Jewish Odysseus: "F@CK HUMAN RIGHTS! TO HELL WITH HUMAN RIGHTS!" A MUSLIM AUTHORITY SPEAKS OUT.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

"F@CK HUMAN RIGHTS! TO HELL WITH HUMAN RIGHTS!" A MUSLIM AUTHORITY SPEAKS OUT.

WARNING: EXTREMELY GRUESOME SCENES BEGINNING AT 5:37.

Don't you wish the Egyptian jihadis would emulate those mellow, modern, and moderate Muslims in Indonesia? Oh, never mind.

This is the way our civilization ends.
This is the way our civilization ends.
This is the way our civilization ends.

Not with a bang, but with a mob of koran-crazed thugs (3:14 on), inspired by an uber-thug mainstream muslim preachah (2:28-3:13), shoving past a pathetic cop (he looks so, how you say, French), torching a building and a car, stealing a motorcycle, and stoning to death the last resisters who got in their way.

Oh, and "smiting on the neck" the corpses of the men they've just murdered. Where have we heard that before?

Oh, and everyone using the glorious western/Israeli scientific technology (cellphone cameras) to record this happy day, so they can run it back over and over, just for the bloodthirsty FUN of it.

This little scene has been re-enacted so similarly so often in so many parts of the world that only a fool would fail to see that it is a time-tested model/template/S.O.P. for jihad to spread through terror. We can only imagine the scenes of say, the Muslim expansion into Zoroastrian Persia, or Hindu India, and this kind of horror multiplied millions of times over the centuries. "Religion of peace," huh? Tell it to the dead naked gentleman getting pummeled with the pole.

They came for the Baha'is, but I wasn't a Baha'i, so I didn't stand up. Then they came for the Ahmadiyyas, but I wasn't an Ahmadiyya, so I didn't stand up. Then they came for the southern Sudanese, but I wasn't a southern Sudanese, so I didn't stand up. Then they came for free-thinking, independent girls, but I wasn't...

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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.