Thursday, April 27, 2006
Well, this is precious, they have now admitted to us that oops, some dangerous foreign criminals that should have been banished from our shores have been uh, um released and they don't know where they are!
The criminals, all convicted have not served their sentences, the were supposed to be handed over to Immigration and then flown out of the country never to return, so the prisons released them into the custody of Immigration officials, but the Immigration officials failed to turn up, so the prisons released them any way!
These are the criminals currently running loose on our streets:
2 convicted of manslaughter
41 violent burglars
20 drug smugglers
54 convicted of violent assault
27 of indecent sexual assault
28 people smugglers
Now all of these criminals are foreign, no doubt mostly from Pakistan, Bangladesh, Jamaica, China, Africa and Albania. The reason for exiling them was to stop wasting money on them and have them imprisoned in their own countries.
Lucky for them, this country is run by fucking idiots and they are now free having not served their sentences!
This country continues to amaze me! Read the full story here
There are ominous signs that the Earth’s weather patterns have begun to change dramatically and that these changes may portend a drastic decline in food production– with serious political implications for just about every nation on Earth. The drop in food output could begin quite soon, perhaps only 10 years from now. The regions destined to feel its impact are the great wheat-producing lands of Canada and the U.S.S.R. in the North, along with a number of marginally self-sufficient tropical areas – parts of India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Indochina and Indonesia – where the growing season is dependent upon the rains brought by the monsoon.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I have been the recipient of a number of leaflets from the Labour Party, the Conservatives, Liberal Democrats and George Galloway's 'Respect Party' all of these parties in my east London borough are falling over themselves to prove how Islamo-friendly they are.
Amoung they various things they write, the Lib Dems had an interesting one, in a part of their literature entitled 'community respect' they wrote that they were instrumental in changing a planning permission that prevented the main doors of a pub being opposite a Mosque, I wonder whose votes they are trying to get?
Galloway's Respect Party is campaining on how illegal and immoral the Iraq war is. They are also demanding more money is spent on the 'community', one wonders which community they have in mind, the truth is there is very little more they can do to get more money since most of this borough is on welfare. Where do they expect it to come from? The sky?
This is the alliance of Islam and socialism that came to fruition after 9/11 in all its gory reality. These people would gladly see this country become an Islamic Sharia state, as long as they get their socialist economics, peoples republic and the terminal weakening of the British race!
I have not received a leaflet from the BNP, perhaps it is because where I am is completely Muslim(except for myself) Perhaps they feared being lynched by blood thirsty Saracen boys?
unfortunately for the old Mohammedans no Israelis or Americans died. Quite a number of Muslims died though, and don't worry if they were true Muslims they are 'shahid' or martyrs and the ones who were not pleasing to Allah will burn, so no harm done eh?
The attack cam a day after Sheikh Osama Bin Laden said we nasty Westerners were conducting a Crusade against the Ummah, if only!
Saturday, April 22, 2006
"I'm glad you are willing. I now know that 3 people are willing to kill to protect their lives, culture, nations, races and faith against that false and wicked religion of Mohammed (piss on him!)
The same man who fucked a 9 year old girl. The same man who raped women. Murdered men, twisted minds and gave inspiration to those who would see all the world burn.
This is a religion without wisdom, without pity, without morals, without reason and lets pray without a future!
This religion raped the Roman Empire, enslaved the Christian lands of Egypt, Palestine, Syria, Mesopotamia(modern Iraq)Libya, Africa(modern day Algeria, Tunisia, Morocco)and Spain.
This is the religion that defiled that most holy of Christian cities, Constantinople, the centre of the Roman and Christian world since Constantine the Great, the most glorious Christian city the world has known. They raped nuns and Christian children as they brought low that shining star.
The same 'faith' that slaughtered up to 70 million Indians in the centuries following the Paedophile Prophet. This religion massacred almost the entire Buddhist peoples of the sub-continent, burned the great and irreplaceable Buddhist libraries of Benares. They slaughtered the monks and raped the nuns.
The Hindus fared no better, thousands of temples were completely destroyed. Millions of Hindus over the centuries were murdered and raped. India had to endure the most monstrous rulers until the British liberated them from these savages.
The same 'faith' that enslaved the Christian peoples of the Balkans and Greece! The home of Pericles, Plato and Homer!
These barbarians, these savages presume that they are the best civilisation when they are not civil!
These filthy pigs(apologies to pigs!)destroy that which is beautiful, that which is wondrous, that which is wise that which is noble that which is holy!
They know nothing of what life could be, they are too interested in the hatred that consumes them, in the plunder to be had, in the victims they can humiliate and enslave, in that loveless god they call Allah(piss on him)
And now, after all those previous outrages against the world they now have their eyes on fair Europe. The prize they were never able to enslave.
They will destroy all of Europe's great churches and cathedrals. Those they do not destroy they would vandalise with their uncouth minarets.
The great accumulated art of fair Europe will burn, Michelangelo's David, the Mona Lisa, Titian's work all of our great art! We will no longer hear the most beautiful music the world has ever heard, our instruments will fall silent, no more Bach, no more Verdi, no more Vivaldi or Beethoven.
The beautiful cities of Florence, Sienna, Venice, Rome, Paris, Athens, Vienna, York, Winchester and all the other towns and cities of fair Europe will be raped and pillaged, never to be rebuilt, never to see glory again.
They will rape our women, murder or enslave us men. They will humiliate us, abduct our children to fuck them and convert them, so that in a generation we will have to fight our own flesh and blood, just as the Turks did to the enslaved peoples of the Balkans!
And do you know what enrages me most? It is the legions of fucking ignorant socialists and liberals who are and will continue to aid and abet the Muslims in their conquest of Europe. They are the most evil people amongst us, the most cowardly, these 'peace activists' these 'anti racists' these 'progressives' will cheer when the barbarians are swarming over fair Europe murdering, raping looting, enslaving, burning destroying, eliminating!
Even if and when these savages rule Europe I will not submit to the religion of submission. I will fight, I will kill and no doubt I will die a painful death after an imaginative torture session.
But I will know that I will die a free man, never submitting, never surrendering to that hateful and repulsive religion. "
Thursday, April 20, 2006
For the full article click here
The above mentioned nations are very lucky indeed to have as their head of state this remarkable woman! She has served them through thick and thin since 1952, even when she has been derided and mocked publicly or when nasty minded republicans have tried to oust her in favour of some colourless politician.
She is doing very well for her age and if she lives as long as her mother it will be 2028 before Charles comes to the thrones of these realms.
Again, I wish Her Majesty long life, good health and all the best!
$500,000 was given to these Jew hating bastards last month alone. Click here for the full story. While we have seen the new Canadian Prime Minister show some decency and balls, by ending all funding of the Palestinian Authority, good ole Helen again proves herself to be the most pathetic Anglo-spheric PM by abjectly kowtowing to the Muslims and Islamic world opinion. As a life long socialist she shares something with the Muslims; hatred of the West, a desire to see our culture supplanted and/or destroyed.
People, we have to stop voting for socialists or they will destroy us!
(Above, that bitch Helen Clark)
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
He refused to be a Dhimmi and died for that! How many more of us will have to die before we rise up and expell this cancerous community from within our nations?
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
I ask you a question now that you should think seriously about: ARE YOU WILLING TO KILL?
I ask this because we have 3 choices in the war
1. We can fight them
2. We can accept our dhimmi-hood and/or convert to Islam
3. Pretend nothing is wrong and delay the above 2 choices for another 10 or 15 years!
If you lean toward the second and third choice, then you never have to ask yourself whether you are capable of killing an other man.
If you lean toward fighting the Muslims, you need to accept that at some point you will most probably have to use violence to protect yourself, your family, your community, your nation and your race! Violence inevitably leads to death. Are you willing to kill people to live?
This is something with which I have struggled with, but with a heavy heart I have accepted that Muslims are not like us, as Osama Bin Laden has said "you love life, we love death"
We can't negotiate with or accommodate people like this, either they give up their religion or they leave our countries. Some will not accept this and will gladly fight us using what ever methods are at hand, they will detonate themselves in crowded public places, they will hack off our heads, they will rape our women, murder our children desecrate our places of worship.
There is nothing to low for them. I repeat are you willing to end the life of another?
Think about it now, you don't want to be faced with that choice when your decision will mean your life or death!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
The Time Traveler appeared suddenly in my study on New Year’s Eve, 2004. He was a stolid, grizzled man in a gray tunic and looked to be in his late-sixties or older. He also appeared to be the veteran of wars or of some terrible accident since he had livid scars on his face and neck and hands, some even visible in his scalp beneath a fuzz of gray hair cropped short in a military cut. One eye was covered by a black eyepatch.
Before I could finish dialing 911 he announced in a husky voice that he was a Time Traveler come back to talk to me about the future.Being a sometimes science-fiction writer but not a fool, I said, “Prove it.”“Do you remember Replay?” he said.My finger hovered over the final “1” in my dialing. “The 1987 novel?” I said. “By Ken Grimwood?”The stranger – Time Traveler, psychotic, home invader, whatever he was – nodded.I hesitated. The novel by Grimwood had won the World Fantasy Award a year or two after my first-novel, Song of Kali, had. Grimwood’s book was about a guy who woke up one morning to find himself snapped back decades in his life, from the late 1980’s to himself as a college student in 1963, and thus getting the chance to relive – to replay – that life again, only this time acting upon what he’d already learned the hard way.
In the book, the character, who was to experience – suffer – several Replays, learned that there were other people from his time who were also Replaying their lives in the past, their bodies younger but their memories intact. I’d greatly enjoyed the book, thought it deserved the award, and had been sad to hear that Grimwood had died . . . when? . . . in 2003.So, I thought, I might have a grizzled nut case in my study this New Year’s Eve, but if he was a reader and a fan of Replay, he was probably just a sci-fi fan grizzled nut case, and therefore probably harmless. Possibly. Maybe.I kept my finger poised over the final “1” in “911.”“What does that book have to do with you illegally entering my home and study?” I asked.The stranger smiled … almost sadly I thought. “You asked me to prove that I’m a Time Traveler,” he said softly. “Do you remember how Grimwood’s character in Replay went hunting for others in the 1960’s who had traveled back in time from the late 1980’s?”I did remember now. I’d thought it clever at the time. The guy in Replay, once he suspected others were also replaying into the past, had taken out personal ads in major city newspapers around the country. The ads were concise. “Do you remember Three Mile Island, Challenger, Watergate, Reaganomics? If so, contact me at . . .”Before I could say anything else on this New Year’s Eve of 2004, a few hours before 2005 began, the stranger said, “Terri Schiavo, Katrina, New Orleans under water, Ninth Ward, Ray Nagin, Superdome, Judge John Roberts, White Sox sweep the Astros in four to win the World Series, Pope Benedict XVI, Scooter Libby.”“Wait, wait!” I said, scrambling for a pen and then scrambling even faster to write. “Ray who? Pope who? Scooter who?”“You’ll recognize it all when you hear it all again,” said the stranger. “I’ll see you in a year and we’ll have our conversation.”“Wait!” I repeated. “What was that middle apart . . . Ray Nugin? Judge who? John Roberts? Who is . . .” But when I looked up he was gone.“White Sox win the Series?” I muttered into the silence. “Fat chance.”
#I was waiting for him on New Year’s Eve 2005. I didn’t see him enter. I looked up from the book I was fitfully reading and he was standing in the shadows again. I didn’t dial 911 this time, nor demand any more proof. I waved him to the leather wingchair and said, “Would you like something to drink?”“Scotch,” he said. “Single malt if you have it.”I did.Our conversation ran over two hours, but the following is the gist of it. I’m a novelist by trade. I remember conversations pretty well. (Not as perfectly as Truman Capote was said to be able to recall long conversations word for word, but pretty well.)The Time Traveler wouldn’t tell me what year in the future he was from. Not even the decade or century. But the gray cord trousers and blue-gray wool tunic top he was wearing didn’t look very far-future science-fictiony or military, no Star Trekky boots or insignia, just wellworn clothes that looked like something a guy who worked with his hands a lot would wear. Construction maybe.“I know you can’t tell me details about the future because of time travel paradoxes,” I began. I hadn’t spent a lifetime reading and then writing SF for nothing.“Oh, bugger time travel paradoxes,” said the Time Traveler. “They don’t exist. I could tell you anything I want to and it won’t change anything. I just choose not to tell you some things.”I frowned at this. “Time travel paradoxes don’t exist? But surely if I go back in time and kill my grandfather before he meets my grandmother . . .”The Time Traveler laughed and sipped his Scotch. “Would you want to kill your grandfather?” he said. “Or anyone else?”“Well . . .Hitler maybe,” I said weakly.The Traveler smiled, but more ironically this time. “Good luck,” he said. “But don’t count on succeeding.”I shook my head. “But surely anything you tell me now about the future will change the future,” I said.“I gave you a raft of facts about your future a year ago as my bona fides,” said the Time Traveler. “Did it change anything? Did you save New Orleans from drowning?”“I won $50 betting on the White Sox in October,” I admitted.The Time Traveler only shook his head. “Quod erat demonstrandum,” he said softly. “I could tell you that the Mississippi River flows generally south. Would your knowing about it change its course or flow or flooding?”I thought about this. Finally I said, “Why did you come back? Why do you want to talk to me? What do you want me to do?”“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.”I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said.“The Century War,” said the Time Traveler.I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .”“I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he stood, refilled his Scotch glass, and sat again. He said, “It was important to me to come back to this time early on in the struggle. Even if only to remind myself of how unspeakably blind you all were.”“You mean the War on Terrorism,” I said.“I mean the Long War with Islam,” he said. “The Century War. And it’s not over yet where I come from. Not close to being over.”“You can’t have a war with Islam,” I said. “You can’t go to war against a religion. Radical Islam, maybe. Jihadism. Some extremists. But not a . . . the . . . religion itself. The vast majority of Muslims in the world are peaceloving people who wish us no harm. I mean . . . I mean . . . the very word ‘Islam’ means ‘Peace.’”“So you kept telling yourselves,” said the Time Traveler. His voice was very low but there was a strange and almost frightening edge to it. “But the ‘peace’ in ‘Islam’ means ‘Submission.’ You’ll find that out soon enough”Great, I was thinking. Of all the time travelers in all the gin joints in all the world, I get this racist, xenophobic, right-wing asshole.“After Nine-eleven, we’re fighting terrorism,” I began, “not . . .”He waved me into silence.“You were a philosophy major or minor at that podunk little college you went to long ago,” said the Time Traveler. “Do you remember what Category Error is?”It rang a bell. But I was too irritated at hearing my alma mater being called a “podunk little college” to be able to concentrate fully.“I’ll tell you what it is,” said the Time Traveler. “In philosophy and formal logic, and it has its equivalents in science and business management, Category Error is the term for having stated or defined a problem so poorly that it becomes impossible to solve that problem, through dialectic or any other means.”I waited. Finally I said firmly, “You can’t go to war with a religion. Or, I mean . . . sure, you could . . . the Crusades and all that . . . but it would be wrong.”The Time Traveler sipped his Scotch and looked at me. He said, “Let me give you an analogy . . .”God, I hated and distrusted analogies. I said nothing.“Let’s imagine,” said the Time Traveler, “that on December eighth, Nineteen forty-one, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt spoke before a joint session of Congress and asked them to declare war on aviation.”“That’s absurd,” I said.“Is it?” asked the Time Traveler. “The American battleships, cruisers, harbor installations, Army barracks, and airfields at Pearl Harbor and elsewhere in Hawaii were all struck by Japanese aircraft. Imagine if the next day Roosevelt had declared war on aviation . . . threatening to wipe it out wherever we found it. Committing all the resources of the United States of America to defeating aviation, so help us God.”“That’s just stupid,” I said. If I’d ever been afraid of this Time Traveler, I wasn’t now. He was obviously a mental defective.“The planes, the Japanese planes,” I said, “were just a method of attack . . . a means . . . it wasn’t aviation that attacked us at Pearl Harbor, but the Empire of Japan. We declared war on Japan and a few days later its ally, Germany, lived up to its treaty with the Japanese and declared war on us. If we’d declared war on aviation, on goddamned airplanes rather than the empire and ideology that launched them, we’d never have . . .”I stopped. What had he called it? Category Error. Making the problem unsolvable through your inability – or fear – of defining it correctly.The Time Traveler was smiling at me from the shadows. It was a small, thin, cold smile – holding no humor in it, I was sure -- but still a smile of sorts. It seemed more sad than gloating as my sudden silence stretched on.“What do you know about Syracuse?” he asked suddenly.I blinked again. “Syracuse, New York?” I said at last.He shook his head slowly. “Thucydides’ Syracuse,” he said softly. “Syracuse circa 415 B.C. The Syracuse Athens invaded.”“It was . . . part of the Peloponnesian War,” I ventured.He waited for more but I had no more to give. I loved history, but let’s admit it . . . that was ancient history. Still, I felt that I should have been able to tell him,or at least remember, why Syracuse was important in the Peloponnesian War or why they fought there or who fought exactly or who had won or . . . something. I hated feeling like a dull student around this scarred old man.“The war between Athens and its allies and Sparta and its allies – a war for nothing less than hegemony over the entire known world at that time – began in 431 B.C.,” said the Time Traveler. “After seventeen years of almost constant fighting, with no clear or permanent advantage for either side, Athens – under the leadership of Alcibiades at the time – decided to widen the war by conquering Sicily, the ‘Great Greece’ they called it, an area full of colonies and the key to maritime commerce at the time the way the Strait of Hormuz in the Persian Gulf is today.”I hate being lectured to at the best of times, but something about the tone and timber of the Time Traveler’s voice – soft, deep, rasping, perhaps thickened a bit by the whiskey – made this sound more like a story being told around a campfire. Or perhaps a bit like one of Garrison Keillor’s Lake Wobegon stories on “Prairie Home Companion.” I settled deeper into my chair and listened.“Syracuse wasn’t a direct enemy of the Athenians,” continued the Time Traveler, “but it was quarreling with a local Athenian colony and the democracy of Athens used that as an excuse to launch a major expedition against it. It was a big deal – Athens sent 136 triremes, the best fighting ships in the world then – and landed 5,000 soldiers right under the city’s walls.“The Athenians had enjoyed so much military success in recent years, including their invasion of Melos, that Thucydides wrote – So thoroughly had the present prosperity persuaded the Athenians that nothing could withstand them, and that they could achieve what was possible and what was impracticable alike, with means ample or inadequate it mattered not. The reason for this was their general extraordinary success, which made them confuse their strengths with their hopes.”“Oh, hell,” I said, “this is going to be a lecture about Iraq, isn’t it? Look . . . I voted for John Kerry last year and . . .”“Listen to me,” the Time Traveler said softly. It was not a request. There was steel in that soft, rasping voice. “Nicias, the Athenian general who ended up leading the invasion, warned against it in 415 B.C. He said – ‘We must not disguise from ourselves that we go to found a city among strangers and enemies, and that he who undertakes such an enterprise should be prepared to become master of the country the first day he lands, or failing in this to find everything hostile to him’. Nicias, along with the Athenian poet and general Demosthenes, would see their armies destroyed at Syracuse and then they would both be captured and put to death by the Syracusans. Sparta won big in that two-year debacle for Athens. The war went on for seven more years, but Athens never recovered from that overreaching at Syracuse, and in the end . . . Sparta destroyed it. Conquered the Athenian empire and its allies, destroyed Athens’ democracy, ruined the entire balance of power and Greek hegemony over the known world at the time . . . ruined everything. All because of a miscalculation about Syracuse.”I sighed. I was sick of Iraq. Everyone was sick of Iraq on New Years Eve, 2005, both Bush supporters and Bush haters. It was just an ugly mess. “They just had an election,” I said. “The Iraqi people. They dipped their fingers in purple ink and . . .”“Yes yes,” interrupted the Time Traveler as if recalling something further back in time, and much less important, than Athens versus Syracuse. “The free elections. Purple fingers. Democracy in the Mid-East. The Palestinians are voting as well. You will see in the coming year what will become of all that.”The Time Traveler drank some Scotch, closed his eyes for a second, and said, “Sun Tzu writes – The side that knows when to fight and when not to will take the victory. There are roadways not to be traveled, armies not to be attacked, walled cities not to be assaulted.”“All right, goddammit,” I said irritably. “Your point’s made. So we shouldn’t have invaded Iraq in this . . . what did you call it? This Long War with Islam, this Century War. We’re all beginning to realize that here by the end of 2005.”The Time Traveler shook his head. “You’ve understood nothing I’ve said. Nothing. Athens failed in Syracuse – and doomed their democracy – not because they fought in the wrong place and at the wrong time, but because they weren’t ruthless enough. They had grown soft since their slaughter of every combat-age man and boy on the island of Melos, the enslavement of every woman and girl there. The democratic Athenians, in regards to Syracuse, thought that once engaged they could win without absolute commitment to winning, claim victory without being as ruthless and merciless as their Spartan and Syracusan enemies. The Athenians, once defeat loomed, turned against their own generals and political leaders – and their official soothsayers. If General Nicias or Demosthenes had survived their captivity and returned home, the people who sent them off with parades and strewn flower petals in their path would have ripped them limb from limb. They blamed their own leaders like a sun-maddened dog ripping and chewing at its own belly.”I thought about this. I had no idea what the hell he was saying or how it related to the future.“You came back in time to lecture me about Thucydides?” I said. “Athens? Syracuse? Sun-Tzu? No offense, Mr. Time Traveler, but who gives a damn?”The Time Traveler rose so quickly that I flinched back in my chair, but he only refilled his Scotch. This time he refilled my glass as well. “You probably should give a damn” he said softly. “ In 2006, you’ll be ripping and tearing at yourselves so fiercely that your nation – the only one on Earth actually fighting against resurgent caliphate Islam in this long struggle over the very future of civilization – will become so preoccupied with criticizing yourselves and trying to gain short-term political advantage, that you’ll all forget that there’s actually a war for your survival going on. Twenty-five years from now, every man or woman in America who wishes to vote will be required to read Thucydides on this matter. And others as well. And there are tests. If you don’t know some history, you don’t vote . . . much less run for office. America’s vacation from knowing history ends very soon now . . . for you, I mean. And for those few others left alive in the world who are allowed to vote.”“You’re shitting me,” I said.“I am shitting you not,” said the Time Traveler.“Those few others left alive who are allowed to vote?” I said, the words just now striking me like hardthrown stones. “What the hell are you talking about? Has our government taken away all our civil liberties in this awful future of yours?”He laughed then and this time it was a deep, hearty, truly amused laugh. “Oh, yes,” he said when the laughter abated a bit. He actually wiped away tears from his one good eye. “I had almost forgotten about your fears of your, our . . . civil liberties . . . being abridged by our own government back in these last stupidity-allowed years of 2005 and 2006 and 2007 . Where exactly do you see this repression coming from?”“Well . . .” I said. I hate it when I start a sentence with ‘well,’ especially in an argument. “Well, the Patriot Act. Bush authorizing spying on Americans . . . international phonecalls and such. Uh . . . I think mosques in the States are under FBI surveillance. I mean, they want to look up what library books we’re reading, for God’s sake. Big Brother. 1984. You know.”The Time Traveler laughed again, but with more edge this time. “Yes, I know,” he said. “We all know . . . up there in the future which some of you will survive to see as free people. Civil liberties. In 2006 you still fear yourselves and your own institutions first, out of old habit. A not unworthy – if fatally misguided and terminally masochistic – paranoia. I will tell you right now, and this is not a prediction but a history lesson, some of your grandchildren will live in dhimmitude.”“Zimmi . . . what?” I said.He spelled it out. What had sounded like a ‘z’ was the ‘dh.’ I’d never heard the word and I told him so.“Then get off your ass and Google it,” said the Time Traveler, his one working eye glinting with something like fury. “Dhimmitude. You can also look up the word dhimmi, because that’s what two of your three grandchildren will be called. Dhimmis. Dhimmitude is the system of separate and subordinate laws and rules they will live under. Look up the word sharia while you’re Googling dhimmi, because that is the only law they will answer to as dhimmis, the only justice they can hope for . . . they and tens and hundreds of millions more now who are worried in your time about invisible abridgements of their ‘civil liberties’ by their ‘oppressive’ American and European democratically elected governments.”He audibly sneered this last part. I wondered now if the fury I sensed in him was a result of his madness, or if the reverse were true.“Where will my grandchildren suffer this dhimmitude?” I asked. My mouth was suddenly so dry I could barely speak.“Eurabia,” said the Time Traveler.“There’s no such place,” I said.He gave me his one-eyed stare. My stomach suddenly lurched and I wished I’d drunk no Scotch. “Words,” I said.The Time Traveler raised one scar-slashed eyebrow.“Last year you gave me words about 2005,” I said. “The kind of words Ken Grimwood’s replayers in time would have put in the newspaper to find each other. Give me more now. Or, better yet, just fucking tell me what you’re talking about. You said it wouldn’t matter. You said that my knowing won’t change anything, any more than I can change the direction the Mississippi is flowing . So tell me, God damn it!”He began by giving me words. Even while I was scribbling them down, I was thinking of reading I’d been doing recently about the joy with which the Victorian Englishmen and 19th Century Europeans and Americans greeted the arrival of the 20th Century. The toasts, especially among the intellectual elite, on New Year’s Eve 1899 had been about the coming glories of technology liberating them, of the imminent Second Enlightenment in human understanding, of the certainty of a just one-world government, of the end of war for all time.Instead, what words would a time traveler or poor Replay victim put in his London Times or Berliner Zeitung or New York Times on January 1, 1900, to find his fellow travelers displaced in time? Auschwitz, I was sure, and Hiroshima and Trinity Site and Holocaust and Hitler and Stalin and . . .The clock in my study chimed midnight.Jesus God. Did I want to hear such words about 2006 and the rest of the 21st Century from the Time Traveler?“Ahmadenijad,” he said softly. “Natanz. Arak. Bushehr. Ishafan. Bonab. Ramsar.”“Those words don’t mean a damned thing to me,” I said as I scribbled them down phonetically. “Where are they? What are they?”“You’ll know soon enough,” said the Time Traveler.“Are you talking about . . . what? . . . the next fifteen or twenty years?” I said.“I’m talking about the next fifteen or twenty months from your now,” he said softly. “Do you want more words?”I didn’t. But I couldn’t speak just then.“General Seyed Reza Pardis,” intoned the Time Traveler. “Shehab-one, Shehab-two, Shehab-three. Tel Aviv. Baghdad International Airport, Al Salem U.S. airbase in Kuwait, Camp Dawhah U.S. Army base in Kuwait, al Seeb U.S. airbase in Oman, al Udeid U.S. Army and Air Force base in Qatar. Haifa. Beir-Shiva. Dimona.”“Oh, fuck,” I said. “Oh, Jesus.” I had no clue as to who or what Shehab One, Two, or Three might be, but the context and litany alone made me want to throw up.“This is just the beginning,” said the Time Traveler.“Wasn’t the beginning on September 11, 2001?” I managed through numb lips.The one-eyed scarred man shook his head. “Historians in my time know that it began on June 5, 1968,” he said. “But it hasn’t really begun for you yet. For any of you.”I thought – What on earth happened on the fifth of June, 1968? I’m old enough to remember. I was in college then. Working that summer and . . . Kennedy. Robert F. Kennedy’s assassination. “Now on to Chicago and the nomination!” Sirhan Sirhan. Was the Time Traveler trying to give me some kind of half-assed Oliver-Stone-JFK-movie garbled up conspiracy theory?“What . . .” I began.“Galveston,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “The Space Needle. Bank of America Plaza in Dallas. Renaissance Tower in Dallas. Bank One Center in Dallas. The Indianapolis 500 – one hour and twenty-three minutes into the race. The Bell South Building in Atlanta. The TransAmerica Pyramid in San Francisco . . .”“Stop,” I said. “Just stop.”“The Golden Gate Bridge,” persisted the Time Traveler. “The Guggenheim in Bilbao. The New Reichstag in Berlin. Albert Hall. Saint Paul’s Cathedral . . .”“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted. “All these places can’t disappear in the rest of this century, your goddamned Century War or not! I don’t believe it.”“I didn’t say in the rest of your century,” said the Time Traveler, his torn voice almost a whisper now. “I’m talking about your next fifteen years. And I’ve barely begun.”“You’re nuts,” I said. “You’re not from the future. You escaped from some asylum.”The Time Traveler nodded. “That’s more true than you know,” he said. “I come from a place and time where your grandchildren and hundreds of millions of other dhimmi are compelled to write ‘pbuh’ after the Prophet’s name. They wear gold crosses and gold Stars of David sewn onto their clothing. The Nazis didn’t invent the wearing of the Star of David . . . the marking and setting apart of the Jews in society. Muslims did that centuries ago in they lands they conquered, European and otherwise. They will refine it and update it, not toward the more merciful, in the lands they occupy through the decades ahead of you.”“You’re crazy,” I cried, standing. My hands were balled into fists. “Islam is a religion . . . a religion of peace . . . not our enemy. We can’t be at war with a religion. That’s obscene.”“Have you read the Qur’an and learned your Sunnah?” asked the Time Traveler. “It would behoove you to do so. Dhimmi means ‘protection.’ And your children and grandchildren will be protected . . . like cattle.”“To hell with you,” I said.“Your dhimmi poll tax will be called jizya,” said the Time Traveler. His voice suddenly sounded very weary.“Your land tax for being an infidel, even for fellow People of the Book – Christians and Jews – will be called kharaz. Both of these taxes will be in addition to your mandatory alms – the zakat. The punishment for failure to pay, or for paying late, a punishment meted out by your local qadi, religious judge, is death by stoning or beheading.”I folded my arms and looked away from the Time Traveler.“Under sharia – which will be the universal law of Eurabia,” persisted the Time Traveler, “the value of a dhimmi’s life, the value of your grandchildren, is one half the value of a Muslim’s life. Jews and Christians are worth one-third of a Muslim. Indian Parsees are worth one-fifteenth. In a court of the Eurabian Caliphate or the Global Khalifate, if a Muslim murders a dhimmi, any infidel, he must pay a blood money fine not to exceed one thousand euros. No Muslim will ever be jailed or sentenced to death for the murder of any dhimmi or any number of dhimmis. If the murders were done under the auspices of Universal Compulsive Jihad, which will be sanctioned by sharia as of 2019 Common Era, all blood money fines are waived.”“Go away,” I said. “Go back to wherever you came from.”“I come from here,” said the Time Traveler. “From not so far from here.”“Bullshit,” I said.“Your enemies have gathered and struck and continue to strike and you, the innocents of 2006 and beyond, fight among yourselves, chew and rip at your own bellies, blame your brothers and yourselves and your institutions of the Enlightenment – law, tolerance, science, democracy – even while your enemies grow stronger.”“How are we supposed to know who our enemies are?” I turned and growled at him. “The world is a complex place. Morality is a complex thing.”“Your enemy is he who will give his life to kill you,” said the Time Traveler. “Your enemies are they that wish you and your children and your grandchildren dead and who are willing to sacrifice themselves, or support those fanatics who will sacrifice themselves, to see you and your institutions destroyed. You haven’t figured that out yet – the majority of you fat, sleeping, smug, infinitely stupid Americans and Europeans.”He stood and set the Scotch glass back in its place on my sideboard. “How, we wonder in my time,” he said softly, “can you ignore the better part of a billion people who say aloud that they are willing to kill your children . . . or condone and celebrate the killing of them? And ignore them as they act on what they say? We do not understand you.”I still had not turned to face him, but was looking over my shoulder at him.“The world, as it turns out,” continued the Time Traveler, “is not nearly so complex a place as your liberal and gentle minds sought to make it.”I did not respond.“Thucydides taught us more than twenty-four hundred years ago – counting back from your time – that all men’s behavior is guided by phobos, kerdos, and doxa,” said the Time Traveler. “Fear, self-interest, and honor.”I pretended I did not hear.“Plato saw human behavior as a chariot pulled by precisely those three powerful and headstrong horses, first tugged this way, then pulled that way,” continued the Time Traveler. “Phobos, kerdos, doxa. Fear, self-interest, honor. Which of these guides the chariot of your nation and your allies in Europe and your surprisingly fragile civilization now, O Man of 2006?”I stared at the bookcase instead of the man and willed him gone, wishing him away like a sleepy boy willing away the boogeyman under his bed.“Which combination of those three traits -- phobos, kerdos, doxa -- will save or doom your world?” asked the Time Traveler. “Which might bring you back from this vacation from history – from history’s responsibilities and history’s burdens – that you have all so generously gifted yourselves with? You peaceloving Europeans. You civil-liberties loving Americans? You Athenian invertebrates with your love of your own exalted sensibilities and your willingness to enter into a global war for civilizational survival even while you are too timid, too fearful . . . too decent . . . to match the ruthlessness of your enemies.”I closed my eyes but that did not stop his voice.“At least understand that such decency goes away quickly when you are burying your children and your grandchildren,” rasped the Time Traveler. “Or watching them suffer in slavery. Ruthlessness deferred against totalitarian aggression only makes the later need for ruthlessness more terrible. Thousands of years of history and war should have taught you that. Did you fools learning nothing from living through the charnel house that was the 20th Century?”I’d had enough. I opened my eyes, turned, reached into the top left drawer of my desk, and pulled out the .38 revolver that I had owned for twenty-three years and fired only twice, at firing ranges, shortly after it was given to me as a gift.I aimed it at the Time Traveler. “Get out,” I said.He showed no reaction. “Do you want more than words?” he asked softly. “I will give you more than words. I give you eight million Jews dead in Israel – incinerated – and many more dead Jews in Eurabia and around the world. I give you the continent of Europe cast back more than five hundred years into sad pools of warring civilizations.”“Get out,” I repeated, aiming the revolver higher.“I give you an Asian world in chaos, a Pacific rim ruled by China after the vacuum of America’s withdrawal – this nation’s full resources devoted to fighting, and possibly losing, the Century War – a South America and Mexico lost to corruption and appeasement, a resurgent Russian Empire that has reclaimed its old dominated republics and more, and a Canada split into three hateful nations.”I cocked the pistol. The click sounded very loud in the small room.“We were speaking about ruthlessness,” said the Time Traveler. “If you fail to understand it at first, you learn it quickly enough in a war like the one you are allowing to come. Would you like to hear the litany of Islamic shrines and cities that will blossom in nuclear retaliatory fire in the decades to come?”“Get out,” I said for a final time. “I’m ruthless enough to shoot you, and by God I will if you don’t get out of here.”The Time Traveler nodded. “As you wish. But you should hear two last words, two last names . . .religious judge Ubar ibn al-Khattab and rector-imam Ismail Nawahda of New Al-Azhar University in London, part of the 200,000-man Golden Mosque of the New Islamic Khalifate in Eurabia.”“What are those names to me or me to them?” I asked. My finger was on the trigger of the cocked .38.“These religious officials were on the Islamic Tribunal that sentenced two dhimmis to death by stoning and beheading,” said the Time Traveler. “The dhimmis were your two grandsons, Thomas and Daniel.”“What was . . . will be . . . their crime?” I was able to ask after a long minute. My tongue felt like a strip of rough cotton.“They dated two Muslim women – Thomas while he was in London on business, Daniel while visiting his aging mother, your daughter, in Canada – without first converting to Islam. That part of sharia, Islamic law, is called hudud, and we know quite a bit about it in my time. Your grandsons didn’t know the young women were Muslim since they both were dressed in modern garb - -thus violating their own society’s ironclad rule of Hijab — modesty. The girls, I hear, also died, but those were not sharia sentences. Not hudud. Their brothers and fathers murdered them. Honor killings . . . I think you’ve already heard the phrase by 2006.”If I were to shoot him, I had to do it now. My hand was shaking more fiercely every second.“Of course, the odds against one sharia court in London sentencing both your grandsons to death for crimes committed as far apart as London and Quebec City is too much of a coincidence to believe in,” continued the Time Traveler. “As is the fact that they would both be introduced to Muslim girls, without knowing they were Muslim, and go on a single dinner date with them at the same time, in cities so far apart. And Thomas was married. I know he thought he was having a business dinner with a client.”“What . . .” I began, my arm holding the pistol shaking as if palsied.The Time Traveler laughed a final time. “All of your grandsons’ names were on lists. You wrote something . . . will soon write something . . . that will put your name, and all your descendents’ names, on their list. Including your only surviving grandson.”I opened my mouth but did not speak.“According to their own writings, which we all know well in my day,” continued the Time Traveler, “ ‘Hadith Malik 511:1588 The last statement that Muhammad made was: "O Lord, perish the Jews and Christians. They made churches of the graves of their prophets. There shall be no two faiths in Arabia.’ And there are not. All infidels – Christians, Jews, secularists -- have been executed, converted, or driven out. Israel is cinders. Eurabia and the New Khalifate is growing, absorbing what was left of the old, weak cultures there that once dreamt of a European Union. The Century War is not near over. Two of your three grandsons are now dead. Your remaining grandson still fights, as does one of your surviving granddaughters. Two of your three living granddaughters now live under sharia within the aegis of New Khalifate. They are women of the veil.”I lowered the pistol.“ Enjoy these last days and months and years of your slumber, Grandfather,” said the scarred old man. “Your wake-up call is coming soon.”The Time Traveler said three last words and was gone.I put the pistol away – realizing too late that it had never been loaded – and sat down to write this. I could not. I waited these three months to try again.Oh, Lord, I wish that some person on business from Porlock would wake me from this dream.It was not the horrors of his revelations about my grandchildren that had shaken me the most deeply, shaken me to the core of my core, but rather the the Time Traveler’s last three words. Three words that any Replayer or time traveler visiting here from a century or more from now would react to first and most emotionally – three words I will not share here in this piece nor ever plan to share, at least until everyone on Earth knows them – three words that will keep me awake nights for months and years to come.Three words.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
It makes me want to get a knife and cut their heads off, I hate these bastards, these pigs!
Click here to see it!
None of this was shown on TV by the 'fair and balanced' BBC, I wonder why?
The war in Bosnia was a bloody affair, however we have allowed Islamic propaganda to influence our views of the conflict into a simplistic one of Serb=bad Muslim=victim!
The Serbs have for centuries been oppressed and degraded by Muslim savages. They were overrun and viciously occupied by the Turks for centuries. The Muslim rulers regularly raped Serb women and kidnapped young Serb boys, preferably good looking blonde boys (I wonder what they did that for?) This practice was so destructive and so widespread that Serbs used to purposely scar their boys so that the Turks would not take them!
Kosovo was once the centre of the Serbian Kingdom, it has been systematically Islamisised over centuries and was stepped up a pace during the communist era. In the 1940s 60% of Kosovo was Serb, the Serb's now constitute less then 10% of the population and dropping rapidly.
Very soon Kosovo will be entirely Muslim and what's worse Albanian!
Let me tell you something about the Albanians. I have lived in London a long time, in that time I have met many different races, ethnicities, religious groups etc...The Albanians must be least noble race of people I have ever met, they are liars, conmen, pimps, drug dealers, white slave traders. Their word means nothing, they are full of deceit and darkness.
I honestly don't know why a whole race is such scum! However I know they are out of bitter experience. I used to fanatically believe that everyone was basically decent, that we are all just the same underneath. I have learnt that that is not the truth, we are different, race matters, ethnicity matters, culture matters.
It took me years to admit the truth to myself, but when everyone of a certain background display similarities and similar personality traits you just gotta call a spade a spade and so I called the Albanians what they are, SCUM.
I now understand why the Serbs wanted to expel the Kosovan Albanians from that ancient part of the Serb Kingdom, it's for the simple reason that the Albanians are scum!
So don't judge the Serb's to harshly, they were just doing what we in Western Europe will have to do in the next few decades. It's easy to condemn a race for trying to protect themselves when we are safe and cozy in our nice towns, it's easy to be morally superior and say "oh how awful those nasty Serb's are to kill Muslims' when we are blind to the growing Islamic threat within our own borders.
We prevented the Serbs from securing their nation from the Islamic threat and have condemned Serbia to the worst of all worlds, they are especially hated by Muslims for what they did in the early to late 90s, they have lost most of the territory they gained in the war, been made a pariah state by so called Christian nations and impoverished for the foreseeable future.
Also we have fucked ourselves, our tacit support for the Muslims has led to a UN protected Islamic state in the heart of Europe with an increasingly hard line Islamic faith. Hezbollah is now training in the Bosnian mountains and Bosnia has become a funnel through which Islamic terrorists have been arriving in Europe! Iran and Saudi Arabia are now Bosnia's closest allies with Arab and Persian oil money pouring into Bosnia setting up madrassahs and terrorist training camps, well done Clinton for bombing those Serbs you did really well!
It will be with bitter irony that the Serbs will laugh and say 'told you so' when we are forced to do much worse to protect ourselves
Monday, April 10, 2006
"British cameraman James Miller was shot dead in Rafah, at the southern tip of the Gaza Strip, on May 2 2003 and his family fears that all the available evidence points to a cold-blooded murder by a member of the Israeli Defence Force. James was walking towards an Israeli armored personnel carrier to ask permission to leave the area. He was shining a torch onto a white flag. His colleague, reporter Saira Shah, was holding a British passport in her hand. The team were calling out that they were British journalists. The evening had become quiet. There was no cross-fire."
Now...I don't know about you, but if I was an Israeli soldier in the Gaza strip, with all these nut jobs around me wanting me dead and some people approach with a flash light on a white cloth and a Muslim looking woman carrying something in her hand. I would shoot!
It is irrelevant whether the night was quiet, in a place like that the quiet is only an interlude.
Now his family, to be expected are upset, they blame the Jews, well I suppose one more family blaming the Jews can't be that big a deal. But no one seems to be suggesting that perhaps it was James Miller's fault!
Why are you in the dark in what amounts to a vast terrorist breeding and training ground?
Why risk your life(as everyone who goes there does)?
By definition, anyone who sympathises with the terrorist Palestinian state most probably hates that Jewish entity. So being shot by an Israeli whilst assisting and furthering the aims of the terrorist state of Palestine, aint that to be expected?
Why, you ask, are the MSM making such a big deal over this guy?
Simple, they loathe Israel and all Jews, they really do, if this had been a western reporter being tortured and beheaded by some mainsteam Islamic group, it would be forgotten as soon as it was over, but because the insidious Jew is involved the MSM ensures that it reports every second of the story, followed of course by hours of documentary special news reports etc
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Ayaan Hirsi Ali, a Dutch MP, wrote the film and is now in hiding. This is powerful stuff!
Yes, April's Ugly of the month goes to Nancy Pelosi, the present House minority leader in the US.
As you can see, she is trully hideous, it looks like she has tried a plastic surgeon and something has gone very wrong. This is the woman from the most socialist American city San Francisco, she is ultimate lefty, showing strong support for appeasment, gay marriage, more state funding of social programmes, affirmative action, limp wristed foreign policy and a penchant for illegal immigrants!
Congratulations to April's Ugly of the month!
"Open letter to Hirshi Ali
In the name of Allah - the beneficent - the Merciful
Peace and Blessings from the head of the Holy Warriors - the laughing killer Mohammed Rasoeloe Allah -(Sala Allaho alahie wa Sallam) his family and his companions who will steadfastly accompany him till on the Day of judgment .
There is no aggression except for aggression against aggressors.
Peace and blessings on those who follow the Leader .
This is an open letter on a fundamentalist unbeliever, Ayaan Hirsi Ali. from the Thaghoet Party VVD.
Dear Mrs Hirshi Ali,
Since your appearance in the Dutch political arena you have been constantly busy criticising Muslims and terrorising Islam with your statements. You are hereby not the first and not the last and also won't be the last to have joined the crusade against Islam.
With your attacks you have not only turned your back on the Truth, but you are also marching along the ranks of the soldiers of evil. You are not putting your hostility towards Islam under chairs and benches and therefore your masters have rewarded you with a seat in parliament.
They have found in you an ally who gives them all the "powder" so that they don't have to dirty their own hands. It appears that you are blinded by your burning unbelief and in your rage you are not able to see that your are just an instrument of the real enemies of Islam.
You are being used by all the enemies of Islam to siphon all kinds of hostilities towards the most noble person (Mohammed Rasoeloe Alla).
Mrs. Hirshi Ali, I don't blame you for all of this, as a soldier of evil you are just doing your work.
The fact that you so openly spill out your evil is not because of you yourself, but the Islamic Ummah. She has as her task to resist injustice and has let evil go on and has been blissfully asleep. All of your hostility towards Islam is therefore the fault of the Islamic Ummah.
This letter is Insha Allah (God willing) an attempt to stop your evil and silence you forever.These writings will Inshallah cause your mask to fall off.
I would first like to begin by your recently launched proposal to screen Muslims regarding their ideology on job applications.
Your proposal is very interesting, even more because the implementation of has brought out the rotten face of your political masters (when of course it was honestly tested on them and they openly make their ideology known).
It is a fact that Dutch politics is dominated by many Jews and is a product of the Talmudic Schools, as is also the case with your colleagues in your political party.
Seeing as that you always propagate "the hand on one's own chest" we would first like to test this proposal on you yourself. The same politics which through it's policies has joined in the terrorism against Islam and Muslims.
I would very much like to put to you the following question:
What do you think about the fact that van Aartsen and their ideological counterparts see non Jews as not being human?
Baba Mezie 114a -114b :Only Jews are people ("Only you are called (the) people") Also see Kerithoth 6b under the sub heading ("Oil of anointing") and Berkath 56a in which Gentile (non Jews) are called women animals ( "female donkeys")
Ybamoth 92a : All Gentile children are animals
What do you think of the fact that the Mayor of Amsterdam is at the helm of and ideologie whereby Jews have to lie to non Jews? Baba Kamma 113a : Jews may use lies ("listen") to mislead gentiles .
What do you think of the fact that you are part of a government that supports a State which pleads for genocide ?
Sofarim 15, line 10 (Minor Tarcctates): This is the saying of Rabbi Simon ben Yohai: Tod shebe goyim herog) ("Even the best gentiles must be killed")
Seeing as that you are a champion of equal rights, you should, (after this knowledge has come to you) plead with your Jewish masters to reject the teachings of the Talmud. You will most likely make it a point to deliver the same plea to the Jewish community in the Netherlands.
Your appearances reveal your lack of courage now and then when you are asking for attention for your struggle. You even had the cowardice to ask Islamic children in school to choose between their creator and the constitution.
You immediately used the answer of these pure young souls to justify the arguments behind your crusade. With these hostilities you have unleashed a boomerang effect and you know that it is only a question of time until this boomerang will seal your fate.
You have the chances now, misses Hirshi Ali, once and for all to carve your own notch in the pages.
There is but one certainty in our entire existence, and that is that everything comes to an end.
A child who comes into this world and fills the universe with his first cries of life, will finally leave this world with a death rattle .
A blade of grass which can stick out of the dark earth and is touched by the sunlight and fed by falling rain , will finally rot into dust and disappear.
Death, Mrs. Hirshi Ali , is a shared theme of everything that exists. You, I and the rest of creation cannot get loose from this truth.
There will come a Day when one soul will not be able to help another soul. A Day of horrible tortures and painful tribulations which will go together with with the terrible cries being pressed out of the lungs of the unjust .Cries. Mrs. Hirshi Ali, which will cause chills to run up someone's spine, and cause the hair on their head to stand straight up. People will appear to be drunk with (with fear) even though they aren't drunk. On that Great Day the atmosphere will be filled with FEAR.
When the sun will be rolled up.
When the stars fall.
And when the mountains will be moved.
And when the beasts of burden will be left behind.
And when the sea will be brought to a boil.
And when all souls will be united.
And when the girl who was buried alive will be questioned.
About every sin for which she was killed.
When the pages will be flung open.
And the sky will be dripping .
And the heavens will be dripping.
An when the Djahim (Hell) will be set aflame.
And when Paradise will be brought closer by.
Then the soul will know what it has performed. (81:1-14)
On that day man will flee from his brother .
And the mother from the father.
And the woman from her children.
And everyone of them on that Day shall have an occupation which is enough for them.
Faces (of the unbelievers) will be covered with dust on that Day.
And they will be ringed in darkness.
These are the sinful unbelievers .(80:34-42)
Of course you as an unbelieving extremist don't believe in the scene which is described above.
For you this is just a fictitious dramatic piece out of a Book like many. And yet, Mrs.Hirsi Ali, I would bet on my life that you will break into a SWEAT OF FEAR when you read this.
You, as unbelieving fundamentalist, of course don't believe in a Higher Power who runs the universe.
You don't believe in your heart, with with you repudiate the truth, that you must knock and ask this Higher Power for permission .
You don't believe that your tongue with with you reject this Higher Power is subservient to his laws.
U don't believe that this Higher Power grants life and Death.
If you really believed in all of this , then you would not find the following challenge a problem.
I challenge you with this letter to proof that you are right : You don't have to do much for that :
Mrs. Hirshi Ali :Wishes Death if you are really convinced that you are right.
If you accept this challenge, you will know that my Master, the Most high, has exposed you as a bearer of lies.
"If you wish death, then you are being truthful". But those who never wish to die, because of what their hands (and sins) have brought forth".
And Allah is the all knowing over the purveyors of lies .(2:94-95).
To prevent myself of having to the same wish coming to me as I wish for you, I shall wish this wish for you:
Mijn Rabb (master) give us death to give us happiness with martyrdom.Allahoemma Amien.
Mrs.Hirshi Ali and the rest of you extremist unbelievers.Islam has withstood many enemies and persecutions throughout History. Whenever pressure was put on Islam is it only a fire which fans the flames of belief. Islam like an extinct plant,which has been formed into a diamond through years of high temperatures and pressure.An extinct plant which was formed over the trials of time into the strongest precious stone on earth. A hard stone upon which will defeat any attempts to break it to pieces.
AYAAN HIRSI ALI YOU WILL BREAK YOURSELF TO PIECES ON ISLAM!
You and your friend know full well that the present day Islamic youth are raw diamonds that need to be polished, so that they can diffuse the light of Truth. Your intellectual terrorism will not prevent this, on the contrary, it will hasten this.
Islam will be victorious through the blood of the martyrs .They will spread it's light in every dark corner of this earth and it will drive evil with the sword if necessary back into it's dark hole.
This struggle which has burst forth is different then those of the past. The unbelieving fundamentalist have started it and Inshallah the true believers will end it.
There will be no mercy shown to the purveyors of injustice, only the sword will be lifted against hem.No discussions, no demonstrations, no petitions: on DEATH will separate the Truth from the Lies.
Verse: Be warned that the death that you are trying to prevent will surely find you, afterwards you will be taken back to the All Knowing and He will tell you what you attempted to do". (62:8).
And as a great Prophet once said :
"And I surely know that you, O Pharoah, will be destoyed". (17:102).
So will we use the same names and send this out ahead of us, so that the heavens and the stars will receive this news and this will be spread as a tidal wave throughout all the corners of the universe.
"I surely know that you, O America, will be destroyed ".
"I surely know that you O Europe, will be destroyed"
"I surely know that you O Holland will be destroyed"
"I surely know that you, O Hirshi Ali will be destroyed"
"I surely know that you, O unbelieving fundamentalists, will be destroyed "
Hasboena Allah wa nizma alwakeel.
Nizma al al Mawla wa Nizma an Naseer.
Saifu Deen alMuwahhied"
It was his armies that invaded and subjugated the Roman and Christian provinces of Syria, Palestine, Egypt, Tripoli, Africa and in the fullness of time Anatolia, Greece, the Balkans, Spain and the plains of Hungary.
The Crusades were a defence against Islamic aggression and oppression. It says something for the socialists among us that they have convinced large swathes of us that we were the aggressors!
For many centuries Islam was no longer a serious threat to the West, although some interesting research has recently been done highlighting the major Islamic involvement in the Indian Mutiny 1857-1858 in which many defenceless white people were viciously slaughtered! There is also the Barbary pirates who enslaved millions of Europeans in truly awful conditions in the north African pirate states, of which little is taught in our schools of universities! I wonder why?
What we now face in the modern world is a new Islamic expansion, midwifed by our own traitors: the socialists who would fight against us in any upcoming conflict with the Muslims and who have proved their treason by their attitude toward Israel, President Bush, Iraq and now Iran.
In 2004 when Theo Van Gogh was brutally murdered in public view on an Amsterdam street, it shocked the Netherlands and much of the West, however the socialists among us have purposely forgot that day and it's import.
(above: Theo Van Gogh)
Theo Van Gogh was a socialist in many ways, I am sure we would have disagreed about many things, however we would have agreed on one very important thing; the threat Islam poses to the West and our freedoms!
His murder showed that we can't negotiate with these people even if we wanted to, to put it bluntly they are evil and only want our submission, nothing else will do. Socialist in their usual treasonous way would be happy to oblige!
Above is a picture from that controversial film of Theo's Submission, bellow are the links:
Submission: Part 1
Submission: Part 2
Submission: Part 3
Submission: Part 4
Now, this film is about 10 minutes long, it questions Islamic treatment of women. Having listened to the MSM talking about the film, I was convinced that the film had a naked woman telling us how evil Islam was. She was not naked, she wore a veil, some of it was see-through but it was in no way sexual or lewd! One wonders why the MSM seemed so eager to justify Van Gogh's brutal murder!
Above: Theo Van Gogh's body, just after his death at the hands of a Muslim. One question: why did these other people just allow this? Could it be something to do with that robber of morality 'the welfare state' and the dependency it forces on what were once the noble and free races of Europe?
Above: Ayaan Hirsi Ali. She co=produced the film Submission with Van Gogh and she has been a consistent critic of Islam. The Muslim who repeatedly shot and stabbed Van Gogh before slitting his throat attached a note to his chest by means of a knife. The letter was a rant against the West and Hirsi Ali. Fearing for her life the Dutch government flew her to an American military air base in Maine were she hid out for a few weeks. She is now in hiding, only coming out in public to attend meetings and Parliament!
Ayaan Hirsi Ali is someone I have enormous respect for. She has risked her life and continues to do so every day by speaking out against Islam. If you can send her an email to encourage her, go to her blog which I have a link to.
Theo Van Gogh has paid the ultimate price, let us remember him, his courage and the meaning of his death. For his death is a siren that we should all heed!
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Well not too bad, but the woman above is cruisin for a bruisin(brought on by a good stoning!) Note: the poor defenceless Muslim man is being tempted by a whore!
The whore above used to be a good Muslim woman, unfortunately Western influence has confused her and she is now a $10 hooker!
The woman above is a prime example of true woman-hood, although all woman tend towards being complete sluts, at least this one is trying her best for Allah's sake!!
Again, the woman above is trying her best not to be a wanton slut!
Well the woman above is dressed right, but she has a brat next to her, indicating she may have given into her lusts( as women are wont to do!)She may need a good stoning to cleanse her of her sin!
Above: A good example of how women should dress, and note, that she is in an enclosed garden! She is'nt showing off her wares in public( as weak willed women are notorious for doing, bunch of whores!)
The pic above shows how the Statue of Liberty should look, the present Statue is a provocation to good Muslim men to rape!
Oh my Allah! Look this is a slut, a whore, a $10 hooker, see this is what women become if we don't beat them on a regular basis!
Friday, April 07, 2006
Newsnight Review is the artsy farty part of the news programme. I usually don't watch it because it's boring.
Picture the scene, 4 snobbish anti-American anti-Jewish hoity toity amoral socialists sat around blabbing on about a new film about 'Palestinian' suicide bombers.
One of the group says 'It was a moving film, imagine GIVING your life for something"
Another says "Politicians want us to beleive that these people are evil, we must admit that they are human and reacting to a situation"
Another says, "this film is a landmark film, it shows the plight of a people under occupation"
Yet another says "And it impressed me that suicide bombing is a very personal thing, it's not about politics or religion, it's about revenge for injustices against their families"
I had to turn over at this point, this was too much!
The BBC hates Jews and sympathises with suicide bombings, that is fact. In the propaganda which flows from the BBC there is a dogma:
Capitalism and business=bad
socialism and government programmes=good
And I am forced by law to pay the BBC 120 pounds every year under threat of imprisonment!
Yes, this month's winner of Western Defence's Pratt of the Month is the leader of Her Majesty's loyal opposition in the UK David Cameron.
As you can see from the picture above, he even looks like a pratt!
This is the guy who instead of wanting to lead a conservative political party, wants to be 'hip' and 'cool' and 'with it'.
It makes me want to vomit when politicians do that, HELLO I don't want my leader to be some fucking drama queen in the vain of the characters of the OC, I want a leader!!!!
what's this obsession with 'youthful' leaders?
I like my leaders to be old and mature and wise and to have grown up kids, not to be 38 fucking years old like our Pratt of the Month!
How am I supposed to respect these 'youthful' leaders when they are only a few years older then me?
I have nothing but contempt for these arse holes who lecture me and there only a couple of years older then me.
If an august looking 70 year old man smoking a pipe were to lecture me in the same way, I would be fine with it. Its natural, the young look up to the old and seek their input, wisdom and leadership.
I suppose that being led by children is a sign of how degraded this society is becoming!
Tony Blair has failed as Prime Minister!
He has over seen the greatest expansion of the welfare state since the late 1940s, taxes have risen continuously to pay for this great wasteful expansion and economic growth has come to a halt!
Many people thought and wrote that Blair was different from all the previous Labour leaders and that he was not a socialist! I for one never believed that, and told anyone who would listen that Blair was dangerous! However no one would listen to me and Blair won a landslide in the 1997 election.
At first he worked slowly, bringing devolution to Scotland and Wales, appeased the IRA and stealthily raised some indirect taxes. No one noticed or cared, the world economy boomed and Britain followed on its coat tails.
Blair has committed constitutional vandalism of a criminal variety, he has left the UK in a mess.
Scotland has a Parliament with tax raising powers, but to keep Labour in power, the government bung billions of pounds in Scotland's direction so they never have to raise tax.
Wales has an Assembly with no tax raising power and very little law making power.
England has no Parliament of it's own, regional boards stuffed with Labour supporters who make decisions about their areas with no regard to what the locals think!
Northern Ireland has been given over to terrorists to keep them quiet!
Jack Straw the Foreign Secretary very nearly betrayed the loyal people of Gibraltar by handing them over to Spain, something none of them wanted.
Blair has continued to hand sovereign power over to that socialist orginisation the European Union, without any form of plebiscite to determine whether the people support this.
Blair and his incompetent ministers have allowed millions of illegal immigrants into the UK, many of them Muslim, nothing has been done about it. These illegal immigrants then receive free housing, free money, free health, free education, etc...
Blair's apparent successor is not too hot either. Gordon Brown has been instrumental in the 'redistribution' of wealth we have seen over the last 9 years. We now pay more in tax then the Germans, can you believe that!
Margaret Thatcher spent a decade fixing this country and now in less then decade Brown and Blair have fucked it up AGAIN!
The ONLY thing which saves Blair in my estimation is his courageous stand with the United States and President Bush after 9/11, and his support for and participation in the liberations of Afghanistan and Iraq.
But Blair does not have much time left, he foolishly told a reporter before the last election that that would be his last campaign and that he would resign before the next election which must be held by summer 2010.
That was suicide, in a Parliamentary system, the Prime Minister must have the confidence of the House of Commons, if he looses it, he loses power. Blair is rapidly losing the confidence of the House and must leave soon or rescind on his promise to go and purge his party, but if he did that he would most likely be toppled anyway by the ministers who have been building their own power bases in readiness for Blair's departure.
The truth is that Blair has acheived very little as PM, except for higher taxes, constitutional uncertainty and the mess that is now modern Britain. He wasted what was probably the best chance and possibly last chance to rescue Britain from the moral and racial malaise it has been sinking into for the past 50 years and in focusing instead on wrecking the economy, he has left Britain doubly unprepared for the comming century!
Time to say good bye and good riddance!