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"Europe is the cancer. Islam is the answer". But they never explain why they keep coming here in droves...
Toggle Commented Dec 13, 2013 on A survey of Muslims in Europe at Atlas Shrugs
"The truth about jihad and Islamic supremacism will out." Robert Spencer. "Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes." William Shakespeare.
Toggle Commented Dec 8, 2013 on Jihad Watch down but not out at Atlas Shrugs
We kill you. It's your fault. That's Islam.
"They want an independent Muslim state under sharia law." -I would let them have it...and let them rot!
"Only one person refused to sign." What a disgrace! I wonder if these people would allow themselves to be beheaded so as not to offend another culture?! Probably!
Just the sight of these goons with their bandages on their heads (post brain-surgery: their brains have been removed, it seems) makes me sick!
There’s a Viper In the White House Cares not for You Or Me His sole concern: Destruction Of All That’s named: Liberty! There’s a Devil In the White House He knows not Truth Or Right. His one ambition: Ruin, Ruin, Ruin With all his might Of all that’s Light And Right. There’s a Liar in the White House Pretends to be the Truth Knows not mercy or ruth Feeds only His fellow devils Holds honesty at bay Brings on the Dark Day! When once again Beelzebul Has his sway.
Toggle Commented Oct 16, 2013 on Silly and scary at Atlas Shrugs
"Made in Iran 1999" by Rouhani in his back yard.
"Lama"..."Why"? And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" which means, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" Mark 15:34.
What a horrible face! I wonder how demons he has inside him? Legion!
While we still can, let's listen to: Iggy Pop - The Passenger. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLhN__oEHaw
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Happy House http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeBMHnJqAvM
From "Blood and Sand" 1941. The dancing toreador is a young Anthony Quinn
Toggle Commented Sep 28, 2013 on Let's sway on an open thread at Atlas Shrugs
"Our mujahideen are prepared to die for our cause!" So.. these brave "warriors" shoot unarmed men, women and children in a mall! Typical muslim "bravery"!
"Who cares"? Reminds me of Hilarious Clinton's "What difference does it make"? They're all the bl**dy same in the Leftist-Islamist Alliance. Barking dogs serving their Master Baalzebub.
Beckel: "It is not what your "prophet" meant." Sorry Bob but you're wrong. The Jihadists are doing precisely what Mo taught.
Toggle Commented Sep 24, 2013 on O'Reilly and Beckel See the Light at Atlas Shrugs
Shirtless Putin and Witless Obama.
Toggle Commented Sep 10, 2013 on Russia gives Obama a way out at Atlas Shrugs
When the authorities kowtow, you have lost your nation. It is no longer a question of a possibility. You have already lost your nation to Islam. The question now is: Will we get it back?
Any concession to Islam is a concession to hell.
MACBETH Speak, if you can: what are you? First Witch All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! Second Witch All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! Third Witch All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
Second Witch: By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks! Enter MACBETH MACBETH: How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is't you do? ALL: A deed without a name.
What have we here? a man or a fish? 'Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,—as once I was,—and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth; I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.