preserving. Every innocent life taken is costing us all of humanity.

Quote: "because the truth is just so inconvenient."

I think this is the very plain truth. Determination to overpower and military might are irrelevant. This war cannot be won. It may at some point even appear to be won, but in reality, the seeds for an even greater conflict will have been sown. The age of victory by war is over.

Posted by: Sohail Mirza at November 07, 2005 05:02 PM

5 Nice speech. A little excessive on the drama, but...

Posted by: Oyster at November 07, 2005 06:04 PM


Posted by: Route Irish at November 07, 2005 06:12 PM

7 Route Irish,

Posted by: Oyster at November 07, 2005 06:19 PM

8 Go away Route Irish...your links are boring and so are you.

Posted by: Jester at November 07, 2005 06:48 PM

9 Every innocent life taken is costing us all of humanity.

After that speech, I only have one question:
Imp: when is the day you talk about going to arrive? I find myself daydreaming about it daily.

Posted by: dave at November 07, 2005 07:02 PM

10 Of all the appeasement bullshit I have ever seen or heard, the piece by Mirza, obviously a Muslim and a fifth columnist, takes the cake. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!

Please excuse the language, but nothing else seemed appropriate.

Posted by: jesusland joe at November 07, 2005 07:56 PM

11 I want mirza and all other adherents of the pedophle mohammed, (scalding bacon grease upon him), to know this: The day will come when the civilized men of the world will stop being civilized. There is coming a Reckoning, and the toll shall be heavy. If any of you survive on our soil, it will be a miracle.

Posted by: Improbulus Maximus at November 07, 2005 08:25 PM

12 Sohail Mirza: Are you fucking nuts? Or just another raghead. Which is the same as being fucking nuts. Do you goat buggerers actually believe we will lose this war before ridding the world of the muslim menance? Muslim assholes are getting closer to their 72 virgins and one camel (their preferred lovers) everyday. Someday, and I hope soon civilization will realize where muslim terrorists come from. I already know. FROM OTHER MUSLIMS.
So the solution should be obvious.

Posted by: greyrooster at November 07, 2005 09:01 PM

13 Is anyone in France armed with a firearm, including the police, and if armed, why are they afraid to use them? Does anyone out there from France or anywhere else have an answer to this question?

Posted by: jesusland joe at November 07, 2005 09:02 PM

14 The only experience the French have with firearms is when they saw Germans and Americans using them for purposes indecipherable to the French; i.e., fighting.

Posted by: Improbulus Maximus at November 07, 2005 09:43 PM


Posted by: Route Irish at November 07, 2005 10:00 PM

16 It's obvious no rational discussion can be had here. Expecting to find reason and rationality, I instead find blind hatred and lack of understanding.

I should have expected that racism would be a popular tool for the illiterate. Far be it for me to expect the "civilized" netizens to rise above the same language and hatred spewed by their opponents.

jesusland: I don't know what a "fifth columnist" is, but I'm not a journalist of any sort.

greyrooster: I'm not saying the western nations will lose the war. Did you actually read what I wrote? Everyone loses. Both sides are utterly obstinate in the face of the rational conclusion that this conflict is not resolvable by means of war. I.e. the war will continue to escalate, spurred on by racism, hatred, mostly fear, and will inevitably end in a major disaster that will affect the entire globe.... err, that means you as well. Do you know what an end-game scenario is? Well that's what the current global climate is playing out to as long as this war is being fed unendingly by both parties involved. By the way, what's a raghead? A rag is something you blow your nose into or some such. I believe you're referring to a turban, which is a piece of cloth used to cover the head out of respect. You'll take care to note that across time in all major civilizations, the covering of the head has been considered a privilege, a right, or an honour, depending on where one is. The Native chieftans wear headresses. The kings of old wore crowns. Well culturally, some Muslims cover their heads because we believe that privilege of respect has been extended to all men and women, not just leaders of tribes or nations. You should take care to note that not even 50-60 yrs ago in North America, you wouldn't catch a self-respecting man on the street without a hat (i.e. a head-covering). If the principle has existed in such a variety of societies and across such a span of time, why single out one nation, one culture for covering the head?

Improbulus: Please take your rose-coloured glasses off. The men you take to be "civilized men" are no better than the extremists of today. They have committed their share of crimes, and perpetuated their share of injustice... perhaps more than any other civilization in the history of the world. They simply have created a legal infrastructure that allows them to carry on with impunity, and bred a populace so fat from its own prosperity and so proud of its own accomplishment that it fails to notice. They misuse the moniker of "civilization". No nation before this western civilization has had the capacity and wealth to either save or destroy all of humanity, and here you are, egging us on to destroy it. Bravo. We shall see what this civilized nation will do.

Civilized nation indeed... and what you refer to as "our soil", that wouldn't be the soil you took from the people that inhabited it before you, would it? That wouldn't be the same soil where a nation was built upon the backs of slaves, would it? The same soil upon which now stands a country that is open and free enough to allow me to stay here? You should not have the gaul to be surprised if I am still here... instead you should be surprised you have not had everyone on this soil blown to kingdom come by now by way of your ignorance, arrogance, and sheer lunacy.

You want to prove your civility? There's plenty of opportunity to do so! Go into a continent like Africa and do your best. It seems to be wonderously simple for this "coalition" to deploy 200,000 troops into a country like Iraq where you can claim you've done it all for the good of the people. If you want to prove your civility, then go forth and deploy 200,000 educators, scientists, engineers and labourers into Africa. See if for once you can build a continent instead of destroy it. Go, teach them and aid them in building hospitals, schools, roads, infrastructure, and such. Only if we do that can we dare call ourselves civilized. We're awesome at serving ourselves, but what about others? THAT would be the mark of civility.

You call us servants of a paedophile? You cannot tarnish the history of that Prophet, or of Islam, or of that part of the world, just as you cannot tarnish the accomplishments of Western civilization with your barbarity. The very numbers you use in your day to day life are referred to as "Arabic" numerals... they were given to the Europeans by the Arabs. While Europe was in the dark ages, the Muslim world was progressing in all fields of study, from philosophy to biology to mathematics, to astronomy. While the Europeans were busy trying to manage their own floundering fiefdoms, ridden with the very same ignorance and arrogance you perpetuate today, the Muslims were advancing the world and civilization as a whole. They were the ones studying the works of the Greeks and the Romans, the knowledge that the Europeans inherited. Is that the legacy of a paedophile? It was Islam that brought peace and unity to the warring tribes of Arabia and turned it into an intellectual, academic, and economic powerhouse. Islam did this by uniting people, and encouraging them to help each other. Those are the hallmarks of any great civilization. Why don't you cite this portion of history, when you you're so quick to think you know the personal details of the man who sparked this movement?

You know nothing other than how to repeat the same accusations that Orientalists have been making against Islam and the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) for ages. The same baseless accusations. My religion teaches me to respect yours and to respect all men of God. Does yours teach you to hate me? Is that the mark of civility?

If that Reckoning you speak of should befall us, it will befall ALL of us (all of humanity), and only by the hands of someone that thinks like you. While you'll be busy wishing death and destruction upon a portion of humanity, I and others like me will be helping all men, all people. History will remember us as the civilized ones, not you.

Posted by: Sohail Mirza at November 08, 2005 12:50 AM


Posted by: Route Irish at November 08, 2005 01:37 AM

18 You long winded piece of pig shit, all through history you have been nothing but sand snakes. When the oil's gone it's back to hearding goats and camels.

Posted by: Pig muhammad at November 08, 2005 01:50 AM

19 Those retards are so dead... Started rioting in Germany. Man, they're all gonna die. And if somehow the Muslims start rioting in Finland, suddenly all the rioters everywhere start disappearing.

Posted by: A Finn at November 08, 2005 02:38 AM

20 ...and I'm not kidding. SuPo is very, very, very good at that.

Posted by: A Finn at November 08, 2005 02:56 AM

21 "My religion teaches me to respect yours and to respect all men of GoD"-So says mirza.

Then you need to convince the jihadists who have taken over your religion and declared war on the civilized world to stop. If the 'moderate' Muslims, and I'm not sure they exist, do not rid Islam of the extremists, then you have yourselves to blame for the hate being directed against you.

When a religion tells its followers to kill anyone who doesn't believe in it, then how do you expect people about to be killed in the most violent of means(throat cut or beheaded)to feel? This seems barbaric to me, and I will resist it with every fiber of my soul.

The ball is in your court, mirza.

Posted by: jesusland joe at November 08, 2005 10:15 AM

22 Ajatollahs are almost as bad as medieval Popes. The only thing missing is a "cleansing of the faith" against protestant, non-conservative Muslims.

Posted by: A Finn at November 08, 2005 11:06 AM

23 Pig: Sorry to be so long-winded. I'll try to make my replies shorter. It's a vice of mine. :)

However, you stand on nothing but conjecture. Don't hate me because you have nothing substantial to challenge me with. Instead, why not make it a goal to seek truth? Or if you're bent on sticking to your attitude of arrogance, then put your money where your mouth is. Stop using the Arab numeric system, forsake all the knowledge and science you got from them. Will you go back to herding cow then? Do you prefer pride to humility?

Of course, far be it for you to have learnt anything from a lowly Arab, right? How dare I suggest such a thing? You can deny history all you want, but you just make yourself seem ridiculously absurd. Every great civilization has accomplishments and made its mark on humanity, including the Muslim civilization.

I agree on one point though, the Arabs are currently far too dependent on oil. They've essentially squandered their legacy of knowledge and intellectual pursuit, and have relied entirely on the wealth from one source. Unless they refocus their wealth on building infrastructure and on education, they'll really be in for it once the oil wells have gone dry.

Anyways, I don't know why my comments have caused such furor here. If you have a better line of reasoning, then calmly present it and I'll listen. If you can imagine a scenario where we militarily beat the terrorists without becoming animals ourselves, I'd love to hear it. I guarantee though, I can come up with a more plausible scenario that leads to our mutual destruction.

When you discuss though, try to be realistic. Every great civilization prior to this one ended. What makes us so sure this one is any different under the circumstances? It shows all same traits of decadence, ignorance, and arrogance that were contributing factors in the fall of the last great empire (the Romans). What makes us better?

jesusland: Thanks for the coherent response!

I largely agree, that the ball is in our court. What needs to be understood is that the only effective weapon against extremism is knowledge. Bombing and killing terrorists and the societies that harbour them will only produce more terrorists. There's simply no two ways about it. Thus, the only effective weapon is knowledge. Knowledge can be spread by educating people... the thing is, it takes longer than simply going in and trying to kill the terrorists. It doesn't look as good, politically, and is impossible to achieve in the 8 years alloted to any American president. In the long term, this is the only solution. When you educate a people, treat them like equals, help them to prosper, that's when we really win. That's what keeps extremism out of the hearts of those people. Remember, you cannot force democracy, nor can you force a way of life on anyone. You can only educate them. This is the goal and mission of my religious community (

What needs to be understood is that the religion of Islam in no way directs people to kill non-Muslims. Historically, Jews, Christians and Muslims lived together for centuries in the Islamic empire. In some cases they even shared the same house of worship.

It's very clearly stated in the Quran that "there is no compulsion in matters of faith" (Chapter 2, verse 257). So it's quite incorrect to think that the religion preaches hatred or violence in any way. The view of Islam is that God has established the difference between what is right and what is wrong, whether one accepts or rejects that is up to them. You and I have been granted total freedom of conscience and faith, and no one can take that from us.

Instead of this just ideology though, what is happening right now around the globe is that extremism and ignorance have gotten a foothold in some societies. Uneducated, illiterate, or simply power-hungry peoples have been given an extremely violent and illogical (not to mention, factually incorrect) interpretation of Islam. They would use anything to advance their own purposes, Islam is just convenient for them. Of course, when you conveniently leave out the parts of the Quran that talk about only fighting defensively, you are obviously willing to twist the philosophy to say whatever it is you want it to.

If you want to read about the peaceful message of Islam, there's a good article here: (be careful, it's a PDF!)

Again, the extremist attitude simply cannot be combated by way of military power. The only way to root out this ignorance is through education and patience. This is true willpower. We have to have the will to do things the right way, whether it costs us our lives or not. It will no doubt take time and money, and we may not profit, except by measure of human life and civility. We will need to change our goals and perceptions. Pursuing this course of action will require us to sacrifice our own comfort at times. My only hope is that we aren't driven by insecurity and fear of death to commit the same atrocities against others and unwittingly give more people reason to adopt an extremist way of life.

What we will inevitably be held to is our own belief and our own actions. If the terrorists keep pushing us, how far will we go? Are we afraid to die while pursuing a more correct, a more just course of action? Will we return every injustice of theirs with an injustice of our own? That's a no win situation, and that's what I'm trying to make clear here.

Btw, I applaud your resistance and opposition to the barbaric injustices of the beheadings and such. I too resist it with every fibre of my soul. I would not hesitate to lay down my life in combat if I thought it would help to achieve a peaceful end, but instead I believe my life, wealth, and time are better spent in securing a more long-term solution, one that involves educating and englightening. Crucial to all this is that we not lose our own humanity, and not lose ourselves to anger and fear.

Pig: sorry to be long winded again :)

Posted by: Sohail Mirza at November 08, 2005 01:44 PM

24 I'd like to read that, but since either the text or the background are always bright white, so my eyes go sore if I read that much at once... Could you please summarize and post the long story short?

Posted by: A Finn at November 08, 2005 02:20 PM

25 The paragrah that starts with"Instead of this just ideology though, what is happening right now around the globe..."

is what we fight. You cannot reason with these people. They cannot be educated to accept the concept of all people "just getting along".

What would you have us do? Sit back, get picked off and slaughtered one by one as we try to teach their children? You're being unrealistic. It all sounds like pretty flowers and chocolate rivers to preach peace and love, but someone has to fight them on the only terms they'll accept.

Do you really think any of us WANTS war just for the sake of war?

Posted by: Oyster at November 08, 2005 04:13 PM

26 Mirza,

I fully agree with what you say in the sense that this is what the Koran should say. But, alas, it does not. There are Sura after Sura that demand that the others be killed, taxed, or converted. The infidel is to be killed and you are to plunder his wealth. Sorry, I didn't make that up.

I am of the opinion that Islam will not be compatible with the modern world until it is remade. Perhaps you are the one to do just that. I pray so, because I do feel this has to stop somewhere. Please don't take everyone too serious here, it is a place to come and blow off steam and get rid of frustrations.

Posted by: jesusland joe at November 08, 2005 04:14 PM

27 Finn: The short of it is that I think waging this war is untenable, inequitable and will ultimately not produce peace. The Muslim world is rife with ignorance and barbarity, and it is a challenge upon us that we should approach this problem with humanity and rationality.

Oyster: They most certainly can be educated. It's in our best interests and is the only viable solution. It's the only way to breed long term peace. Alternately we can remain naive and believe that our will is greater than theirs and we can be warring for decades upon decades.

If we choose to take a more peaceful approach, no doubt we'll lose some lives along the way, but that, by any measure, is what a true martyr is. Unfortunately, it is sometimes the cost of pursuing the most humane, just and rational course of action. For example, sending 100 troops on the ground to sweep a hostile location with concern for civilian life is more just than bombing indisciminately. It's certain more soldiers would be at risk, some may die, but that's a cost we should accept for the preservation of innocent life. That's what it means to say that the life of someone else is equal to my life. Their worth is equal to mine. That's what true sacrifice and willpower are.

We should not fear death. We should acknowledge that doing the right thing sometimes costs lives. If I die while we pursue a just course of action, I would consider that a worthwhile trade. It would be sad, we would hope it could be avoided, but in the end life is worth nothing unless it's lived for the right reasons. Mind you, I'm a regular guy! I pay my taxes, go to work, take out the garbage, et al, it's just that I'm willing to die to do the right thing. I think as a society we need to free ourselves of our fear of death. War is simply our reaction when we are too afraid to do the right thing.

I'm not saying we should throw away our lives, or that we should let ourselves get picked off one by one, but if we really are concerned with acheiving long term peace, then we need to accept that there will be some sacrifice.

Right now we're fighting a war neither side can win. Both believe the other side is weak and will give up, and in reality, neither will. That leaves only one choice... pull out/ramp down and pursue an alternate solution.

jesusland: There is no need to remake Islam as the Holy Quran is quite nicely preserved. The killing, taxing, and converting... these are popular accusations, but either misunderstood or simply false.

For example, on killing:

[2:191] And fight in the way of Allah against those who fight against you, but do not transgress. Surely, Allah loves not the transgressors.

[2:192] And slay these transgressors wherever you meet them and drive them out from where they have driven you out; for persecution is worse than slaying. And fight them not in and near the Sacred Mosque until they fight you therein. But if they fight you, then fight them. Such is the requital for the disbelievers.

The view on killing is quite clearly laid out. Fight only when you are fought against, but don't exceed the bounds laid out. Drive them out from where your oppressors have driven you out. Fighting is allowed anywhere except near the Sacred Mosque, unless they engage you there first.

[60:9] Allah forbids you not, respecting those who have not fought against you on account of your religion, and who have not driven you forth from your homes, that you be kind to them and act equitably towards them; surely Allah loves those who are equitable.

Except for those who fight against you and who have driven you out from your homes, we are encouraged to be kind and equitable to all people.

Here's the verse in particular that I believe you were referring to:

[9:29] Fight those from among the people of the Book, who believe not in Allah, nor in the Last Day, nor hold as unlawful what Allah and His Messenger have declared to be unlawful, nor follow the true religion, until they pay the tax considering it a favor and acknowledge their subjection.

That seems pretty heavy, until you understand it in the correct context. The Quran, like any other religious text, is a book for people of understanding who will reflect upon its wisdom. If you lack wisdom, as most Muslim societies around the world do today, you end up misinterpreting the rules laid out.

This verse was revealed at a time when Muslims and non-Muslims were still at war. The Muslims still permitted the non-Muslims to stay within their territory, but they had to pay a tax and "acknowledge their subjection", meaning they had to accept that where they lived was governed by Muslims and they were not allowed to cause disorder. To put it into perspective, the tax levied on Muslims (called 'Zakat') was actually heavier, and the Muslims were obligated to military service, from which non-Muslims were exempt.

To contrast... today we pay taxes and receive benefits. We get infrastructure, security, and all the privileges we are due. Those non-Muslims got the same thing. They were taxed to enjoy the same benefits of security and infrastructure as the Muslims, but at a lower rate than the Muslims themselves. They had to accept that they were living under a Muslim government and pay their dues.

I hope you can see that your statements clearly misrepresent Islam. Islam does not need to be "remade", rather it needs to be implemented. These teachings are founded in wisdom and served early Islamic society for centuries.

They still serve today when they are implemented correctly, and I openly use my religious community as an example. We hold hard and fast to these teachings, and we now number almost 200 million. That's 200 million people who understand that war cannot bring about peace anymore, but instead want to serve mankind. We do just that throughout impoverished Africa, India, Pakistan, USA and just about everywhere else. We are Muslim and we are most certainly a part of the modern world. We are Nobel laureates, diplomats, doctors, engineers, judges, lawyers, humanitarians, homemakers, etc.

See, it's not about pretty flowers and chocolate rivers, it's not a fantasy... changing the world peacefully is entirely possible, and is in fact incumbent upon us. It's the only road to lasting peace and prosperity anymore.

I stand by my original claim, war will not resolve this current conflict.

Posted by: Sohail Mirza at November 08, 2005 05:59 PM

28 Can anyone summarize what Sohail Mirza is saying for me. I'm not about to scroll thru someone's thesis unless I get paid for it.

Posted by: hondo at November 08, 2005 06:09 PM

29 jesusland: One more quote, in case it isn't evident that Islam encourages peace.

[8:62] And if they incline towards peace, incline thou also towards it, and put thy trust in Allah. Surely, it is He Who is All-Hearing, All-Knowing.

When at war, if your opponent ends hostilities or offers a ceasefire, you are mandated to accept it. This verse highlights that war in Islam is only allowed defensively.

I hope this also illuminates the true nature of Islam for you.

Posted by: Sohail Mirza at November 08, 2005 06:10 PM

30 As I said, I don't doubt your sincerity, or your interpretation of the Koran, but it is how the extremists interpret the Koran that is the problem.

The Salafist interpretation, now prevalent in mosques around the world, uses the same Suras that you quote and comes to an entirely different conclusion.

I can tell you are an educated man, Mirza, and I can see you have a grave concern for what is happening, so that is why I hope you will turn your energies to convincing the radical among the faithful of Islam. That would indeed take a miracle from God.

Posted by: jesusland joe at November 08, 2005 07:21 PM

31 Sahail gives me hope that his interpretation may win out.

Posted by: Howie at November 08, 2005 08:10 PM

32 Mirza: There is an intelligent, more truthful reply to very piece of bullshit you write. But who the hell wants to spend that much time with a raghead.
While you proclaim the greatness of the gutter religion, Islam the fact that all you creeps either leave or wish to leave the stinking muslim countries is prove enough for me.
Yea, Sure. You left your shithole because it was a better place.

Posted by: greyrooster at November 08, 2005 08:25 PM

33 I just want to say that Sohail's the man....any of you guys wanna piece of him...means you wanna a piece of me....capisce?? :)

Posted by: Luvmaster at November 08, 2005 11:03 PM

34 And I'm christian too ....Blam!!

Posted by: luvmaster at November 08, 2005 11:13 PM

35 greyrooster: I'd be very happy to hear your intelligent, more truthful reply. I'm sorry you don't like "ragheads", but that's more your problem than mine. Now, if I'm not Arab, does that still make me a raghead? What if my head-covering is made of shaped wool instead of a simple cotton cloth? Is that better or worse? If I wear a fedora, does that still make me a raghead? Curious...

But it is true, many people from all over the world want to come to the West for greater opportunities in business, education, etc. There are certainly greater opportunities for those in this part of the world. Now, that's not the reason I'm here. I was actually born in this hemisphere. In fact, I'd actually be more out of place in an eastern country than here. :) Of course there's also the fact that religious intolerance drove most members of my religious denomination out of our homelands. The tolerance one finds in North America is probably unmatched the world over.

So actually, greyrooster, you're more like the Saudis than I am! Many of them are as racist towards non-Arabs as you are towards me! Ironic, eh?

jesusland and Howie: I have the greatest faith in my interpretation of Islam, and it empowers me to help change the world in what small way I can. I believe it is founded in truth and rationality, unlike that Salafist interpretation. That interpretation, because it is false, will fade away into obsolecense when countered with intelligence, rationale, and educated masses. If countered with war, it will become a cause championed by uneducated and ignorant masses everywhere.

Believe me, we really are trying to root out the extremist element from the Islamic world. Likewise I hope the extremist element in America can also be rooted out before both sides send all of civilization head-first into a world war. I am of the opinion that the terrorists and warhawks may be escalating us to nuclear war, but I hope that will not really come to pass. If it does, then not only do we all lose, but we all lose in the worst possible way.

Peace is not an 8 year goal for one president. It has to be built upon a fundamental shift in social thought, one that drives civilization to no longer fear doing the right thing. It means having the will to give up wealth, comfort, pride and time to engage ourselves in actively building a better future. It is not a job for one military, one demographic, or one people. It will require unity, patience, resolve, and decades of effort.

This is why I feel obligated to engage in discourse regarding alternate, more peaceful solutions. Thanks to both of you for maintaining a positive attitude towards this discussion.

Luvmaster: rofl! Oh man, you met my laughter quota for the rest of the month! Thanks! :D

Posted by: Sohail Mirza at November 08, 2005 11:38 PM

36 Lost Verses of the Koran

Surah 115: The Pig


The hurried flight of the Hegira had led the Muslims to a fertile oasis, where they were at last safe from their many enemies in Mecca.
Pausing, each thanked Allah the moon-god for their good fortune.
Assembling at a long table, they enjoyed rare delicacies brought by bare-breasted sirens whose faces were veiled. During the feast Muhammad sternly forbade his disciples to partake of pig flesh, while fondling the youthful breasts of a Nubian girl named Sheba.
Obeying the Prophet, the pilgrims partook of the succulent flesh of jackals and vultures, washing their food down with strong wine.
“I never dreamed I’d have to eat the loins of a jackal, let alone the bitter entrails of a cursed vulture,” observed a hungry pilgrim named Ahmed to a fellow Muslim, choking on the unpalatable morsels.
“Neither did I, but the Holy Prophet has ordered it,” grumbled another starving follower, almost heaving as he consumed greasy vulture flesh.
“A rancid pork chop would taste a hell of a lot better than this crap does,” retorted Ahmed.
“It’s an acquired taste brother, you’ll get used to it,” spoke up another, smiling with a mouthful of rotten teeth.
“I don’t think so,” said Ahmed, forcing down a burned jackal testicle.
An uncaring Muhammad, famished, greedily wolfed down roasted jackal in enjoyment, quaffing from an earthenware wine carafe on occasion, while choosing which of the sirens that would soon endure his favors.
The meal finished in the late afternoon, a drunken, lustful Muhammad initiated a sex orgy with the sirens, the debauched Holy Prophet, Allah speaking through him, declaring all earlier betrothals or marriages of the women he knew null and void.
The Muslims celebrated their good fortune, again thanking Allah for the bounty they had been blessed to receive.
Later, as Muhammad sat half-naked under a palm tree, masturbating to the thought of molesting little girls, Ahmed chanced by and remarked, "Oh great prophet, why does Allah say that we cannot dine on delicious porcine flesh?"
"Why?" asked Muhammad, closing his filthy, tattered, moth-eaten robe, "Because Allah's younger retarded cyclops brother is a pig, and Allah doesn't want us killing his holy kinfolk."
"Allah is a pig?" asked Ahmed, staring at Muhammad.
"Of course," replied the deranged Prophet, hallucinating thanks to ingesting strong hashish minutes earlier.
"That's ridiculous, why in hell do we worship pigs?" asked Ahmed, thinking his flight from Mecca may have been the result of heeding the words of a false prophet, possessed of a capricious desert demon who delighted in seeing them consume the flesh of vermin.
"Because they're better than we are," answered a smiling Muhammad, now fantasizing about raping little boys, "Look at me, I'm little more than a lecherous child molester, thief and murderer!"
"True, but pigs can't even talk!" exclaimed Ahmed, digging a heel into the sand.
"Allah can, he speaks to me in my dreams," retorted the wildly hallucinating Muhammad, barely able to focus on Ahmed, seeing him in double vision.
"You're a madman," declared a disgusted Ahmed, "I'm heading back to join the infidels in Mecca!"
"Who cares?" retorted Muhammad, slurring his words and breaking into riotous laughter.
Prophet Muhammad, opening his robe and again reaching for his flaccid sex organ, was too occupied with masturbating his building erection to reply further, while Ahmed disappeared behind a sand dune.
"What a stupid, perverted, licentious bastard," spat Ahmed, walking off, "Muhammad is crazier than a shithouse rat!"

Surah 116: The Pervert


And it came to pass that Muhammad was growing ever hornier and more depraved: In a dream it was revealed by Allah that he was to molest a young girl named Ayesha.
Drunk on strong wine, the Prophet looked to a follower named Khalil and announced, “Allah has said I am to have sex on this day with a child; the virgin daughter of my brother in law Abu.”
“What?” asked a frowning Khalil, holding a wine bottle, taken back by the remark and turning to Muhammad.
“I am to know Abu’s daughter Ayesha,” declared Muhammad, a finger in the air, becoming visibly aroused at the thought having sex with her.
“She is but a little girl who plays with dolls; her womb does not yet weep, are you insane?” asked Khalil, knowing in his heart that the Prophet was little more than a pervert, thief, liar and murderer.
“Probably, but it is the will of Allah”, Muhammad said to himself, staggering off to the hovel of Ayesha.
“What a twisted devil the Prophet is – the will of Allah my ass, he’s just an evil, depraved monster who lusts after the flesh,” Khalil mumbled, putting the bottle to his parched lips.
An oblivious and uncaring Muhammad blundered down the street, weaving as he went, arriving at the hovel shortly thereafter.
Knocking on the door, Ayesha’s mother Umm appeared.
“What do you want Prophet?” she asked, staring at the debauched Muhammad, clad in a filthy tan robe covered in dust and wine stains, a lone flea crawling upon his moustache near his nostrils.
“Bismillah, I am here to take your daughter Ayesha in bed,” the Prophet answered, slurring his words.
“You licentious beast!” exclaimed the girl’s mother, “She is only six years old, if it is indeed the will of Allah, take me instead to satisfy your wanton depravity!”
“Taking you is not the will of Allah,” retorted Muhammad, the scent of wine heavy on his foul breath, “You are a wrinkled and faded flower without comeliness; be gone with your favors; I could never get a hard on at the likes of you.”
Enraged by her rebuff, Muhammad smote her upon the face with a backhand.
“That’s what one gets for disobeying the will of Allah,” declared Muhammad, his words punctuated by a loud belch, “Take me to Ayesha, that I may know her on this day!”
Obeying, Umm reluctantly led Muhammad to the room of Ayesha, opening the door.
“This perverted Prophet here wants to screw you,” announced Umm with a frown, Muhammad ogling the virgin child in double vision.
“But you knew my cousin Abdullah, younger brother of Ahmed not an hour ago,” replied a shocked Ayesha, dropping her doll, revolted by the sight of the filthy, lascivious pedophile Muhammad.
“Be that as it may, Allah has said I will also know you,” said Muhammad with an expectant smile, the gleam of lust in his eyes.
“Why me?” asked Ayesha, looking to the Prophet with trepidation.
“Because Allah has said it and I am horny, let us lay down, that I may know you,” ordered Muhammad as he removed his robe, Ayesha’s mother shaking her head in helpless disgust and closing the door.

Surah 117: The Murderer


Muhammad and his followers enjoyed many days away from Mecca at the oasis, home of his oafish brother in law, Abu Bakr, who was also Muslim.
Dining on roast jackal, vultures and snakes, their strength was renewed by the bounty Allah the moon-god provided: plentiful food for their bellies and plentiful sirens for their carnal pleasure.
Khalil was upset that the Prophet was an evil lecherous pedophile who had known a little girl, so he went to the home of Ayesha to speak with her father, Abu the oaf.
He made his way to the hovel, and knocked on the door.
Ayesha’s mother opened the door, frowning as she beheld another of Prophet Muhammad’s followers.
“Is life not bad enough, what are you here for, to rape my daughter, me, or one of my sons?” she inquired with disdain.
“Indeed not woman, I must speak with your husband, not you,” said Khalil, who as a good Muslim, looked down upon women as little more than objects of pleasure, or dogs to be beaten into submission.
“My husband Abu is very drunk,” she related, lowering her gaze in respect.
Khalil entering the hovel, the oaf Abu appeared from a side room holding a wine bottle, and slurred, “What do want here, follower of the Prophet?”
“I must speak with you regarding your little daughter Ayesha,” answered Khalil.
“What about her?” asked Abu, blinking his eyes and trying to focus on the man.
“The Prophet came unto her in her room a fortnight ago; do you not know?” asked Khalil.
“He has come unto her many times since, she is his wife,” replied the unconcerned oaf.
“His wife you say - you permitted it?” asked Khalil, stunned by the revelation.
“Of course; he has come unto one of my nephews too, Muhammad is a pederast, it is the will of Allah,” declared a shrugging Abu.
“He’s raping our child you drunken bastard!” exclaimed a tearful Umm, looking to Khalil.
Abu smote her across the face, admonishing, “Take care woman, speak not ill of Prophet Muhammad, it is the will of Allah. The Prophet first knew Ayesha in a dream, when Gabriel showed her to him, uncovering her body for him to see.”
“That’s really sick, she’s only six years old,” observed Khalil.
“Better for the great Prophet to know her than one of the infidels,” declared a smiling Abu.
“Prophet my ass, Muhammad is a depraved monster possessed of a demon; how could permit such a thing, you are her father!” exclaimed Khalil in utter disgust.
“Yes I am, and the Prophet says I will know her too,” confessed Abu, contemplating the odd thought of having sex with his own daughter.
Umm burst into tears and sobbed, throwing herself to the floor upon hearing Abu’s repugnant words.
A fearful Khalil fled the hovel, not knowing what to think; realizing Muhammad and his brother in law Abu were wicked licentious perverts and vicious rapers of children, possessed of capricious and malevolent demons.
Later, Abu spoke with the Prophet while they entered a brothel together. He told him of the strange encounter with Khalil.
Khalil’s an idiot, he takes Islam much too seriously,” replied Muhammad, looking to his oafish brother in law.
“It is a bad omen Prophet, Khalil woefully disdains your marriage to Ayesha, and disdains that I am to know her too,” declared Abu, even he feeling deep down that such a liaison was distasteful, but knowing it was the unalterable will of Allah, the moon god.
“It is the will of Allah for you to know your daughter, did not Lot of Sodom know his daughters in the cave?” asked a slurring Muhammad, quite drunk, leaning against a wall to steady himself.
“Yes Prophet, he did,” answered Abu with firm resolve.
“Indeed, it was and is Allah’s will,” replied Muhammad, picking a flea from his beard and crushing it between his fingernails, “As for our problem, I will have a dream tonight, and Allah will order me to kill Khalil.”
“He will?” asked Abu, putting a hand to his chin in confusion, “But I thought the Perfect, Most Merciful Pig Allah never revealed his intentions until you had a dream.”
“No matter oaf, he is making his will known to me by making me drink strong wine on this day,” said a quickly lying Muhammad, holding up a bottle.
“Don’t you drink strong wine everyday?” asked Abu.
“Not as strong as this stuff,” replied the Prophet with a broad smile, “It has hashish oil in it; let us partake of a pair of this brothel’s women and enjoy wine together.”
As Muhammad and Abu descended into more revelry and debauchery, a troubled Khalil approached another of the Prophet’s followers, the one with rotten teeth. Telling him of his woes, he awaited the reply.
“Who cares what he does, have vulture and some wine,” said the man, tearing a leg from a roasted, maggot-ridden carcass and offering it to Khalil.
“You don’t care that Muhammad is a deranged pervert who has sex with little children?” asked Khalil, taking the leg.
“Hell no, I’m only here for the food, I was starving in the alleys of Mecca before I met Muhammad,” replied the rotten toothed man, grabbing more vulture flesh and a wine bottle.
“Oh,” answered a defeated Khalil, taking a bite from the leg and reaching for wine.
Late evening came, with Khalil and the other followers drunk and passed out in their tent.
Muhammad and Abu awoke at the brothel after midnight, rested and refreshed.
“What are we to do about Khalil?” asked Abu as they left via a side door, avoiding an encounter with the brothel’s madam, to whom they owed money.
“Leave that to me oaf,” answered the Prophet, holding up a hand, “In my dream Allah told me how to deal with him.”
Muhammad headed down the street and stealthily entered the tent of his followers, intent on taking Khalil’s life. Abu Bakr followed him through the entrance, looking about for possible witnesses.
Holding an oiled leather garrote, the smiling Prophet mercilessly strangled the sleeping Khalil, knowing in his heart that it was the will of Allah.
The helpless follower struggled defiantly as a determined Muhammad gritted his teeth and pulled the garrote tighter, crushing Khalil’s windpipe, the Prophet letting out foul gas from his posterior due to the exertion. The struggling ceased; he and Abu then quietly removed the body from the tent and carried it into the desert.
“That takes care of that problem,” declared a satisfied Muhammad as he pocketed the garrote, he and Abu making their way to his hovel so he could know his young wife Ayesha again.
“When will I know her Prophet?” inquired Abu in the lamplit hovel, looking to his daughter’s room.
“Very soon, Allah has said it, go know your wife Umm for now, oaf,” suggested Muhammad with a smile, opening the door to Ayesha’s room.

Surah 118: The Liar


Time passed, and a strengthened Muhammad and his followers left the fertile oasis. The Prophet was joined by his young wife Ayesha and her father, oaf Abu, who left the remainder of his family stranded at the oasis, his wife Umm dying of grief shortly afterward.
Not one of the party dared question the vanishing of Khalil, some fearing that they too would vanish, perhaps due to Allah’s will or worse.
Muhammad told his followers that Khalil was an evil infidel, and had fled because he had coveted Ayesha, the child looking to her husband the Prophet, she and her father knowing he was not telling the truth.
“That is not true my father, Khalil only came to tell you of the Prophet knowing me,” Ayesha whispered, she and Abu standing only a few cubits from Muhammad.
“Take care in what you utter among others child, some things are better kept to oneself,” answered Abu quietly, not half the oaf the Prophet thought he was.
The rotten toothed man was listening intently; he had watched from the shadows while a smiling Muhammad strangled Khalil, but wisely kept this knowledge to himself, vowing to flee the group at the earliest opportunity.
Abu Bakr, fulfilling the will of Allah, came unto his daughter Ayesha over several evenings in a tent at the beckoning of the Holy Prophet, oddly finding her favors more satisfying than those of his wife.
Feeling strange from the experience of knowing his own daughter, a troubled Abu sought wise Muhammad’s advice.
“It was the will of Allah,” declared the debauched Muhammad, drunk on strong wine, “Allah has also revealed it is you which will sire her firstborn in her twelfth year; her incestuous bastard child Fatimah.”
“I will?” asked Abu, incredulous that he would be siring a child by his own daughter.
“Yes,” replied the Prophet, removing his filthy robe, “But first I must satisfy my carnal urges, by indulging in her favors myself.”
Prophet Muhammad entered the tent and came unto the young Ayesha, who complained that she was sore from knowing her father three times in one day.
Striking her across the face, Muhammad admonished, “Keep your mouth shut wife and be thankful to Allah that only I and your father are knowing you.”
“Yes Holy Prophet,” Ayesha replied, closing her eyes and wincing in pain as Muhammad again knew her.
Arriving in Medina the following week, the Muslims found friends in this city, delighting in drunken revelry and the favors of veiled, tempting harlots with dark eyes.
A lecherous Muhammad, Ayesha and his brother in law Abu took up residence at a fine brothel, the Prophet and the oaf sampling the offerings over many weeks, finding that Medina had the finest of all harlots in the land.
Many residents of Medina found that Islam was a faith that appealed to them, Allah’s unalterable will moving the people, they abandoning their staid ways, joining with Prophet Muhammad in idleness, licentious revelry and drunkenness.
Abu later visited the Prophet in his tent, informing him of dreadful news that Medina was host to a band of Jews.
“Jews you say, the people of the book,” answered Muhammad, “They are bitter enemies of Allah and Islam; we will not suffer such people to live in our midst.”
“But there are 40 score or more of them in the city Prophet, do the warriors of Allah have the numbers to defeat them?” asked Abu.
“Of course oaf,” declared the evil Muhammad, “We shall wait until the dark of night, prowling by stealth, and then cut their throats as they slumber; Allah has willed it.”
Listening in the shadows, the rotten toothed man determined it was time for him to flee. Regardless of the free food, he wanted no part of a group of vicious, skulking cowards who would slaughter people as they slept.
Allah’s will was fulfilled on the next night, 40 score Jews meeting their end at the hands of the deranged, murderous pedophile Muhammad and his obedient Muslims.

Surah 119: The Thief


A fortnight passed, with many of the remaining people of Medina embracing Islam, and others fleeing for their lives, with the exception of a wealthy merchant named Sabri and his family.
Sabri vexed the followers with his words that Prophet Muhammad was little more than a drunken liar, murderer, and wanton sexual pervert; a wicked, lascivious monster and pedophile who kept the company of prostitutes, drunks and the slothful.
In another dream, the Holy Prophet learned that the vexing merchant had to be silenced, and that he had been chosen by Allah to murder him.
Telling Abu of his dream, he and Abu plotted the murder of Sabri the merchant. After enjoying strong wine together, they headed to his home on a dark late evening, let in by a lovely servant girl.
Muhammad and the oaf Abu observed the opulence of his residence; Sabri dressed in a fine silk robe with a silk turban, seven rings of gold and silver on his fingers.
His wife and the lovely servant girl brought food and a carafe of wine for her husband, they disdainfully looking upon the filthy, debauched Prophet and his henchman Abu.
“Why will you not submit to Islam, it is the will of Allah,” declared the evil Muhammad, looking to Sabri, looking for the chance to end his life.
“The will of Allah my ass, you Muhammad are a murderous debauched lecher and raper of children. Your loathsome followers feed on the rancid flesh of vermin instead of fine pork roasts, and defile all that they touch,” declared a disgusted Sabri, noting that the Prophet was drunk, dressed in a filthy tattered robe, with his unkempt hair and long beard matted with dirt.
“I consume the flesh of vermin too, Great Allah is a Holy, Merciful Pig, it is not halal to dine on the sacred flesh of his younger brothers,” said Muhammad with a finger in the air, Abu nodding in agreement.
“No, it is you who are a pig, you deranged cretin possessed of a vile demon,” retorted Sabri, looking upon the Prophet with hatred in his eyes.
“Those who do not submit to the will of Allah will suffer dire consequences,” threatened Abu, looking about for anyone who would dare stop them. Observing only two women in the house, he smiled, knowing that the will of Allah was about to be fulfilled.
Sabri paused, staring at the Prophet and Abu in contempt, hoping he could in some way persuade them to leave the city, noting that business had fallen off to practically nothing since the arrival of the Muslims.
“Look, if I give you money, will you and yours flee Medina and never return?” asked Sabri with folded hands, hoping he could encourage them to leave with a payment of fine gold.
“I can’t leave,” declared a smiling Muhammad, “I am serving Great Allah, the Most Merciful Pig.”
Sabri, confused for a moment, replied, “But I thought Allah was the moon goddess of Mecca.”
“Whatever,” retorted a shrugging, uncaring Muhammad while picking his nose, he knowing that Allah didn’t exist anyway.
“You are destroying Medina with your vile harlotry and wicked ways!” exclaimed Sabri.
The Prophet laughed, and replied, “Indeed not, Allah is guiding my hand in this and all my actions, providing me and my followers with what we desire: food, fine drink and the company of willing sirens, like your lovely servant girl back there.”
“My servant girl is betrothed to a good man in Mecca, you will not speak ill of her, nor will you covet her favors,” declared Sabri, noting Muhammad leering through an open door, ogling the girl and his wife.
“I will do as I wish,” retorted the evil Muhammad with another laugh, reaching into his tattered, filthy robe and producing the garrote, “I covet the favors of your servant girl, and will take her to my bed for a concubine on this night. Those such as you will not stop the will of Allah or his Messenger.”
Abu rose while the Prophet was speaking and smote Sabri upon the face with a closed fist, knocking the silk turban from his head. Muhammad descended upon him like a viper, pulling the garrote tightly around his throat, strangling him in his chair while his wife and servant girl screamed.
“Be silent women, it is the will of Allah!” Muhammad yelled through gritted teeth as he took the life of Sabri. Oaf Abu moved into the room and beat them into submission while a struggling Sabri kicked the wine carafe from the table, it shattering on the floor.
Sabri’s life vanquished, Prophet Muhammad exhaled loudly and let the lifeless body tumble to the floor.
The trembling women remained silent as Abu returned to the Prophet with them.
“Where is your money?” asked a greedy Abu of Sabri’s wife.
“A box of gold and silver is in our bedroom,” answered his tearful wife, almost fainting from Abu’s foul breath.
“I’ll get it,” volunteered a smiling Muhammad, pulling the garrote from the body, “Get the rings from his fingers oaf.”
The Prophet returned with a box of glittering coins, pleased that Allah had provided such bounty for his followers.
“I can’t get the last ring off,” complained Abu, having pocketed six others.
“Cut off his finger to get it, and take his robe and turban too,” ordered Muhammad, determined not to leave one valuable item in the house.
Abu obeyed, reaching for a knife on the table, slicing off the finger and pulling the ring from it.
Arriving at the brothel, the Prophet celebrated his good fortune by knowing Sabri’s wife and the servant girl, annulling the widow’s marriage and the girl’s betrothal in the eyes of Allah.
Later that evening Abu was given Sabri’s widow for a concubine, as he had grown weary of Ayesha’s favors, also needing an able slave to cook and serve him.
Having to beat her before he knew her, Abu thanked Allah and Muhammad for the welcome gift of Sabri’s wife.

Surah 120: The Hypocrite


More time passed, with some of Muhammad’s followers finding the Prophet’s actions in Medina going against everything he had preached in Mecca, seeing him as Khalil, the rotten toothed man, and the merchant Sabri had seen him: an evil, debauched rapist, pedophile, liar, and murderer.
These and other apostate followers were quickly slaughtered as infidels, fulfilling the will of Allah; a smiling Muhammad strangling many of them as they slept.
Even Abu began to think that Muhammad’s wanton depravity may have been going too far when he encountered him in a tent knowing several young Jewish boys that had been taken captive.
“Prophet, some of the followers are complaining that you are denying them participation in the bounty given us by Allah, and that you are also practicing strange acts that Allah has forbidden to others,” related Abu, frowning at the displeasing thought of Muhammad knowing little boys.
“They want some of the gold, right oaf?” asked a drunken Muhammad, dressed in Sabri’s silk robe and turban, seven rings of gold and silver upon his greasy fingers, the fine garb growing filthier with each passing day.
“That, and some of them would also like to have some of the girls and boys for concubines,” answered Abu.
“They cannot have the little boys, Allah has given them to me for my carnal pleasure,” declared the lascivious Prophet, “As for the little girls, give them to the followers as wives, so that their carnal desires can be sated; it is the will of Allah.”
“Others say that you don’t practice what you have preached,” added a fidgeting Abu, hoping not to arouse Muhammad’s maniacal wrath.
“I’m only the messenger, Allah’s revelations don’t apply to me,” retorted Muhammad, releasing a tearful Jewish boy from his carnal embrace.
“What about me?” asked Abu.
“They don’t apply to you either oaf; would you like a lovely little boy for your carnal pleasure?” slurred the depraved sodomite Muhammad, lustfully leering at another boy he had chosen next to debauch.
“No, I find not that boys appeal to me,” answered Abu quietly, though he was a lecherous pedophile and incestuous pervert, he had no desire to sodomize little boys.
“Suit yourself oaf, more for me to enjoy,” answered the Prophet with a chuckle, undressing another captive boy, returning to his lecherous pederasty as Abu left the tent.
The city of Medina had been taken completely by the conquering Muslims, they reveling in their murderous victory over the infidels and Jews.
In another dream, it was revealed to Muhammad by Allah that they were to attack and conquer the city of Mecca. They were to subdue it and convert the inhabitants there to Islam, after which the Prophet was to take a pagan shrine called the Kaaba and defile it in the name of Allah.
“In Mecca there is glittering plunder, fine gold to steal, and many women to be taken for concubines,” declared the Prophet, “Allah has said to have faith in him and we will not fail; are you with me, warriors for Islam?”
The devoted followers answered, shouting in unison: There is no god but Allah the Pig, and Muhammad is his prophet!”
“We will need weapons to defeat them,” Abu observed, looking to the Holy Prophet.
“Easily done oaf,” replied an unconcerned Muhammad, ordering several henchmen to plunder the city of metal so weapons could be quickly fashioned.
Bronze implements were seized from every home; plowshares were heated and beaten into fine scimitars for the devoted followers.
As his followers labored over hot forges, Muhammad gave a sermon, declaring that vengeance, blood and death would rain down upon Mecca in the name of Allah.
The work completed over several days, a feast was held by the warriors of Islam to further strengthen them for the long journey; the flesh of rats, snakes, vultures and jackals gracing their tables. The hungry Prophet had a willing siren prepare his favorite of all dishes, fat dung beetles boiled in seasoned vulture broth.
“We should give Allah our thanks for the bounty he has provided,” declared Muhammad, seated at the head of his table beside Abu, crushing the hard shell of a dung beetle between his filthy brown teeth.
All bowed their heads in prayer, thanking Allah for the food he had provided.
“Would you like to enjoy a tasty dung beetle oaf?” asked the Prophet, turning to his brother in law, offering one to him.
“No thanks,” replied a nauseated Abu, choking down a plateful of greasy rat flesh.
Washing the unseemly morsels down with strong wine, Muhammad and his followers filled their bellies with the bitter flesh of vermin and then enjoyed the welcome favors of tempting, veiled harlots with dark eyes.
The Muslims, their women and their captives set out for Mecca on the following week, determined to exact Allah’s revenge on the people who dwelt there.
“There are many able men in Mecca, much more than we have,” observed Abu, realizing their numbers were wanting when compared to the teeming hordes of infidels occupying Mecca.
“Allah will watch over us oaf,” replied Muhammad, a sharp scimitar on his hip, he unsure as to what the outcome would be, but keeping this from the others and preparing for the worst.
“There aren’t enough of us Prophet – how will we win?” asked Abu with his arms in the air, looking at their limited numbers, no more than 50 score of able men in the service of Allah.
“Great Allah has said it, they in Mecca will embrace Islam or die for resisting his will,” the vengeful Prophet declared as Medina disappeared behind them in the distance.
A thoughtful Abu wondered why Allah would wish his followers to attack a fortified city where they were outnumbered, and also as to why Allah would have chosen a debauched murderer and licentious pervert for his Prophet.
“Oh well, it is the will of Allah,” agreed a sardonic Abu, much too committed to the deranged Prophet and Islam to back out, checking for the scimitar on his hip.

Surah 121: The Coward


Returning to the oasis to gather strength before attacking Mecca, Muhammad and his followers again feasted on the bitter flesh of vermin and partook of the favors of eager women, the depraved Prophet coming unto the veiled, bare breasted Nubian harlot Sheba.
Oaf Abu learned that his wife Umm had died, Muhammad stating to him over strong wine that it was Allah’s will.
A grieving Abu came unto his new wife, the widow of Sabri, and also knew his daughter Ayesha, fulfilling the will of Allah the Pig.
The Holy Prophet also lusted for Abu’s bride, demanding that he be permitted to lay with her again.
A shrugging Abu handed her over, an angry Muhammad having to beat the stiff-necked infidel woman once again before he knew her.
“You evil murderous beast!” she screamed in tears as Muhammad was knowing her, “May the gods of my fathers destroy you and all you have wrought!”
“How dare you attempt to curse me or Allah,” grunted the Prophet as he reached orgasm, his fetid breath causing her to heave, “Take care woman, or I will expose you as the sorceress you are, giving you over to be stoned by my devoted followers.”
“Better to be dead than to endure your vile attentions again,” Abu’s wife retorted as the Prophet rose from her bed.
“Bitch,” Muhammad muttered as he left Abu’s tent, adjusting his filthy silk turban.
Leaving the oasis on the third day, the devoted Muslims resumed their journey to Mecca, Abu still troubled about their limited numbers and telling the Holy Prophet of his doubts.
“Don’t worry oaf, we will remain behind while the first wave of our brothers besiege and subdue the infidels in Mecca,” Muhammad declared in a low tone of voice, Ayesha looking up to him and frowning.
“Do you have a problem with that wife?” asked Muhammad, strangely controlling his compulsion to beat her for daring to disagree with Allah’s unalterable will.
Ayesha remained silent and looked to the ground, Abu answering, “I thought we would lead them in battle.”
“No, we are to remain behind and observe the followers take the city, it is the will of Allah,” replied Muhammad, he filled with doubts and preferring to watch from afar, as the strong hashish he had eaten in Medina had worn off long ago.
Arriving outside the city walls under cover of night, the Muslims prepared for battle in the only way they knew: skulking by stealth and murdering defenseless people while they slept.
As a full moon rose, a vanguard of devoted followers scaled the city walls, only to be discovered and cut down by the defenders of Mecca.
“Attack in the name of Allah!” shouted Muhammad while retreating to a bluff with Abu, his wives and several trusted followers, the Meccans opening the city gates to meet the glorious warriors of Allah in battle.
Seeing the Holy Prophet on the bluff by moonlight, this sight strengthened the attacking Muslims.
“The battle is not going very well,” observed Abu as the moon rose higher, watching the Muslim army being wiped out.
“Yes, Allah is displeased that our faith was not strong enough,” replied a strangely detached Muhammad, staring from the bluff at the carnage outside the walls of Mecca.
“That, or we didn’t have enough men, I told you,” retorted Abu, watching several followers being hacked to death by the defenders.
“That is possible oaf,” admitted Muhammad, Abu frowning at the reply.
“What do you plan to do to save your followers Prophet?” asked Ayesha.
“Nothing, it is Allah’s will,” replied Muhammad with a shrug, still watching the battle.
Abu’s frown grew into anger as he watched a smiling Muhammad delight in the butchery of his followers.
“You’ve lost at least 30 score since the moon rose, do you intend to stay until we are slaughtered too?” asked Abu’s wife.
“How dare you speak to me unless spoken to!” exclaimed the Prophet, preparing to smite her across the face.
“My good wife Fahimah makes a wise observation,” declared Abu, using her given name for the first time, grasping Muhammad’s forearm, preventing him from striking the widow.
Pulling away from Abu, the Prophet paused and replied, “It’s time for us to leave oaf, we shall retreat to the oasis to pray and fast.”
A defeated Muhammad and his trusted followers left the bluff and headed back toward the oasis in the moonlight. Looking over his shoulder, the Prophet feared that vengeful Meccans might pursue them.
“Let us make haste,” declared Muhammad, fearing for his life.
Several days passed as they retreated from Mecca, the remaining band of Muslims at last pausing for needed rest and making a camp in the desert.
The captive Fahimah had grown to respect her new husband Abu, as he had prevented the Holy Prophet from striking her outside the walls of Mecca. Making him a meal of jackal flesh soup, she presented it to him in his tent.
“Thank you woman,” Abu replied, taking an earthenware bowl and strong wine, she nodding and leaving him to eat.
As Abu was eating, a stir rose in the camp: a lone survivor of the battle having at last caught up to the followers. Putting down his bowl, he left the tent to find the survivor admonishing Muhammad.
“You coward,” he gasped, “You left us to die, have you no faith in your visions, or are they only lies coming from your vile mouth?”
The Prophet, drunk, answered, “I had a dream after the battle, it was Allah’s will that we were defeated, as it was his will that you survived. We lost because our faith in Allah was not strong enough.”
“You lied, telling us of easy plunder and women; there weren’t enough of us to take Mecca, 50 score died outside the gates for nothing!” the man exclaimed.
“No matter, have dung beetles and strong wine to renew your strength,” slurred Muhammad, picking fleas from his beard and flinging them into a small fire at his side.
The man, much too exhausted to argue further, gratefully took a plate of boiled dung beetles and a bottle of wine, trudging off from the deranged Prophet in disgust.
A shocked Abu observed this from the shadows and retreated to his tent. Such knowledge set heavy upon him, he meditating privately on the events.
Finishing his meal, he called for his wife Fahimah, she appearing before him.
I would hear your words wife on this matter: Muhammad preaches Islam, yet he does not follow the words of Allah.”
“He is your Prophet, you have sworn to serve him and Allah, my words are those of an infidel,” she answered respectfully.
“Still I would hear them, for there is wisdom in what you utter,” Abu replied.
Fahimah, still fearful of her brutal husband, yet bound by her personal honor to obey, told him of her thoughts on the Prophet and his actions.
“I care not what god he worships, but this demon in man’s guise is not a prophet of a clean desert god,” she began.
Abu looked at her as she continued, “He forces his followers to consume the flesh of vermin, delighting in their disgust. I truly believe him to be so perverted as to rape an infant - he has others carry out his murderous work while he has no courage to fight himself: you should draw a knife across your daughter Ayesha’s throat and my own to save us from the corruption of this man.”
Abu, oaf that he was, looked at her silently as she urged him to destroy the demon Prophet Muhammad, her wise words much harder to ignore than the screechings of his deceased wife Umm.

Posted by: a pig called allah at February 15, 2006 07:26 PM

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