Is that it? That’s the best you can do? Just put it up there, your testosterone-fuelled blood-lust? And how you poison the mind. Eats its own sick, dog. Merry Christmas in Daesh-land.
You murderous clowns are worse than the worst of the Irrational Rangers of Assassination (IRA) and you’re not even drunk. I’ve no pity for you. You’re up there with the Nazis. Good job. The drugs are working.
“The mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped.”
This thing about “infidels” and “apostates”. Are we to languish in our holes and not take issue while the true infidels and apostates act with impunity? It’s sad, really.
Nemo me impuni lacessit. I believe it. You believe it.
A scourge. Vile. Words aren’t adequate to describe a half-wit pounding an ancient statue with a sledge hammer. ‘The vandals took the handles’. Such a concentration of filth. Oh my, but it smells.
“But those that seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth. They shall fall by the sword: they shall be a portion for foxes“.
Yea, it is written. They shall also be a portion for Hellfire missiles arriving at 995 mph. Technology won’t save us. But it doesn’t hurt to put the wind up this scum. Vaporize him who can. Feliz Navidad.
Never has the world seen such a concentration of small penises in grown men. A big part of it has to be sordid, sick sexual frustation. The only way this vermin can get laid is by rape. Joyeux Nöel.