Jewish Odysseus: US MARINES MAKE CHICKEN-FEED OF JIHADI LOSERS

Friday, August 1, 2008

US MARINES MAKE CHICKEN-FEED OF JIHADI LOSERS

And I do mean chicken-feed (check it out at 0.42). And I do mean losers...As in "Reebok and Adidas, Satan's latest kebabs."

You say you're a little down, Bunky? You say that the lamestream media morons set new Olympic records for denial and fantasy in reporting from Iraq? Well, let's just see who is getting fed to the chickens, and who is re-enlisting for combat by the thousands. This:

vs. this:

5 comments:

Anonymous said...: Remind me not to eat any chickens from Iraq!; August 1, 2008 at 6:37:00 PM PDT
Nancy Coppock said...: May G-d have mercy upon their souls. It grieves my heart to know that these men believed in a lie and then died for that lie. The wicked call evil good and good evil. I pray for the wisdom to know the difference. G-d bless our troops and keep them safe and we pray for our enemies that their hearts might be changed.; August 2, 2008 at 5:21:00 AM PDT
Jewish Odysseus said...: Nancy, thank you for your truly-Christian-in-the-best-sense-of-the-word comments. This posting may indeed appear callous to some, but I think we need to be reminded constantly of the depravity and psychotic zeal of our enemies, and the incredible bravery and EFFECTIVENESS of our warriors who are routing these rabid jackals.

I have commented many times that we should have some institution to seek to salvage those jihadis who've been brainwashed their whole lives, so they never really had a chance to learn what is truly good, or evil. If their souls cannot be salvaged, we of course pray for them.; August 2, 2008 at 8:04:00 AM PDT
Jewish Odysseus said...: Thanks for your kind comment, amigo.; November 6, 2009 at 7:02:00 PM PST
Alex Malejewicz said...: :-D Best thing I've seen for a while. You made my day!; February 13, 2014 at 9:22:00 PM PST

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The Odyssey by Homer, Chapter 21:

For long Odysseus stood with the bow in his hands, handling it as a minstrel handles a lyre when he stretches a cord or tightens a peg. Then he bent the great bow; he bent it without an effort, and at his touch the bow-string made a sound that was like the cry of a swallow. The wooers seeing him bend that mighty bow felt, every man of them, a sharp pain at the heart. They saw Odysseus take up an arrow and fit it to the string. He held the notch, and he drew the string, and he shot the bronze-weighted arrow straight through the holes in the back of the axe-heads. Then as Eumæus took up the axes, and brought them outside, he said, ‘Thou seest, lord Telemachus, that thy guest does not shame thee through foolish boasting. I have bent the bow of Odysseus, and I have shot the arrow aright. But now it is time to provide the feast for the lords who woo thy lady mother. While it is yet light, the feast must be served to them, and with the feast they must have music and the dance.’ Saying this he nodded to Telemachus, bending his terrible brows. Telemachus instantly girt his sword upon him and took his spear in his hand. Outside was heard the thunder of Zeus. And now Odysseus had stripped his rags from him and was standing upright, looking a master of men. The mighty bow was in his hands, and at his feet were scattered many bronze-weighted arrows.