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And there was this:
(http://iowahawk.typepad.com/iowahawk/2005/12/im_surrounded_b.html)

Guest Commentary
by Abu Musab Al-Zarqawi
Senior VP, Al-Qaeda In Iraq

What's the fizz, homeslice?
I realize it's been long-time no-blog, but the dung continues to roll downhill here at the B-town office, and the revised budget doesn't cover pooper scoopers. My lovable 'tards keep opening the splodeygram eVites from Team Satan, so let's just say Zarkman's been keepin' it on the downlow.

Man, I swear I could almost tolerate this s**t if all I had to deal with was the infidels and their local Iraqi ho's. Sure, they'll pop a tomahawk cap in your a$$, but you can kinda understand where they're coming from.

Upside, you have that fine virgin coochie waiting for you in Paradise. But nooooo, Zarkman also has to cope with his own "team." Holy prophet, with jihadis like these who needs enemies?

Let me 'shplain it fer ya. Like last month, when a couple of the French recruits knocked on my cubicle while I was filling out the Q3 casualty spreadsheet. "Um, Monsieur Zarqawi, we would like to request a transfer to the Paris office."
Okay, so I'm like looking over at Khalid, trying not to laugh. "mmm, okayyyy, any particular reason?"
"Well, sir, since we are French, and France is hot right now, um, and we know the territory and all, we just, like, thought our jihad org skill development would be, well better in the, uh...Paris..."
"Mmm hmm. And what skills would those be?"
"Well, uh, you know. Car burning, subway Jew beating, things like that. People skills."

S___! I though I was gonna spray some Mecca-Cola through my nose when I saw Khalid behind them, doing that throat-slash thingy with his hook, but I kept it together. "Sure! Sounds like a plan, guys! Umm, why don't you go with Khalid. He'll take you out back and have you fill out the transfer forms." Long story short, they're back in Paris. Torsos, at least.

In fairness I guess you expect that kind of pussified goatcrap from French recruits, even when they're shahids. Weasels or not, at least they have enough sense to try to save their own a$$e$. But man, then there are these crazy flaming Saudi and Yemeni and Syrian aholes. Those guys are so stupid that they're already blowing themselves up before they get their luggage unloaded from the courtesy van. We got a little joke here at the office:
What's the last thing a Saudi says to a Syrian before they met Allah?
"What does this button do?"