Here's a pic of the chump.
How melodramatic.
I seriously doubt that the Israelis plan to kill him with an air strike.
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The Mossad will kill him.
ROFLMAO! Sometimes karma can be a real bitch!
I sincerely hope the next bomb falls on him.
Sorry for the repeat (mid east thread)--feel it's appropriate--and if anyone knows how to get it to him, I'll send it to the facist creep.
Mullah
Thick tongued, slivered, spewed forth hate,
Tell his world, she may not say a single thing,
Israel, beautiful Israel, stand not, his fate,
Is to burn her, cast her deep in black, bring,
To other people hot death at once, for all,
Kill them for God tells him, so he claims.
The great lie written as awful, hateful law.
Thick tongued, devil man walking in flames.
Finding evil joy in the ripped, dead child, satisfies the lust,
A short while. Finding peace in the dead woman torn to parts.
Finding celebration in the man pierced, turned back to dust.
Loves the sounds, smell, and sight of crimson flow as it starts.
Take from them every breath and leave them all to rot,
So she may not say a word or look from a thick veil else the rock,
While he returns all that would live as one glorious medieval lot,
Happy and served, his baser needs, his lust fed, his mind a lock.
Shari serves him well to kill, the Quran makes his mind right.
No one can tell him it’s not so for death by sword hangs headily,
For one who asks him things not to ask, question his might,
It’s for him to say who you are, what you are, be quiet, steadily,
Following his will on earth, no other, nothing firm, nothing true,
Mullah swine in city confines, Mullah filth, his hate-filled spew,
The stuff of minds work that wakes one at night with eyes dazed.
Fools they carry his will, stand in front, die for Allah? For him.
On the sand once Israel, a spot of land small, his after she’s razed.
What? For what Mullah, fool? Shouting, anger turns, takes my soul dim,
In hate too. He barks as a dog into the air, swim the glory of a dead child,
While he pleasures in setting things right to his will void of truth, all lies,
And reels and steals every good thing man can know, certain the mild,
Shall burn at his feet, be no more; what’s left eaten, swallowed by flies.
Here's a pic of the chump.
IOW, "Kiss me arse, Bakri."
Damn! I need to move to Britain, change my name to "Mohommad" and screech about the evils of Western Civilization. Seems to be quite a lucrative occupation!