Monday, January 23, 2006

UK marches toward dhimmitude

Here's the WTF du jour. On the one year anniversary of the July 7th London bombings Great Britain will host an exhibition of modern-day islam in an attempt to eliminate the "myths, misconceptions and misunderstandings. Organizers plan to invite surviors of the tube attacks (nothing like rubbing your nose in it) to the event. The expo will in 3 zones, discover islam, the muslim world and muslim civilization. You'll learn how to pray the muslim way, learn the true palestinian history, religious chants and a gallery of famous converts. Fantastic! This will surely stir up sympathy for the enemy create self-loathing and a "blame the victim" mentality for our allies across the pond. If Britons want to "discover" islam, all they need to do is check out the Finsbury Park mosque. Or better yet, go sit in on the trial of the famed "Hooked" imam of the Finsbury Park mosque. They'll get a real look at the islamic culture, because he's preaching hate from the koran.


Anonymous said...

Those Jesus Freaks
Well, they're friendly but
The shit they believe
Has got their minds all shut
An' they don't even care
When the church takes a cut
Ain't it bleak when you got so much nothin'

The whole foundation of Christianity is based on the idea that intellectualism is the work of the Devil. Remember the apple on the tree? Okay, it was the Tree of Knowledge. "You eat this apple, you're going to be as smart as God. We can't have that."

Get smart and I'll fuck you over -- sayeth The Lord.

Children are naïve -- they trust everyone. School is bad enough, but, if you put a child anywhere in the vicinity of a church, you're asking for trouble.

My best advice to anyone who wants to raise a happy, mentally healthy child is: Keep him or her as far away from a church as you can.

Anonymous said...


I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in a cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralysed
I thought that everything else would just wait

While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
because ther'll be no safety in numbers
When the right one walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win