I Have Dropped A Big Fat FATWAH on Tim “Aussie Infidel” BLAIR !!
He has impugned the Prophet (pieces be upon him) AND ARTISTS, calling us a “docile species”. Knowing such coward’s talk is Aussie Pig Latin for “P-WORDS”, I have called upon my friends…
-CAIR News Conference Photo Courtesy of “It Comes in Pints?”
…in all the far lands of Islam (pieces be upon them, too) for support in my outrage at this scurrilous, slurious pigdog.
Our shari’a is the most perfect of the orthodox, merciful shari’as, praise be to God. Our religious scholars said, “That which is absolute in its monotheism (perfection in monotheism), is merciful in its shari’a tenets (ease, simplicity, clarity, practicality, and other characteristics of it). Therefore, unless our military actions are servant to our judicious shari’a policy, and unless our short-term goals and successes are servant to our ultimate goal and highest aims, then they will be akin to exhaustion, strain, and illusion. It will be a bit like the happiness of children over something at the beginning of the day, which wears out by the end of the day and its evening! We ask God for security and safety.*
Oh yeah, heretic Blair. I got yer “docile” right here, big boy.
* Authentic medieval phraseology courtesy of al-Qa`ida
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September 27, 2006 10:38 am
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Wow. That blond chick in the camo gets around.
Child of the ’70s, poor thing.
Did you get that photo from al-Reuters?
Ali bin Ken
In one of my occasional flashes of near-lucidity.
I’ll run home and grab my rifle. Allah ahkbar!!!
“…kilt him akhbar when he was only three…”
“…then loaded up the truck and moved to Galilee…Hekerem, that is. Golan Heights, Fedayeen…”
Fahrd ahr guns, but the muslims kept a-comin’
Warn’t nigh as many as there war a time afore
Fahrd once more, an’ then they took t’ running
Crossin’ the Euphrates to the distant Persian shore
An’ they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles,
And they ran through the cedars where Hezbollah wouldn’t go.
They ran so fast the Israelis couldn’t catch ’em.
Haulin’ a$$ down the river past the walls of Jericho
Look what I started. I can’t take me anywhere.
Ol’ Chirac laughed as he spat into our eyes,
So we pissed upon his beaujolais
An’ invented Freedom Fries.
We drank Brit beer and we gobbled Aussie lamb,
And when the mullah cme to town
We served him honeyed ham
chorus
An’ they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the cedars where Hezbollah wouldn’t go
They ran so fast the Israelis couldn’t catch ’em
Haulin’ a$$ down the river past the walls of Jericho
So I grabbed old Abdul and shook his turbaned head.
Asked him why he’d blow a bomb,
leavin’ all these people dead.
He gaped and stuttered, said Allah told him so
If someone wants an answer “why?”
Shrug ‘n say “El Niño”.
CHORUS
No, you can’t.
Where the camels are millin’
The scumballs we’re killin’
Oops. Wrong Johnny Horton track. Hold on…
Pffft. In the meantime, while we ALL WAIT ON KEN…maestro, the chorus please?
An’ they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the cedars where Hezbollah wouldn’t go.
They ran so fast the Israelis couldn’t catch ’em.
Haulin’ a$$ down the river past the walls of Jericho
Just sit right back an you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fat fatwah
DAMMIT! Who mixed up my CDs?????
Doncha hate that, Ken?
Then poor Ken Summers he tried to make a song,
Kept mixin’ up the fatwah tracks
and got the lyrics wrong.
Ev’rybody tried to get the poor old geezer straight.
Singin’ “Battle of New Orleans”
while mocking Muslim hate.
CHORUS
Back in March 2003 the war had just begun…
Well at least I finally found the right CD. Hang on.
Don’t tick jihadis off
‘cos they’ll have to vent their spleen
An’ their legs ‘n hearts ‘n stomachs too
An’ ev’ry organ in between.
Oh sure I like my pickup truck
And cruising with rednecks
Our ladies like the smell of beer,
Their virgins like Semtex
Ah, here we go.
We fired our machine gun till the barrel melted down
So we grabbed a big ol’ camel and we fought another round
Fed the brute some Ex-Lax and waited for a bit
Then aimed his butt at Fallujah and blew it all to shit
CHORUS
We looked past the sand dunes and we see’d them wearing rags.
And there must have been a hundred of ’em burning up our flags.
They jumped so high and they made the lefties cheer.
We shot em with our M16’s, then went and had a beer.
CHORUS
I’m picturing all of you song writers together with alcohol in abundance, not a pretty site.
(Oh, BRAVO KK!!)
What are you talking about, honey? We’re a lovely site! {:^)
An’ they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the cedars where Hezbollah wouldn’t go.
They ran so fast the Israelis couldn’t catch ’em.
Haulin’ a$$ down the river past the walls of Jericho.
major dad said we could take ’em by surprise
If we didn’t fall for burkha tricks
like coverin’ up their eyes.
Should ever Congress P-WORDS let us
kick ’em in the a$$.
We’ll show Jihadi bombers what it MEANS
to have a BLAST.
CHORUS
You guys rock hard.
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In a cavern, in a canyon
sewing burkhas for his kit.
Sits the leader of al Quaida,
nothing wrong, he’s fighting fit.
He’s the victor, he’s the winner
mighty ruler, wise Caliph.
So how come we never see him
could it be he’s just scared stiff.
Chorus:
Oh, great leader, clever mullah
Pray to allah for such luck,
when you finally get to heaven
let there be one virgin to fuck.
Hahahaha, rampisad! And a warm Swill welcome!