Overheard at breakfast:"You know, Mohammed, with a piece of lox and an onion, it wouldn't be bad."
These morons just don't get it, do they? Who says they're going to leave? Except in a box?
Let's see, they are being held outdoors and, last I heard, the sun rises in the East. They must have missed that lecture.
Perhaps we should house Johnny Walker over there. Would he qualify as an American? Could we at least send Jesse or Sharpton to break bread (bagels?) with their oppressed brothers?
I don't get this. I thought our position is that these people have "hijacked" the Muslim religion. Therefore, our position must be that they are not "real" Muslims. Therefore, they should be getting pork three times a day.
I really don't get why we are catering to the "Muslim sensibilities" of people who are not Muslims. Unless they ARE Muslims, in which case, I guess our official national position is that Islam is the enemy of America, and we ought to be doing everything we can to discourage its spread in our country and its actions against our people.
But the Muslims can't have it both ways. Are these prisoners Muslims, or not?
"If I am captured I will continue to resist by all means available. I will make every effort to escape and to aid others to escape. I will accept neither parole nor special favors from the enemy."
A little 'quel bete mechant' pimp for all you easily outraged folks.
Our guys probably tune out the "prayers" of the prisoners. What better way to communicate with each other? Let's listen in.
Habada, habada. Okay, before the UN inspectors come, we should all make open sores on our bodies and rub our own filth on ourselves. Hide your excrement so we can all display filthy buckets. Ali, we all know it's gross. Don't be sissy! Soldier coming! Habada, habada, hmmmmm...okay, he's gone.
Hamid, you and Ahmed and those other guys pretend to have malaria. Splash water on your faces to look like sweat. Be sure and have your strangulation cords ready before they take you to infirmary. These compassionate Americans! Wahid, remind your guys to moan and cry when the inspectors come. Eat something disgusting so you can vomit readily. Aziz, let me see your "I'm so sad and sick" face. Good. Everyone, try to look like Aziz. We make the Americans look very bad. Okay, Aziz, stop now. You look silly. Abdullah, Abdullah, Abdullah. What does all this mumbling mean anyhow?
Okay, Fahad, keep smiling at the young guard. He begins to think you are friendly. He holds his weapon more loosely now when he lets you out. Oop! Soldier! Habada, habada, hmmmm! Okay, he's gone. Jamal, you pretend snake came and bit you. Remember to make holes so they bleed. Arm, foot, I don't care! Don't ask me. Hamad, you back up his story. You saw the snake crawl under the mat. It may be there still! Wave arms and look afraid. Yeah, like that! Jamal be sure and shake like seizure. Spit at mouth.
Okay, my turn at latrine. I go now. Hijazi, you continue the meeting. Habada, habada, hmmmm.
(Speaking in broken English) Oh, kindly soldier! Thank you for visit to latrine. I'm so grateful!(Then in his own language) We were just talking about you! (looks over shoulder and winks as others pretend to pray).