Warm up the Drudge Sirens, patriots! We have some major derp incoming at Bradlee Dean's Clearinghouse For Stupid Shit That Not Even WND Would Publish, in the form of a major exposé of Barack HUSSEIN Obama's family in The Kenya, which did you know is just crawling with Muslims? The piece, by
Ah, but you see, he's a former Muslim, now a rightwing Christian who gets big bucks giving speeches about how terrible Islam is. He also claims to have been a terrorist, though all the evidence suggests that he's full of shit.
Muslims in developing countries, who get big $$$ from Saudi Arabia to build mosques and install preachers who preach ultra-fundamentalist brain-dead Wahhabi versions of Islam?
Applying Mr. Dingbat's logic*, I am not an ex-High Anglican animist but instead a druidic Celt. Which sucks because now I have to go and decorate my house with the heads of my enemies, which will clash with the antique furniture in the family room.
* used with the maximum amount of irony permitted by law
When you drink the kool-aid and become a Christianist, all past sins are forgiven, especially if you hate all the right people. Sort of like being Catholic, but with more guns and malt liquor.
Between Greg Lake's cheese, Peter Sinfield's higher-quality cheese, and Jon Anderson's word salad, you're dead on there. Only decent lyrics in classical 70's prog were Peter Hammill in Van Der Graaf Generator, Richard Palmer-James in King Crimson, and the deliberately nonsensical lyrics in a made-up alien language of Magma.
Ah, but you see, he's a former Muslim, now a rightwing Christian who gets big bucks giving speeches about how terrible Islam is. He also claims to have been a terrorist, though all the evidence suggests that he's full of shit.
Muslims in developing countries, who get big $$$ from Saudi Arabia to build mosques and install preachers who preach ultra-fundamentalist brain-dead Wahhabi versions of Islam?
"Can you believe / God makes you breathe? How did he lose / six million Jews?"
- Emerson Lake and Palmer had some crap lyrics but that probably takes the cake.
Applying Mr. Dingbat's logic*, I am not an ex-High Anglican animist but instead a druidic Celt. Which sucks because now I have to go and decorate my house with the heads of my enemies, which will clash with the antique furniture in the family room.
* used with the maximum amount of irony permitted by law
When you drink the kool-aid and become a Christianist, all past sins are forgiven, especially if you hate all the right people. Sort of like being Catholic, but with more guns and malt liquor.
As it was in the beginning...
Named after?
Is Wahhabi Islam the kind that is really, really spicy?
Ah, Sir Richard. Probably the coolest Victorian EVER.
My intended is a ginger. I've been known to use her skin to set the white balance on my video camera.
Not for three terms, anyway.
No wonder he's never mentioned it.
If "spicy" means "puritan, censorious, judgemental, makes the American Family Association look like pikers", then yes!
Between Greg Lake's cheese, Peter Sinfield's higher-quality cheese, and Jon Anderson's word salad, you're dead on there. Only decent lyrics in classical 70's prog were Peter Hammill in Van Der Graaf Generator, Richard Palmer-James in King Crimson, and the deliberately nonsensical lyrics in a made-up alien language of Magma.
Have you ever seen dwarf mice? They're African, too.....and adorable.
As most American voters would say, "Cool."