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by mg at 07:17 PM on September 25, 2001

Have I mentioned today that you all should go visit the surreally/bad samaritan chat room? Because you really should go visit the chat room.

You should also check out Surreally's ever growing Osama bin Laden joke/image gallery. I don't exactly approve of pictures of bin Laden with a bullet hole in the cranium or with the Empire State Building stuck up his bum. So why do I mention it? Because Surreally is reporting hundreds of extra of hits a day from people searching for some variation of the phrase, "Osama bin Laden jokes."

In fact, people all over the Internet are reporting increased interest in anything Osama bin Laden related. I read on mefi that some bin Laden beard hair sold on eBay for close to six grand! I hear Mattel is already in production of Operation: Infinite Justice action figures and Osama bin Laden with kung-fu grip has already pre-sold their entire production run. Unfortunately, the Dick Cheney (with heart-stopping kicking action) figure hasn't shown the same demand.

And most importantly to a webmonkey like myself for the first time in, well, forever, sex was not the most searched for thing on the net. Osama bin Laden has replaced porn as the Internet's favorite destination. Remarkable.

The old equation for Internet success has always been tits = hits. But in these past 9-11 days all the old rules are out the window. Apparently, the future is a strange and mysterious place where people don't want to see pictures of naked nude preteen lesbians, but would rather read jokes about Afghanistan, see cartoons with Bush and bin Laden, and play Flash games that let you beat up terrorists.

So, in keeping with Bad Samaritan's long hit slutting tradition, I'll cave in to peer pressure and give Google, Yahoo, and all the rest exactly what they want. But, since this is bad samaritan, not only will I give the people what they want, I'll take it one step further.

I don't care what people are saying, tits still mean hits but, for the time being, Osama bin Laden means more hits. So, I thought, why not meld the two together? If Surreally is getting an extra 400 hits a day for people looking for Osama bin Laden jokes, how many hits will we get from people looking for preteen naked lesbian bin Ladens? That is why we are introducing the first naked bin Laden pic of the day.

We will continue to post up nude pictures of Osama bin Laden every day until he is brought to justice. Or people get bored of it.

comments (86)

Thank you for making me feel ever so much better about the hit whoring I've been doing. I am in good company!

by kd at September 25, 2001 7:30 PM


OMG I DIED laughing!!! I needed that today MG! :-)

by Pristine at September 25, 2001 7:32 PM


"What I think is that they cut out a picture of your head and put it on somebody else's body.... I've done a little collage work myself." - PCU

by Muad'Dib at September 25, 2001 8:05 PM


ack!

that is exactly what happened to me when someone stuck a picture of my head onto someone else's body and published it in Gent Magazine - Home Of the 44DD Cup.

by not katrina at September 26, 2001 6:51 AM


omg! what the hell have you done to your collection of dick cheney porn?

by minja ninjarama at September 26, 2001 7:17 AM


I think the bullethole accentuates Osama's better features. A thread has been dedicated for the discussion of the aesthetic interpretation of the "big fucking hole in Osama's forehead." This is only there to see if there's a side to Osama that is good, and unappreciated. So far, 'dead' is in the lead.

by ethereal at September 26, 2001 9:43 AM


Hi again mg,

Enjoyed the chat room. Can't click on url's though. Here's a chat that has many rooms full of chatters, but you can have your own room and then bored go to one of the others up to 100 chatters on one channel. Whatever - talk later.

by armkreuz at September 26, 2001 10:18 AM


http://www.conferenceroom.com/products/backpack.shtml

by oops at September 26, 2001 10:27 AM


Finally! Osama is getting recognition for his earlier, non-terrorist work. I especially liked him in "Blonde, Dumb, and full of Cum" although he did have to wear a wig.

by SwingCheese at September 26, 2001 12:40 PM


You've been fucked..

by Osama Bin Laden at October 9, 2001 3:19 PM


Pigs:Bin ladna and others teorists!!!!!!!!!

by jacks at October 13, 2001 6:02 PM


rrrrrrr je kanker

by errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr at October 14, 2001 3:52 AM


i saw osma bin laden kicking in american ass on sept 11. it was fun. ha ha ha

by filp at October 16, 2001 5:40 PM


god help america

osma bin laden, my hero

long live osma bin laden

by filps at October 16, 2001 5:43 PM


Osama bin laden at his best!!!

Although I don't Islaam doesn't permit the killing of innocent people.

Long live Osama and his "top adviser" Ayaman Al Zawahiri!!!

by Muslim at October 17, 2001 8:43 AM


Osama is a dead duck on his way to hell.

by anti-terrorist at October 17, 2001 8:24 PM


http://64.66.188.157/Osama1/index.html

by Lakota at October 18, 2001 11:24 PM


I shit on the floor of a public toilet last week then smeared my poos over the walls in the name of Osama bin laden

by the cunt at October 19, 2001 10:12 PM


Dear, Osama Bin Laden,

You Son Of A Bitch,

May Your Balls Develop

A seven Year Itch!

May Your Pecker Be Twisted

In Such A Manner,

That Your Asshole Whistles

The Star Spangled Banner,

Merry X-mass and a happy new year.

by Jreaper at October 25, 2001 4:17 AM


Hai satan anywhere,, what did u talk about, stop to talk stupidly,

by indonesian at October 29, 2001 9:05 AM


osama bin laden is just a fuckin shit stinking afghan and he is gonna get a missile up his black fuckin shitter!

die all fuckin pakis & afghans cuz you stink of curry

by luic at October 30, 2001 11:21 AM


kill the fucker please he is sick put a gun to his head and bang gone

fucking wacker

by phil smith at November 1, 2001 10:06 AM


OSMA IS VERY SORRY FOR WHAT HE DONE.

ACTUALLY,HE COULD'NT GIVE TWO SHITS FOR WHAT HAPPENED.

HE IS A TOUGH SHIT TO MOTHER.

by Bin Ladens Mother at November 1, 2001 6:31 PM


Fuck You. You Rape Donkeys and Fuck Pigs!!!!!!!!!!!!!

by jon gold at November 3, 2001 2:15 PM


i suck cock for quaters

by Bin laden at November 3, 2001 2:18 PM


Amerkans ar the rial terorist! osama is our next propet. Hail osama. long liv the jihad! kill all you pig eaters.

by Heromes Abu Bacar at November 5, 2001 3:13 AM


I'm a COWARD. I use missiles to kill innocent civilians. I use sanctions to starve out innocent, young children. I'm also a hypocrite because I attack Afghanistan on the basis of stopping terrorism, but on the other hand, I also support the terrorists of Israel to kill Muslims of Palestine. You see, I actually like to kill innocent people fot my own personal and political gains. I can't be bothered to think of all the innocent people in the process of seeking political and economic power - I WANT POWER ....... and that is all that matters to me ........

by George Bush at November 5, 2001 9:12 AM


ME TOO!! I'm also a COWARD. I also use missiles to kill innocent civilians. I support sanctions to starve out innocent, young children. I'm also a hypocrite because I attack Afghanistan on the basis of stopping terrorism, but on the other hand, I also support the terrorists of Israel to kill Muslims of Palestine. You see, I actually like to kill innocent people fot my own personal and political gains. I can't be bothered to think of all the innocent people in the process of seeking political and economic power - I WANT POWER and I LOVE THE USA....... even if that means innocent lives are lost........

by Prime Minister Tony Blair at November 5, 2001 9:13 AM


The Law of Islam completely condemns terrorism including the attacks on the World Trade Centre in New York. As with any act of crime, there must be an investigation into how and why this has happened. Only through this way, we will be able to arrive at a solution to the problem.

Islamic law clearly points out that the culprit must be found and put for trial. The principle is that any accused person of any crime, regardless of the degree of the crime, must be put before trial with evidences and witnesses, before any sentence is passed.

Applying this principle to the current circumstances in Afghanistan, we can see that Osama bin Laden has been suspected of the attacks on the World Trade Centre. The USA and the UK have demanded that the Taliban hand over Osama bin Laden. However, the Taliban have refused to do so, since this would be in VIOLATION OF ISLAMIC LAW.

· Islamic Law clearly states that a Muslim must never be handed over to non-believers, regardless of any evidence they may provide. This does not mean that Osama bin Laden will be left unpunished. What this means is that a Muslim is only to be tried in an Islamic Court with all the necessary evidences presented and if then he is found guilty, he can only be sentenced under Islamic Law. Handing over Osama bin Laden will mean that he is going to be tried under a court not judging by Islamic Law, but by US or UN law. To allow Osama bin Laden to be judged under a law not of Islam would be a sin committed by the Taliban.

The USA and the UK are forcing the Taliban to violate the principles and laws set by Islam, hence this war is in fact, a war on Islam.

by ISLAM versus TERRORISM at November 5, 2001 9:16 AM


Under all systems prevalent in society and in countries, there is a general principle that any person accused of committing a crime is always innocent until proven guilty.

The USA and the UK are claiming that this war on terrorism is to defend the lifestyle, freedom and principles of democracy.

But how can this war be justified, if it's own principles are being violated in the process?

· Osama bin Laden has not yet been convicted

· The evidence has not been presented in an Islamic Court (or any court)

· The evidence on the UK government website (www.number10.gov.uk) has already been refuted, even by the website itself!

The war is based not on principles or laws, but by the reaction and anger of the US and UK governments.

Should we judge our actions according to principles or by our emotions?

It is obvious that the US is judging by its anger and not by principle.

If the USA or UK really were concerned about humanity and the welfare of the people, it would pursue those terrorists who have already been convicted of genocide and terrorism.

Let us take an example:

Ariel Sharon: This terrorist has already been blamed and convicted of the mass invasion and murder of over 7000 innocent Muslims in Lebanon.

· Why has no one sentenced him to punishment?

· Why is he still allowed to roam free and remain in a ruling position of Israel?

To pursue Osama bin Laden on mere suspicion and to leave the already convicted Ariel Sharon is blatant hypocrisy.

The USA has justified its attacks on the Taliban on the principle that "those who harbour terrorists are terrorists themselves", is NOT ACCEPTABLE.

This is because we are assuming that Osama bin Laden is a terrorist, but as we have pointed out before, he is not yet been proven to be a terrorist. So, the whole principle cannot be applied.

However, if we wish to apply this principle elsewhere, we will arrive at an interesting conclusion.

The illegitimate state of Israel is occupying Palestinian land illegally according to Islamic Law and United Nations Resolution 242.

Israeli soldiers have been terrorising the unarmed Palestinian people for years. The convicted terrorist and murderer, Ariel Sharon, is also authorising these terrorist attacks. The military hardware and funding comes from the USA!

So if we wish to apply the previous principle mentioned, we see that the USA is assisting and "harbouring the terrorist" state of Israel. The USA themselves are assisting and harbouring the terrorists of Israel, so if any one is to be found guilty of assisting and "harbouring terrorists", the USA is as guilty as it claims the Taliban is guilty.

The only difference here is that the USA is helping those terrorists who are already convicted while the Taliban is only sheltering the suspected terrorist.

Here, the USA is by default guilty of assisting and "harbouring terrorists" of Israel, and therefore, according to the principle set before by the USA, the USA have in fact convicted themselves of terrorism.

Is it now justified for us to attack the USA because they are aiding the terrorist state of Israel?

by ISLAM versus INJUSTICE at November 5, 2001 9:22 AM


I think we sould kill that fuking towel head he sould be taken to every city in the U.S.A and you pay a dollor for 1 hit and so on

by Andy at November 5, 2001 5:57 PM


Hey..Osama.. Gimme A Chance To F**k Ur Big Fat Ugly Taliban *ss H*le....USA VS OSA ''MA.....May The God Have Mercy On His Soul.

by Satheesh--Malaysian at November 14, 2001 2:43 PM


muslim tossers

they should nuke you all

by wozzer at November 18, 2001 7:25 AM


All you osama lovers will follow.I say it is fine to kill all the innocents in his country...who the hell cares?? As long as we get all the terrorist networks.Our warriors are FAR BETTER than any of his..we've proven that already! All you PEACE LOVING LIBERALS need to get a life! You're PIGS TOO!

by wHO CARES at November 22, 2001 1:28 PM


All the Middle East should be blown to hell...skrew all of you.America RULES!!!! (remember that!)

by wHO CARES at November 22, 2001 1:32 PM


Fuck Amerika Fuck Amerika

Amerika go Suck your Balls

by Amerikan hater at November 24, 2001 10:36 PM


Yaaaaaah! Whoo-Hoo! Praise the lord & pass the ammanition, Hoss!

Hatred of babies & poor people w/ nothin' to eat is the American Way!

I'm an American, but I don't think that killing the families of people will make them want to accept food from me.

Also, I'm not a Liberal or pacifist, but I don't go around killing black people I don't know because some black guy shot someone else I don't know, or even 1000 people I don't know. Maybe that's my problem? Maybe I should join the Klan & go around killing black babies, or better yet, move to the terror-State of Israel & kill Palestinian babies. That would make me a great person! My penis would get soooo much bigger & all the whores in the world would suck my balls!

America rules shit! Some folks proved that on Sept. 11th & it will happen again because we DO treat people like shit around the world. And no amount of token aid can solve the pain of a person whose family we've destroyed in the name of economic expansion and exploitation.

Hey, & you stupid-ass nuke fans, Pakistan, India, & about a dozen other countries have nukes too. Do you really think the world would let us get away with nuking anyone today? Stooopid.

Hey & tell me this "Muslims". Did the Prophet tell his followers to kill babies? If so, point out the verses for me. I seem to recall innocents shouldn't be killed.

Some prophet Osama turned out to be. He'll kill Sunnis, Shi'ites, women, babies ... anybody to support his own goals. The will of Allah proved itself in America & is proving itself now in Afghanistan.

In Islam there is no God but God & Muhammed is his prophet. That means that when you say Bin Laden is your next prophet, you are turning your backs on Islam. Re-submit yourself to Allah.

And America, pay attention to where your money goes, & who it goes to kill. No country is all-powerful, and no nation lasts forever.

by John Wayne the Nazi at November 26, 2001 9:01 AM


Osmana was my boyfriend and he has a small penis wrinkle. I liked it and my toungue got stuck under the penis wrinkle. I think my baby toe which is half cut off is bigger than his penis which is only a wrinkle and if it wasn't for centimeters he would be a girl. But I still love him and with all my heart and I don't want to lose him, he was about to ask me to marry him and I was gonna say yes. He is going to Semi formal dance with me.

by Holly at November 29, 2001 7:17 PM


osama you are:

soon of a bitch,and suck my as

fucker of shit the pussy of your mother is very suit.

by victor vargas leon at December 1, 2001 9:12 PM


my dick is twisted so my asshole whislers the star spageld banner

by bin laden at December 5, 2001 4:17 PM


I pray every night that they get that fucker and shoot him in the head. I pray everynight for my loved ones that were killed in that rubble. I pray everynight that i get a chance to kill him over and over again and show other people tha pain that they showed us.

Bin Laden , Bin Laden granted you have done us wrong, our love for you will never be found you will never be forgiven and you will burn in hell for eternity over and over again if i find you you better run and not turn back because either way i will burn a hole in your ass you think your funny but your not just wait someday we will put your country to a stop we will show you the pain you have showed us and make you suffer so bad and all you can do is say fuck so keep in mind that we will find you someday and when we do your over and so is your country i hope you burn in hell fucker

by i pray at December 7, 2001 1:38 PM


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by BOSMANIAK at December 12, 2001 7:16 PM


Islam sucks, Arabs suck, Allah sucks my asshole, there is no such thing as allah, mohammed was full of camel shit, all terrorists will burn in hell. Fuck you and your terrorist religion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

by arab hater at December 13, 2001 8:43 PM


george bush must die bombed by his enemies

by american sucks my dick!!! at December 18, 2001 10:24 AM


Man and I wondered WHY people kept coming to my site via this stich...ack...what a mess...

by Pristine at December 18, 2001 10:30 PM


Fuck you all... your head is next..

American Airlines will hit your head next.. Cry Americans Cry on Sept. 11th while we lough on those stupid American when they jumped from above 80s floor hoping to survive.. Ha hahahahah (:

by Saudi at December 30, 2001 8:32 PM


Fuck you all... your head is next..

American Airlines will hit your head next.. Cry Americans Cry on Sept. 11th while we lough on those stupid American when they jumped from above 80s floor hoping to survive.. Ha hahahahah (:

by Saudi Arabia Terrorists at December 30, 2001 8:33 PM


look and listen things happen and will happen but you know the final victory will and i mean will be the muslims allahuakbar

by hamas at January 7, 2002 10:08 PM


George Bush is a very intellectually limited person!!

He is so stupid that he nearly chocked on a pretsil!!

But I must also add that I detest Bin Laden as much

as any person and that I personally feel that the

Americans are a very stupid race for electing Bush aspresident in the first place!!!!

by H.R.H. Prince William at January 17, 2002 2:44 PM


Fuck all muslims..

Wipe them out from the face of this earth...save humanity...

Fuck pakistan first...for that is the fucking breeding swamp for all terrorists..

by Indian at January 31, 2002 2:42 PM


No matter what the taliban think the americans are just playing with thier fucking dick... tell me why the americans haven't ended this already.. maybe thier trying to get rid of every bin laden wannabe. THE STEALTH BOMBERS ARE COMING!!!!!!!...

by *SONS OF LIBERTY* at February 3, 2002 6:48 PM


THE THING IS WHY THE HELL SHOULD ALL THE NATIONS FIGHT TOGETHER.

USAMA IS GUILTY AND WE AGREE TO THAT AND THIS IS NOT

DUE TO THE PAKISTANIS

GET IT.............................................

HE IS JUST CHANGING THE CONCEPT OF ISLAM

AND WHICH IS NOT VIOLENCE

by MUSLIM at February 14, 2002 11:13 AM


Though Muhammed claimed to be a Prophet he really isn't and he died, he can't save anyone, not even himself! The Messiah died for the sins of the world and 3 days later rose from the dead. You trust a mere man over G-d incarnate that is stupid and an insult to G-d. I pray you come to your senses and ask forgiveness from G-d. I got nothin' but love for y'all - in Y'shua.

by Hebrew Guy at May 30, 2002 5:20 AM


osama will be the king of the world. i hate america!

by marilyn manson at May 31, 2002 10:39 PM


The Gospel of Bush
1:1 In the beginning, I was a drunk.

The Gospel of Bush
9:11 Damn, I should not have cheated on the recount and should have let Gore win. Father!! what should i do now?

by Bush N Tree Trunks at August 3, 2002 9:58 PM


hello..
fuck all the christen.. they r not human.. they r crazy for sex.. even they do it with their sisters also. fuck them off. everybody shuld hate them
bye

by sanam at August 14, 2002 11:11 PM


AMerican can fuck itself

by New zealander at August 20, 2002 12:48 PM


Islam is a false religion. Islam is nothing more than the religion of a fornicating pedophile named Muhummad. Islam will soon perish along with its supporters from Europe and Russia. Muslims will be slaughtered and be buried with their own kind: swine. Death to Islam, and may Mecca and Medina burn forever!

by crusadefive at September 10, 2002 7:43 PM


OSAMA BIN LADEN WILL FUCK YOU MORE ....
WAIT FOR HIS NEXT FUCKING APPOINTMENT!
HE LIKED US ASSES..... AND PUSSIES..... HE WILL FUCK YOU AGAIN.

by Leo at September 16, 2002 3:39 AM


Amerkans ar the rial terorist! osama is our next propet. Hail osama. long liv the jihad! kill all you pig eaters. Osama eat gud islam cock in the naem of allah.

by Zimminger at September 29, 2002 3:18 PM


look i don't like stupid opinons am a terrorist am trying to take over the world and you all know that men. but am goin for muslims since i know they the biggest and most countries and they dont get on well. soon i will be the king...hahahahahaha.

by gorge bushes at October 2, 2002 8:49 AM


htfhtbytymnnnnnn

by at October 30, 2002 11:55 AM


Hi all,

I think that all of you are losers (USA) the bigest,Hay if Islam was not a true religion then why is it the bigest religion and becomming bigger and hay Mohammad (PBUH) is the last Prophet and not osama so get that stright.And you all should know that osama is the production of CIA (USA) and there are cleaning there own mess.And the truth is
(what ever you do (good or bad it come to you in the same way)).Please live and let live.
Except Indians as the are the worst kind of people on this planet.

by THE TRUTH at January 7, 2003 4:33 AM


no God but Allah & Muhammad(p&bbuh) is His messanger

by known at March 12, 2003 6:11 PM


no comment pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese get of this u sad freaks and find urselves a life!!!!
saddos
tut.....tut...... its freaky people like u dat wrek dis world!

by Kanjar 2003 at April 17, 2003 1:55 PM


YOU are all cock heads!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

by DKAER FMEN 2003 at June 14, 2003 10:39 AM


Ya'll some scary actin nigga's. Why can't ya'll just chill and smoke a blunt once in a while, shit! Hell its cool to through ya forks and be a gangsta in ya hood but ya'll talkin some crazy shit. So my suggestion is go buy ya fat sack, sit ya stupid mother fuckin asses down, roll you a sweet sweet fatty 2x4 blunt, make sure that shits a strawberry or chocolate philly cause swisher sweets suck ass. Fire that bitch up and then ask yourself what the mother fuck is all the confusing bull shit going on damn, can't we all just get along and play nintendo and fucking eat dorito's and drink a Dr. Pepper, fuck that does sound good see ya'll gangsta's on da flip side, cause I'm outside of the club and I think I'ma ball, cause I ain't never scared!

by Bone Crusher at July 1, 2003 3:42 AM


Yo Bone Crusher: sounds good to me! Can I toss your salad while you smoke?

by Mikey at August 21, 2003 4:36 PM


I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST YOU TOWEL HEAD TERROIST, SERIOULSY I DONT. YOU CAN FLY YOUR CARPET ANYWHERE YOU WANT IN MY BOOK. I HOPE YOU ALL GET BRAND NEW WICKER BASKETS FULL OF SNAKES FOR CHRISTMAS AND MAYBE IF YOU ARE LUCKY MAYBE YOUR GOD WILL BLESS YOU WITH A SET OF BALLS SO YOU CAN FIGHT AMERICA FACE TO FACE INSTEAD OF DOING CHICKEN SHIT TERROISM ACTS ON INNOCENT CIVILIANS. HOPEFULLY AFTER YOU READ THIS AND PULL YOUR BOYFRIENDS DICK OUT OF YOUR ASS AND TAKE A BREAK FROM BEING CORNHOLED, YOU WILL THEN REALIZE HOW BIG OF A COWARD YOU FUCKING RETARDS REALLY ARE..........GOD BLESS THE USA

by Airman first class UNITED STATES AIRFORCE at March 12, 2004 2:34 AM


Fuck Allah, he doesn't exist anyhow. If he did exist, he could lick the smegma from my uncircumcised foreskin.
Fuck Mohammed, he can wrap his lips around my cock and suck the cum right out of my prostate.
And Fuck the Four Rightly-Guided Caliphs, they can take turns eating the shit coming out of my ass after I've been constipated for a week, and then can lick my hairy asshole clean.
Gee, where's the lighning bolt?
Guess your religion is a big, steaming, worm-infected crock of SHIT!!!
But then, who but a DICKHEAD would subscribe to a religion invented by a bunch of primitive SHITSACKS who wiped their assholes with their bare hands, and considered their own boogers a tasty snack?

Brendan - The Guy Who Says "FUCK YOU" To Allah Every Night

by Brendan at September 17, 2004 1:55 AM


Hey Guess What? Osama Bin laden.... boy he sure does run away alot doesnt he?
must read the Art of War by Sun Tzu......but apparently he is too stupid to realize something
he doesnt even have an Army....lol
thats hilarious!
wow, he has little Militia Groups that go Fuck youre Mother at night.
FUCKING NUKE IRAQ, YOU SHITS ARE GONNA GET IT.
FUCKIN AMERICA FUCKS YOU UP.
AMERICA WON WW1, AMERICA BEAT THE BRITISH, AMERICA BEAT THE GERMANS AGAIN in WW2, THE GOLF WAR,
THE COLD WAR, THIS WAR. WAR IS WON BY WARRIORS, NOT COWARDS WHO RUN AWAY.
I WILL FIGHT, AND DIE FOR THIS COUNTRY IF I MUST.
TO PREVENT THE WORLD FROM EXTINCTION, TO PREVENT THE WORLD FROM TYRANNY.
THOSE WHO KNOW THIS, SHALL DIE BY MY SWORD.
AND MY SWORD IS BIGGER THAN YOURES, We've got the NUKES,
WEVES GOT THE AMMO, WE GOT THE SKIES, WE GOT THE SATELLITES, WE GOT TO WAR TANKS FUCKING M1 ABRAHMS, WE'VE GOT THE APACHE HELOS, WE"VE GOT THE ROCKET LAUNCHERS.... Cause RPGS? THEY JUST DO A LITTLE DAMAGE....But shit... our Rocket Launchers are packed full of Fragmentations, that Singe youre BODY WHOLE.
WILLY PETER GRENADES THAT BURN YOURE SKIN LIKE WHITE PHOSPHORUS.....
YOU ARE A SAD MISTAKE OSAMA, YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG COUNTRY.
WE WILL WIN, THE PEOPLE WILL WIN, and this War is FAR FROM OVER, BECAUSE WE ARE BEATING THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU.
LOOK AT FALLUJAH, WE KILLED EVERYONE THERE... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHA
KNOW WHATS FUNNY? 144,000 Troops Bitch. AS OPOSED TO OSAMA IN THE MOUNTAINS, HIDING WITH
like 6 Body Guards... Fucking Pussy come back and FIGHT, YOU WANTED THIS FIGHT YOU FUCK.
NOW SATAN CONTROLS US, AND SATAN WILL DESTROY YOU.
HAIL SATAN, OH YE OF OUR NATION.
SATAN RULES THE PENTAGON.

by Steve at December 30, 2004 10:31 AM


I definitely agree with what you are suggesting. I do not know whether Osma Bin laden is a Genius or not. For all I know, it may have been one or more of Bin Laden's Cohorts who hatched the plan to use our own Commercial airplanes against us. Regardless of who thought up the plan,... it can't be denied,... Osma got alot of "Bang" for the buck, and will continue to do so, for along time.

However, in the large scheme of things, three thousand people dying in this Country is not alot in comparison to the people that die from conditions caused by our own American citizens, such as in the Medical Industry.

Don't misunderstand me, one American dying at the hands of a terrorist is "One Too Many", but considering that almost 200,000 people die from malpractice and hospital staff incompetance every year,... the number of people that died in the Twin towers shrinks by comparison, and those 200,00 people are only the situations that are voluntarily reported by Hospitals. Knowing that human nature is to first try to cover up ones own mistakes, I suspect that the number of deaths is much higher

In this example and others,... I often wonder if we are not our own worst enemy.

by James at January 21, 2005 8:28 AM


ha haha ha u american u can't catch osma bin laden dreamm

only in ur dreams ,, ha ha ha hahhahaahahahhaaaa

by no.1 butt saaab at March 10, 2005 3:11 AM


U GO AND FUCK YOUR AUNTIE

by SEX ME at March 17, 2005 12:56 AM


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by BOXMAN at April 25, 2005 6:22 AM


why dont you do some good for a change, like give money to the poor and stop your fucking threats to the world around you, get a life dust bin larden dont end up like so dan insaine he was found hiding in a hole like a shit in a bog ,get a life you son of the devil satain

by jack ass at May 12, 2005 7:29 PM


I got bare (LOTS) christian, atheist and muslim friends, we all get along. why can't none of you do. i am bare dissappointed at the ppl who swear at muhammed. THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT MUSLIMS BELIEVE IN JESUS [HES NOT SON OF GOD, GOD HASN'T GOT ANY FAMILY, AND HE WASN'T CRUSIFIED, WHY WOULD GOD LET ONE OF HIS PROPHETS SUFFER LIKE THAT AND NOT THE ROMANS]. IF YOU UNDERSTOOD HOW STUPID AMERICA IS, YOU WOULD KNOW, THEY KILL MILLIONS OF PEOPLE A DAY, AND IF A PERSON GETS HURT BY THIS, HE IS A TERRORIST, AMERICA IS THE TERRORIST. I WON'T GO KILLLING PEOPLE AROUND BUT I WON'T GO IN MUSLIM COUNTRIES AND SHAME PEOPLE AND REMOVE THEM FROM THEIR RELIGION, THERE IS A CHURCH THAT ONCE SAID MUHAMMED IS A PEDO, NOW HOW COME A ROMAN CATHOLIC AND A CATHOLIC DON'T GET ON WITH EACH OTHER, ON A HISTORY CHANNEL I SAW CHRISTIAN HISTORIANS SHOWING RECONSTRUCTIONS OF HOW CHRISTIANS USED TO DESTROY EACH OTHERS CHURCHES AND BURN CROSSES, AND I THOUGHT FOR EVERY KIND OF CHRISTIAN THE CROSS WAS ALWAYS THE SAME, YOU LOT SHOULD DO SOME RESEARCH. YOU MIGHT HAVE GUESSED I AM A MUSLIM, AND I AM A SUNNI, BUT ME AND MY DAD HAVE BEEN IN MILLIONS OF SHIA MOSQUES AND LOTS OF OUR SHIA FRIENDS CAME WITH US TO SUNNI MOSQUES. NONE OF US FIGHT. AND THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN SHIAS AND SUNNIS AREN'T RELIGIOUS THEY ARE TRADITIONAL, SHIAS SAY ALI SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE NEXT KHALLIFAH AFTER MUHAMMED AND SUNNI SAY IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABUBAKR. IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER, IN MY COLL, I WENT TO THE LIBRARY TO DO SOME RESEARCH ON CHRISTIANITY AND THERE IS DIFFERENT KINDS OF BIBLES, A CATHOLIC IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TO A ORTHADOX OR THE OTHER TYPES. I THINK AMERICA SHOULD DO SOME REDEARCH. SALADIN WAS A PERSION WHO UNITED THE MUSLIMS AND AT THE TIME MY PREVIOUS HISTORY TEACHER SAID HE HAD ENOUGH POWER TO EVEN CONQUER EUROPE, THEN THAT MEANS COLUMBUS MIGHT NOT HAVE DISCOVERED AMERICA OR AMERICA MIGHT HAVE BEEN CIVALISED.

by ME at June 26, 2005 8:30 AM


Wow... just... wow.... this has to be one of the most entertainingly deranged comments sections I have ever read. Keep up the good work, morons!

by Flinky Wisty Pomm at July 16, 2005 3:11 PM


HELLO THERE
ALRIGHT HERE IS AN INDIAN ( NOT A FUCKING SECULAR INDIAN…..) .
Your right feeling the PINCH OF PIGS EH? WELL THE stench THATS WANTING TO KILL US ( “us” English ….all the ‘Purer’,Human Non islamic people and US (The Land of the Free) )) BEGINS AND ENDS IN PORK-ISTAN.
Sept 11 was planned & financed by these bitches….they used arabs and af-gands to show face.WTC attack again - pak financed…Spanish and more recent attack…same thing . Your feeding the hand thats gonna kill ya….and right now your pretending to be Friends….these people are PARASITES BY BLOOD….LEECHES BY RACE…AND IMBECILES BY DESCENT ….they cant even as much as make a needle on their own, and whats keeping them alive is YOUR support …they earn the Dollars by the the ass . 3 things,that have made this pimp stouter
1- PROSTITUION
2-DRUGS
3- EXTORTION MAFIA
……those same dollars spin around hands/Cuntries and then eventually make Sept 11’s all around.We faced these MOTHER FUCKERS IN 1993..they did the same thing . RIGHT NOW MUSLIMS ARE THE BIGGEST PROBLEM IN SOUTH EAST ASIA. …..POPULATION HERE GROWS FASTEST…SEE I islamic CAN OFFIFICALLY FUCK 4WIVES…AND THEN HE HAS 5 CHILDREN FROM 1 WIFE..SEE how it affectS humanity….? WE ALL ARE SICK OF islam and PORKISTAN…..how can we elimate the face of this shit..and let only Human beings live.? …..COME ON GW…….ITS TIME TO UNITE AND DO IRAQ RIGHT HERE….WE ARE WITH YOU SHOULDER- SHOULDER………
IF I WAS BORN HERE I WOULD HAVE JOINED THE US AIRFORCE.. ( I Dontlike the freaking Secular Air Force of India)….SO S-E-X-T-I-N-G SLAUGHTERING PIGS .ANYWAY IF you see a PAKI IN A GAS STATION/MOTEL/driving TAXIS IN CHICAGO-NY…hes sending money all of it …feeding the pool against you…”KEEP AN EYE ON HIm”…he is 99% ILLEGAL WORKER…cos 1,2,3 is all THEY KNOW …REPORT HIM TO IMMIGRATIONS/COPS.

AND HERE’S TO FUN WORDS WE CAN EXCHANGE AS WE DEPART. TRY SAYING THIS L-O-U-D-L-Y WHEN YOU MEET A PAKI ..

” URDU KI MAA CHOODI” …..”PAKI KI MAA CHUDI”

(’Ki’ as in Kiwi . Maa as in Maa of Sheep. Choodi
as in `Chew-Dee`.Personaly that is a foreign Language to us … Just know these 4 golden words…repeat them everywhere you go.)
..and you just COMPLIMENTED YOURSELF “I MOTHERFUCKED THE PAK”

F-U-C-K pak
militant islam
GOD BLESS USA , ISREAL and all other nations against Pigs.

by GANG_RAPE_pakistan at August 28, 2005 3:32 AM


bin laden is a stinky afghan and needs a bar of soap the stinky shit hes gonna die cuz he can smell his top lip stinky shit ! all u paki's are animals and need to be put on a lead u smelly turks

i used to work in tesco's in the wine and spirits isle and a stinky paki walked up to me and said can u sort me out with ur finest port i said yea dover so fuck off u smelly shit ! lol !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

by i hate stinky paki's at September 17, 2005 12:42 PM


Lost Verses of the Koran

Surah 115: The Pig

Bismillah:

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,” replied 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 blithely, 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 an incredulous Ahmed, staring at Muhammad.
"Of course," replied the deranged Prophet Muhammad, hallucinating thanks to ingesting strong hashish minutes earlier.
"That's ridiculous, why in hell do we worship pigs?" asked Ahmed sharply, 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 a sardonic 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 Muhammad," 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, shaking his head in disbelief, disappeared behind a sand dune.
"What a stupid, perverted, licentious bastard," spat Ahmed, walking off, adding, "Muhammad is crazier than a shithouse rat!"

Surah 116: The Pervert

Bismillah:

And it came to pass that Prophet 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, incredulous 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”, a chuckling Muhammad stated 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 disgustedly, 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 with disdain, 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 bluntly, 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 a smiling 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 is 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,” answered 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 blithely as he removed his robe, Ayesha’s mother shaking her head in helpless disgust and closing the door.

Surah 117: The Murderer

Bismillah:

Mohammed 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,” replied Khalil sharply, 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 for Khalil.
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 bluntly.
“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 is really sick, she’s only six years old,” observed Khalil, shaking his head.
“Better for the great Prophet to know her than one of the infidels,” declared a smiling Abu with arms in the air.
“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 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 a chuckling 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, nodding.
“Indeed, it was and is Allah’s will,” replied Muhammad confidently, 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,” corrected a quickly lying Muhammad, holding up a bottle.
“Don’t you drink strong wine everyday?” asked a sardonic 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,” declared 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 blithely, 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

Bismillah:

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 Fatima.”
“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

Bismillah:

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 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 diluted 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,” declared 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 angrily, 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

Bismillah:

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

Bismillah:

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.


by A pig called Allah at October 13, 2005 3:53 AM


Lost Verses of the Koran

Surah 115: The Pig

Bismillah:

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,” replied 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 blithely, 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 an incredulous Ahmed, staring at Muhammad.
"Of course," replied the deranged Prophet Muhammad, hallucinating thanks to ingesting strong hashish minutes earlier.
"That's ridiculous, why in hell do we worship pigs?" asked Ahmed sharply, 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 a sardonic 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 Muhammad," 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, shaking his head in disbelief, disappeared behind a sand dune.
"What a stupid, perverted, licentious bastard," spat Ahmed, walking off, adding, "Muhammad is crazier than a shithouse rat!"

Surah 116: The Pervert

Bismillah:

And it came to pass that Prophet 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, incredulous 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”, a chuckling Muhammad stated 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 disgustedly, 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 with disdain, 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 bluntly, 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 a smiling 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 is 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,” answered 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 blithely as he removed his robe, Ayesha’s mother shaking her head in helpless disgust and closing the door.

Surah 117: The Murderer

Bismillah:

Mohammed 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,” replied Khalil sharply, 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 for Khalil.
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 bluntly.
“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 is really sick, she’s only six years old,” observed Khalil, shaking his head.
“Better for the great Prophet to know her than one of the infidels,” declared a smiling Abu with arms in the air.
“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 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 a chuckling 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, nodding.
“Indeed, it was and is Allah’s will,” replied Muhammad confidently, 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,” corrected a quickly lying Muhammad, holding up a bottle.
“Don’t you drink strong wine everyday?” asked a sardonic 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,” declared 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 blithely, 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

Bismillah:

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 Fatima.”
“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

Bismillah:

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 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 diluted 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,” declared 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 angrily, 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

Bismillah:

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

Bismillah:

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.


by A pig called Allah at October 13, 2005 3:54 AM


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by John Smith at February 19, 2006 4:40 PM


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by victor at March 8, 2006 10:45 AM


salam,
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by Faisal at May 1, 2006 8:27 PM


Hey want to know something osama has anal sex with his own son for kicks then he licks his mothers pussy licking up all her juice. then he fucks pigs thinking of men with big beareds. And their is nothing osama likes more then taking a huge thick cock up his ass he loves the pain as his ass opens to swallow the cock but since muslims have very very very very very small pricks he has to use a vibrater he bought from the USA. so for real men he licks up the semen from the dicks. then he dreams of being fucked by muhammed and fucking him too. then he dreams of licking allahs ass clean of shit and getting it all over his face. why do you bastard muslims think osama only preferrs the company of men?

then he wants to turn islam into a huge men only city just for him to have sex with men. Huh islam sucks ass its a huge shit hole with nothing but sand and dust every where all you bastards do is beat women because they are better then you at every thing plus you are ashamed of this so you force them to cover them selfs in rags.

my advice is to gut all mulims like a fish bleen them good and leave them for the maggots then grind their remains to dust and feed that to pigs.

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by Death to all muslims at July 7, 2006 3:18 PM