The young ones (like that knob donatelo--I think he's young) seems to think the US and the 'west' is always right and muslims are always wrong
Steady now, Don is a cool fella. He’s twice the age of most of these spotty-faced little chits and has got a bigger d!ck. Don’t ask me how I know. If the man whoops for the Pentagon, what of it? Do you think Muslims give a rat’s tail about the fate of apostates? Long live the Zionist-Crusaders!
Onto the topic: The trouble with Hassan is that he's been ensorcelled by Muslim pussy. And who can blame the guy? I would behave likewise if I met a cute Fatima in whose curves I want to lose myself. It's an old, old story. The real question though is to what extent should we facilitate his amorous entanglement? The rest is just cover. My view is that a brother should be assisted in sweating between the sheets with a babe so long as it doesn't slow down the operations of the murtadeen. Let a fancy restaurant be instantly booked, the bestest red wine fetched, condoms offered, clean sheets provided, rooms made available and breath fresheners purchased all out of the CEMB kitty. But in return Hassan needs to prove that the money really is going toward a Night of Inter-Faith Passion. As my legal defence said when I got railroaded into jail for grabbing a man’s family jewels: Pictures, or it’s not true.
Give us the racy photos, man. Let me see that gap toothed smile. Funds should be allocated based on how pretty the young lovely is, if young at all she is or pretty. Till we’ve thrown a glance on the sweet little thing, till that is we have collectively decided she is worth the lavish expenditure, to hell with him and bad luck to him! Pussy sure does mad things to a man. Seek help, brother, seek help.
Onto more engaging themes. Some would like us to observe a sharp distinction between Muslims and Islam. Conceptually speaking, I can do this fairly well, but in reality Islam would not exercise anyone if it was merely a string of incoherent syllogisms. What stirs a man’s blood is people. Not dead abstractions. I may object to the authoritarian elements of Plato’s Republic, I may think no more imbecilic document was ever trumpeted as a vast repository of learning, but why do I not spend my energy cursing the daft Greek chap night and day? Answer: Because there isn't an army of Platonists who want to separate children at birth from their parents to rear them as Philosopher Kings.
The distinction between a mere silly idea and a hazardous one is how many people will turn up for a beer party thrown in its founder’s honour. If you need to rent a large hotel ball room for the bash, you have a problem. To admonish one for bearing down too heavily on Allah’s gang is to forget what makes one become a keyboard mercenary in the first instance. Nobody was ever roused to enthusiasm by anything so feeble as a thought. A man reaches for his rifle only when ideas jump dangerously out of a person’s lips, that is to say when ideas quit being high-flown abstractions and grow legs and arms with which to do battle. Ideas don't kill people. People kill people. Who said that?
To quarrel with a person is not to object to his ideas merely. It is to question his moral integrity, his honesty, his fundamental sanity for advancing a creed, political or theological, that you find damnworthy. This of course ain’t right. My heroes are all political scoundrels, but I respect them as men of vast learning, ingenuity and unflappable genius. They are not stupid. Far from it. They are just, well, let us say they are differently wired. To eminent psychologists I leave the question and press on to less confusing things. But the point is that ideas gather the combustible material and men supply the flame.
In summation, what I be tryna say is that Ishina and Billy, those skirt-clutching drama queens, have it quite, quite right. Listen to those girls. They be spittin’ truth. I don’t say this just because I have slept with them in circumstances not always consensual. Na mean dawg? Nothing I’ve said here incidentally should let Hassan off the hook: Pictures, or it’s not true.
Stray question: What is that daft trophy on my head that looks like it was fetched from the dime store? Wasn’t there when I last signed off. Talk about offensive behaviour. Actually, I change my mind. This place needs to show some respect to its elder statesmen. To the Admin: Ban whatever pond life pulled that damned stunt for fourty days and fourty nights in the hallowed tradition of our Redeeming Saviour. Despicable.
Topic: I Want a New Way