Shite mohammedan kiddy killer parade

Yesterday's vermin release 'deal' between Israel and mo's bollocks left me in such a state of rage that I was unable to post on the sordid matter. That is, although I'm (hopefully) an adept of linguistic violence, it was the case yesterday that I wanted to dish out some real violence on anything that remotely resembled that fat,'tashed piece of arab trash, samir the kunt (to be honest, any bog standard piece of white dhimmi trash would have done the trick). Thankfully, I had the outlet of the usual Wednesday class with a particularly athletic and inspiring instructor to let off some steam. And, as always, I was reminded of the truth of the truism that 'revenge is a dish best served cold', and that controlled violence is more effective violence, as I tempered my aggression so as not to lose technique and accuracy.

So, dear readers, I'd like to suggest that when 'our' very own specimen of appeasing bearded vermin, the contemptible arch-dhimmi williams, prostrates itself before the mohammedan, we should recall yesterday's illuminating spectacle of shite mohammedans, and the 'leaders' of the country they parasite on, indulging in their kuntar-mania parade, like so many non-entities cheering on their favourite non-entity as it is released from the big brother primate house, as their highly fuckable (and head bashable) little girls posed with the heroic arab hunk's posters (undoubtedly leaving the hunk in the quandary of whether to fuck them or kill them)



and when that arab garbage and mohammedan shite proclaims that the kiddy killing kunt is

the conscience of Lebanon, Palestine and the Arab nation

remember that. For we should know what our enemies are, without the distortion and lies fed to us by 'our' political elites.

Remember too these accurate words, posted on LGF, by 'American Jewess in Jerusalem' regarding what the future holds for the kunt

He will marry a few ugly Arab wives and spawn a few dozen terrorists.

I am not sure if everyone here is aware, but he was 16 at the time of the murders, and while in prison, he was allowed to marry an Arab woman, have conjugal visits with her, and he ALREADY has a passel of spawns, compliments of the Israel morons. The spawns receive a stipend from the Israeli government as "children of a prisoner."

Does that sound kind of familiar, dear readers?

Remember all this, but remember too that revenge is indeed best served cold, and hope that the kunt gets what it so richly deserves, and hope too that those who prostate themselves before the mohammedan over here, get what they so richly deserve...

Idiot wind, blowing from Tayside to Israel

I have to say when I first read this article, in Sunday's Times, reporting that police dogs are to be issued with 'bootees', to be worn when sniffing the homes of you know who, I ignored it because I thought it was too fucking ridiculous to be true. Looking at it again today, I see that it mentions 'guidelines being drawn up' by the Association of Chief Police Officers to cover occassions when the homes of you know who are to be searched for drugs and/or explosives (those celebrated and enriching manifestations of cultural diversity). As far as I can tell, these guidelines are not currently in force. However, regardless of the comedic aspect of this report, it is quite infuriating for anyone with view of human behaviour that is unclouded by political correctness. That is, if it is indeed the case that

Where Muslims object, officers will be obliged to use sniffer dogs only in exceptional cases.

I forecast that investigations into cases that are not deemed 'exceptional' will be hamstrung by the refusals of doggy averse submissive criminals to have the plod's fidos sniffing out their well concealed stash of mind altering/body maiming contraband. Perhaps court orders will have to be drawn up, or consultations made with human rights groups, before the plod can unleash the booteed canines into the home of the objecting submissive, thereby providing the enterprising criminal with time to dispose of the evidence.

Another infuriating aspect of the report is the comment made by Ibrahim Mogra, 'one of Britain's leading imans', challenging the need for the doggy bootee guideline

If security measures require to send a dog into a house, then it has to be done. I think Acpo needs to consult better and more widely. “I know in the Muslim community there is a hang-up against dogs, but this is cultural. Also, we know the British like dogs; we Muslims should do our bit to change our attitudes.”

An attitude that is all well and good, of course. But, it has to be said, these guidelines seem to be indeed seem to be 'necessary', due to the fact that, for instance, a submissive councillor from Dundee, Mo' Asif, felt it to be his duty to mention the thorny issue of 'causing offence' in relation to a highly insensitive poster campaign, shamefully instigated by Tayside Police, that featured the image of a puppy in a policeman's helmet. Naturally enough (readers will certainly be pleased to know)

Tayside Police has since apologised for failing to run the seemingly innocuous ad by their diversity advisers

And maybe those diversity advisers, lucratively riding the post-colonial guilt pimp gravy train, have ordered some more diversity training for their colleagues?

Whatever, that's all on that particular dog's dinner of a story for now.

Turning to another infuriating matter, and one that if it contains any comedic value, is surely of the bitterest, blackest variety, that concerns that exemplary specimen of 'palestinian' manhood, the drug abusing and girlfriend beating hussam dwayat, who recently gained his fifteen minutes of fame following his erratic bulldozer driving on Jerusalem's streets.

The excellent Tundra Tabloids reports that the erratic tractor boy didn't really hate Jews after all because he fucked (and fucked up) a Jewish girl, known only as 'S', who seems to have received more than enough liberal appeasement training that is good for her, considering her comment

"He would really hit me hard, but I still loved him. I was willing to convert to Islam for him,"

All of which reminds me of the unpalatable truth that abused dogs (and therefore bitches) will cower and fawn at the hands of their abusers.

The Tabloids note that

The Israeli woman's defense of her former boyfriend, is comparable to how the Israeli hard Left defends the Palestinians in spite of the terrorism they perpetrate upon Israelis. It's a very familiar case of acute Stockholm syndrome on the national level.

Well, it seems to me that Stockholm Syndrome blows like an idiot wind (with apologies to Bob Dylan) through the mouths of all those who would cower and fawn at those who despise and would abuse them.

On passivity

Perusing today's Telegraph, my attention was drawn to a feature concerning the belated discovery of an 'Auschwitz Album' by Washington's Holocaust Memorial Museum. The article details the historical detective work involved in identifying the SS officers depicted, mostly in informal settings, in the album's photographs, and also mentions the supposed discordance between the seemingly relaxed and pleasurable off-duty life of the SS officers and their 'helpers', as shown in the album, and the sordid reality that came about in their pursuit of a national socialist European superstate. That is, the 'banality of evil' phenomena discussed by Hannah Arendt. So, what we see is a collection of photographs of banal little men, and banal little functionaries, going about their banal little lives as they played their bit parts in a grandiose project of human perfection

Both Hitler and Stalin discovered in the camps the means to realize their belief in total power, a belief that meant not only that "everything is permitted" but implied the far more radical proposition that "everything is possible." The camps were designed as "laboratories" in which "experiments" were conducted to test that proposition, and what those experiments demonstrated was that "the omnipotence of man" is bought at the price "of the superfluity of men."

Exploring further through the museum's photographic archives, another 'Auschwitz Album', the Lili Jacob album (deposited at the Yad Vashem) documents the reality of defeat, of passively awaiting what is to come. With the knowledge of history, it is difficult to view the Jacob album, with its record of the Auschwitz ramp selection procedure, and the passive faces and defeated body language of the national socialist Utopia's passed over. After all, the viewer knows what they, the newly arrived and yet to be sorted, do not know; that their enemies were prepared to take any steps necessary to be rid of them. With that in mind, the viewer may wonder, would those passive, defeated Jews have behaved differently if they knew the magical fate the horoscope consulting fantasists had in store for them? Would they, if they had had the means, dished out a 'disproportionate response' to protect themselves? Would they have realised, that when the shit hits the fan, the instinct to survive overrides notions of 'morality'?

Arendt claimed

that fewer than six million Jews would have died if the Jewish councils had not collaborated to various degrees with Nazis like Eichmann. Even anarchy and noncooperation would have been better, she stated, than the effort to act as though the occupiers were traditional anti-Semites who might somehow be bribed or appeased.

thereby laying part of the blame for the Holocaust at the lairs of the 'Judenrats'.

Such matters are, of course, pertinent today, in fact that is the reason I'm discussing them. For instance, the nuclear weapon seeking, mohammedan death cultists in iran continue to feed themselves a diet of propaganda that the banal little geek Goebbels would have been proud of producing and the 'progressive' instinct is to appease.

Just as the 'progressive' instinct is to offer no physical resistance to any knife wielding shite, the bastard children of social and economic liberalism, that pollute the streets of Londonistan, and elsewhere. Recent commentaries by Jenny McCartney
and Rod Little add some background to 'progressive' thinking on matters relating to knife crime and criminality in general.

It is my contention that the failure of the 'progressive' agenda is its denial of 'original sin', or its delusion that the human primates' flaws can be fixed with good intentions. Perhaps, I surmise, as a means to deny the progressives' very own repressed inappropriate instincts.

As a reductionist Darwinist, and therefore, ironically enough, what could be described as a godless neo-Calvinist (ok, I've made that up, but it fits), I have no trouble at all getting in touch with my very own animal within. That is, I'm only too aware of my own capacity for aggression and I can read that capacity in my fellow creatures. When push comes to shove, I couldn't give a fuck about cheek turning and respecting the rights of others. Ironically enough, on the few occasions when I've been prepared to 'go nuclear', to use disproportionate force, my would be aggressors have backed down, because, instinctively, they could read the nurtured violence manifested by my 'body language'.

As an example, a few years ago, when I was a mature student at a nearby university, I was having a conversation outside of a fast food outlet with a younger student. That younger student fitted the stereotype of the weedy intellectual and the drunken young primates who were also outside the food hole instinctively picked up on that. Naturally, he was a target for some social hierarchy display. One of them approached him, making some muddled comment about 'having change'. I stepped in front of the street scum, blocking access to the student, but also positioning myself in an optional position to launch some shock and awe (the reptilian part of my brain was deciding upon whether to employ a Muay Thai knee blow to the liver, or an elbow strike to the temple). I barely glanced at the posturing primate and carried on the conversation. The student, sensing that I was unafraid, did not display any appeasement behaviour because he 'knew', on an animal level, that I could deal with the situation. The drunken young ape also realised that he was out of his depth but, not wanting to lose face with his fellow creatures, continued to stand near me. One of his friends intervened and led him away, excusing the youth, and displaying the necessary appeasement behaviour, with an explanation that the would be aggressor was drunk. In acknowledgement I said 'alright mate', in full regional accent, just to remind them that I wasn't a 'southern ponce' (the other student's accent betrayed his roots). That was it, nothing happened. And nothing happened because I was prepared, ruthlessly, for something to happen; something that the young primate would never have forgotten. However, because I knew that I was alpha male in that situation, and because I knew I had nothing to prove, I let the youth walk away unscathed.

The progressives, with their notions of innate human goodness and pliability, would, no doubt, balk at such a reductionist view of human interaction as the one I have described. But, I imagine, in horror, that the railway station's passively waiting, who had surrendered to the mercy of those who had dreams of a 'better world', may have been better served if their leaders had cast aside deluded notions of appeasement and wreaked havoc upon their enemies, whatever the cost.

Capitulating to the noble savages, yet again

The emerging news from Israel, concerning the release of various (dead, and, unfortunately, alive) specimens of vermin, in exchange for what is assumed to be the bodies of two Israeli soldiers, turned my thoughts to the sordid subject of capitulation. That being said, the details concerning this pact with the Hezbo scum are rather patchy at the moment, but the Israelis seem to be driven by a religiously driven desire to retrieve the bodies of the two men, a desire, I imagine, that is shared by the Israeli general public. However, the Israelis will be forced to swallow a very bitter pill indeed if one particularly unsavoury specimen of vermin cunt, samir kuntar, is released, alive, to be undoubtedly feted by the Hezbo scum in Lebanon as a returning hero (or, perhaps, it'll join a revamped Village People, what with its ever so masculine 'tash and so forth). Savvy readers will note that the appeasing worms at the people’s beeb describe the heroic Lebanese warrior as a controversial figure because of its

role in the deaths of three members of one family

thereby glossing over the fact that manly Arab dispatched an Israeli child with its rifle butt, possibly in exasperation because it didn’t have time to fuck her, who knows. Though, of course, the vermin’s fellow creatures claim that it took no part in the child’s murder (no doubt believing that the wily Jews murdered the girl themselves in order to discredit the oppressed and noble Arab fall guy), and many I’m sure, would argue that anyway, Israeli civilians are legitimate targets. A contention, without being intentionally tendentious, I agree with up to a point, but with the killer caveat that it works both ways Abdul.

Having said that, one of the bitter ironies of this whole sorry business is, I would argue, that the Hezbo scum quickly cry foul when the Israelis launch their overly restrained attacks upon them, and then go on to use their own dead babies as propaganda props for the appeasing liberal parasite media to enthusiastically feed upon.

And I’m sure we all have our traumatic memories of our very own middle class mohammedan appeasers (with their ‘we’re all Hizbo now’ bollocks hanging out), leaving their trail of slime on the streets of Londonistan as they supported their chosen noble savages against the ‘disproportionate response’ meted out by the murderous Yids, no doubt in Pavlovian response to righteous Independent outrage.

Which brings me to the point (eventually) of this particular Sunday afternoon missive, that is, it’s not the militant mohammedans and the annihilating Arabs who we should despise the most, rather, it is their appeasers, sympathisers, and enablers from the post-modern West, with their fantasies of the noble savage and their post colonial guilt, and their post religious faith in ‘humanity’ and social engineering, who are the real enemies of our culture and heritage (however tainted it is).

With the sobering thought that such progressive zealots are holding the reins of the cultural suicide ride we find ourselves on, it is no surprise that august institutions such as The Association of Muslim Police, who, I surmise, guard the 'rights' of their members to opt out of guarding the Israeli embassy, merely have to play the token numbers game to gain influence and favour. Though, of course, it's possible to sarcastically surmise that having a more 'diverse' police force would enable the tackling (that is, blind eye turning) of such enriching and diverse practises as 'honour' murders and forced marriages that mass immigration has graced us with. Furthermore, I'm sure that a more 'diverse' police force would enable further understanding of the masculine mohammedan psyche with its propensity for putting uppitty, westernised bitches in their place, as the exemplary behaviour of the fearless noble savages who

boasted openly of raping Miss Mahmod before garrotting her with a bootlace, cramming her body in a suitcase and burying it in Birmingham.

demonstrates.

So, lets have even more cultural 'understanding' and 'tolerance'. Let us cast aside our prejudices about the masculine mohammedan, with its wounded pride and its 'legitimate' greivances. Let us accomodate and fete him (as Lebanon will fete kuntar), let us roll over and put our arses in the air, and grin and bare our fate.

Losing the war at home as we fight abroad

Recent events concerning the death march into Eurabia have led me to the conclusion that the war against the ruling elites is lost. That is, for all the false hope offered by the little victory in the Irish referendum, it is back to business as usual from our benign guardians in parliament. Some bitter humour is the best response to this state of affairs, and the Amazing Toad has it dead to rights.

The other news events that have grabbed my attention have, of course, concerned the deaths of servicemen, and a servicewoman, sustained during vermin control operations in Afghanistan. I must admit to having an ambivalent attitude to the reporting of such tragic events. That is, it is my opinion that the public exposure of the deceased families’ grief may well undermine the resolve (if there is any) to carry on the dirty work in that mohammedan shit hole. I base this upon my assertion that because we live in a humanistic culture, where individual feelings and emoting rules the roost, a culture that feeds itself on the delusions of eternal conciliation and common humanity, blood and grief is too high a price to pay for anything. From that unpalatable truth follows the unpalatable conclusion that the sensitive public may well demand an end to the unsavoury business in order to avoid further personal upset to themselves and, by default, ‘prove’ the progressives’ pacifistic case. I’m sure that for the modern day liberal conscience, it would be much better to gather a load of popular entertainers with delusions of grandeur to hold a concert in Wembley Stadium (I’m sure the peoples beeb would televise it) in order to resolve the Taliban issue with some pop tones and good intentions, just as Live Aid resolved Africa’s famines. Or maybe the enlightened ones will hope that the good offices of the United Nations will be able to magic up some spells that will satisfy both humanists and their highly regarded sensitivities and stone age goat botherers and their highly regarded predilection for handing out stony lessons in mohammedan propriety to improperly dressed whores.

Not that I’m deluded by the notion that vermin control operations in that far away shit hole are to do with liberating submissive women from their hell on earth, because, as we all know, such matters are to do with the War on Drugs, a war that has become part of the War on Terror. And anyone with a functioning brain knows that the War on Drugs is already lost, regardless of the prohibitive rhetoric that is spouted from on high. After all, palliatives to the terminal boredom and disappointments of life are a constant human need. Ironically enough, as religion (or at least boring old traditional religion, not the shiny new personalised new age shite) is out of fashion, the fill-the-void chemical kick seeking that has followed the collapse of the supernatural delusion, in many cases, is funding the activities of the fundamentalist submissive with its dreams of jihad and caliphate. What a fucking joke.

However, we have the recent assertion from the people’s Gordon that vermin control operations will continue in order to avoid Afghanistan coming to us. Well I reckon it’s a case of too fucking late Gordon, ‘they’ have already come to us. Readers will know of whom, or what, I speak when I say ‘they’. For example, a rather nasty specimen of mohammedan vermin, that fattens itself and its spawn up at the taxpayers’ expense, has recently escaped its extradition to Jordan, aided and abetted by an emetic specimen of appeasement vermin. Such matters beg the question as to why the toxic piece of garbage was allowed into the country in the first place, and the answer, of course, is undoubtedly due to fears for the scum’s ‘human rights’. So, as a rather fetching and intelligent young woman loses her life in a faraway place, fighting an enemy that instinctively realises that we won’t go far enough to beat them, a bloated, ugly, evolutionary mistake parasites itself on a culture it despises, poisoning its host environment and seducing the suicide inclined. Mark Steyn, once again, has it down cold

The Arabization of Islam and the Islamization of Europe provide an ever bigger comfort zone for the bad guys to operate in. Substantial numbers of British Muslims share the same goals as the terrorists: they wish one day to live under Islamic law in the United Kingdom. The Gordon Browns of this world will huff and puff that they'll never give in to the "men of violence", while incrementally making the very same concessions to the men of non-violence

As a culture, we’re swimming in a toilet bowl manufactured in the sweaty corridors of social policy departments and student union bars, dreamt up by bored middle class fantasists who only wanted to be john lennon, who imagined that by laying in bed and smoking dope with some ugly bitch from an exotic culture, the world could live as one. As an aside, Marx may have quipped that ‘religion is the opium of the masses’, and lennon may have imagined ‘no religion’, but I’d like to quip that Marxism and lennonism (and, more importantly, their shiny new derivates) are nothing but the utopiates for the insignificant middle class narcissist. The very same narcissists who would allow us to be flushed away down the drain of history in the name of ‘progress’.

Pretentious popular entertainer watch

Being a child of the ‘60s, I have to confess that I used to take the opinions of popular entertainers (though such highly prized creatures usually see themselves as being ‘artists’ or ‘spokespersons for their generation’ or whatever) seriously. Especially, I’m afraid to say, during that open sewer of a decade, the 1970s, when middle class popular entertainers with delusions of grandeur enlightened the adoring plebs with their ‘concept albums’ and navel gazing into the ‘meaning of life’ and other such lucrative shite.

So, when I was reduced, by terminal boredom, to reading a day old Independent on Sunday (not purchased by me, I hasten to add) during a stint sun worship yesterday, I snorted with derision on seeing a photograph of Massive Attack’s ‘3D’ piously sporting his ‘Free Palestine’ t-shirt (whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean) during an interview. There is a problem for me however in the fact that I really like a great deal of Massive Attack’s music, but when I’m confronted with 3D’s right-on banalities when he discusses his artwork, such as ‘International Jihad’ (for the popular entertainer is also a painter)

depicting European Christian carol-singers. "It's a take on the idea of crusaders. When people talk of any religious crusading, we think automatically of negative images of Islam, almost forgetting the impact of the medieval Crusades waged by much of Christian Europe’’

I’m left pondering the question as to how I can get a hold of Massive’s next cd without paying for it, and thereby saving myself from the grief of feeding the narcissistic little shite’s ego.

More importantly however (and an article in today’s Telegraph, regarding the anti-Israeli ‘hotbed’ that is Britain, puts this in perspective), given the propensity for popular entertainers to pander to the ‘palestinians’, and therefore, by default, to demonise the Israelis, and therefore, by default, to demonise Western democracy (that I’ll happily concede is riddled with its very own hypocrisy and absurdities), and, given the propensity for bored little would be ‘outsiders’ to lap up the ‘enlightening’ goods offered by those popular entertainers, and, by those well known primate learning mechanisms of group think and peer group tyranny, have the ‘correct’ opinions reinforced, what you have is the soundtrack for the march into Eurabia. Or, then again, I try to optimistically imagine, maybe the mass of Massive’s audience just listens to their produce as a backdrop to the usual narcissistic routines of going out and getting stoned (not Sharia stoned, but chemically stoned), and going out to get fucked, you know, the stuff that’s really much more important than the fate of the currently fashionable noble savages and the world changing delusions of some pretentious little prick?

So, with all apologies to Kurt, I’d like to say to 3D, ‘here I am, entertain me’, just don’t fucking expect to ‘enlighten’ me.

Posturing vermin watch

That posturing, diminutive specimen of mohammedan vermin, mahmoud ahmadinejad, has been twitching its whiskers and bearing its little teeth during a trip to Italy it has emerged. Readers will not be surprised to learn that the walking talking advertisement for selective culling has once again directed its threat behaviour towards the apes and pigs (though, we can happily imagine, the heroic little scum would scamper down the nearest available hole, or drain, if its threats were properly responded to).

However, it is heartening to learn that protestors were out on the streets denouncing the vermin’s visitation. Hopefully, the spirit of the great Oriana lives on in that country.

It is apparent that my own response to the vermin’s continued, and unmerited, existence is rather politically incorrect. In fact, it is biological, visceral, and vicious in that I would love to bestow a mercilessly athletic kicking upon it (or skin it to make a lampshade, and then deny that I had done so), but that is just wishful thinking, unfortunately.

Though, perhaps, I may yet see it incinerated by the Zionist oppressors when its mohammedan chemistry set finally reaches critical mass (along with the hordes of Chomsky reading, kaffiyeh wearing, Islamist licking shite that will no doubt volunteer themselves as human shields when the time comes).

Happy thoughts indeed.