One Year Later, And I Still Haven’t Been Killed
Come on, islam. It’s been a whole YEAR as of tonight and not a single one of you has made even the slightest attempt to kill me. I gave you my home address. I burned your satanic political/pedophilic manifesto and verbally tinkled all over mohamed, the fake pagan moon deity and everyone stupid and/or evil enough to fall for the biggest con in human history. Did I mention that I gave you my HOME ADDRESS? Yeah, I’m still here. Still waiting for you boys to take this “next level”, as the young folks say.
And . . . nothing. Just a couple of death threats from a couple of musloids with family trees that look like the yellow line on I-70 in Western Kansas. Long and straight, that is.
Am I surprised? Not really. Islam is all a con, has only ever been a con, and only ever will be a con. When faced with ONE LITTLE GIRL who marches under the War Standard of Jesus Christ, an entire political cult of 1.2 billion people crumples and folds like a cheap suit. But I’m not done yet. In fact, I’m just getting warmed up. My goal is total and complete victory, as in the complete extermination of the political cult of islam from the face of the earth. This world isn’t big enough for both of us. 1400 years is 1400 years too long. Satan and some child-raping, goat-humping mental defective started it, and BY GOD I’m gonna fight to finish it, one way or another, in this life or the next.
After a year, the only thing I would change is my mis-crediting of the “piss Christ” photograph to Robert Mapplethorpe when it was in fact an Andres Serrano image. Yeah, I wasn’t rock-solid on my late 20th century homoerotic photographers. What’s the matter with me? I know, I know.
Besides that, I have to say that this is aging quite well.
Oh, and Lindsey Graham STILL hasn’t come out of the men’s room. Heh.
Aw, a celebratory graphic from Mr. Rides a Pale Horse. *Sniff*