*******... two of my friends almost died in terrorist attacks!
. i see a great disasater, not through lack of innovation, but through the perpatuation of squander for what was deemed a gift, but has become a christmas present in the hands of a child that islam has become... if muhammad was alive today? he'd decapitate the entire saudi family... and bring about the compensating reign of *ali... these ******* sand ******* have had their disneyworld of yachts and european ******* for far too long... duma! duma! narodowa duma! pride! pride! national pride! what, a return to a horse and carriage? i don't see a phase of great innovation, even though i'm sure it exists, and it waiting for monetißation... of that i'm sure of, within the framework of keeping "secrets"... what secrets? there are no secrets, there are only skewed lies, and unwritten truths... that's it... it's a pretty simple geometric allowance that gave us a square to fathom... you know that when muhammad was talking about the dajjal he meant it in terms of an arabic confinement, right? when he said the hadith concerning the east, he didn't imply ulaanbaatar - or genghis khan... what's the hub of saudi arabia east of mecca? isn't it riyadh? a bunch of ******* fatsos... diabetic sheiks... amputees in waiting... bonkers logic... no wonder the syrians imploded and turned against themselves... these? these are the people at the crux of a religion? so a syrian baker turned on a syrian car mechanic... any intervention by foreign power? is a heresy of conducting war... no foreign power can be allowed influence into civil former cordiality turned into opposite warring factions! none! the path toward hell is plagued with good intentions... and the west has made a step onto that path...
if the western world populace are dubbed oil junkies, what does that make the arabs? sugar junkies? i guess so, seems the only rational explanation as to why weilding a scimitar they'd sooner cut themselves than chop an "infidels" head off... ******* fastos: lazy *** sand-******* / camel-jockyes; oh sure, come to poland or to russia... we'll show you what we did with the turks, in the 12th september 1683 battle for vienna; bull-*******-whipped-woodolf goin' bananas in his crematorium grave, twistin' 'n' turning, while mao tse-tung fiddled with some egg-friend noodles, and stalin fiddle his moustache into a hipster look: y'ah... well oiled giving it the full curls.