Dismemberment is the raison d'etre of Muslims.
Oh the manufactured outrage over dismembered bodies in Qana. The yearly celebrations of the so-called Qana massacre. The delicious feelings of outrage, the showy funerals, the wailing and ululating by harsh old harpies with black scarves disguising their last small claims to beauty.
Oh the self righteousness of the Muslim masses. The pictures, the bloody horrific pictures. The Muslims pretend to hate the blown up bodies of Lebanese children, but clearly cannot disguise their endless lust for gory, gruesome photographs. Images of death are Muslim pornography, arousing videos of torture and snuff films, the sawing off of heads bringing on the climax. Allah O Akbar! Outrage as foreplay, death and destruction is their sexual outlet. They put this porn all over the net and watch the deaths endlessly to stir their blood lust.
Our Western media outlets only show so-called "sanitized" news, meant to protect the American public from horrific images that make us weep, make us sick to our stomachs, claim the media pundits. So true. Yes, we in America hate to see pics of torn and ragged little bodies. We purposefully avoid it. Aren't we an awful people to not want to look at such horrors.
When Americans execute someone we "put him to sleep." Not so the Muslim world who prefer the slitting of throats and the sawing of necks. Oh how they love the dismemberment process. How they love the chopping off of limbs and heads. How their weapons of choice are the bombs and suicide belts and exploding cars. How up close and personal is their destruction of flesh and bone. The buckets of blood, the scattered bits of tooth and tissue.
Cannibals and head hunters have nothing on Muslims. I remember footage of Sadat's assassination, a man that had been seated next to him holding up his handless arm, jagged white bone protruding through the torn flesh. I remember children's bodies, still in their airplane seats, sitting in a Locherbie sheep farmer's field, the farmer rushing to cover the body with a blanket. No we don't parade our dead children around and thrust them in the world's face.
I have seen people jumping and falling from the twin towers. Piles of barbequed tourists in Bali. Little girls with mutilated genitals. Muslims are the cannibal kings, of the modern world, even the Indians in South America have stopped head hunting, but the Muslims have only just begun. Some have decided to live in caves again. Cave people, like Seany Bean the cannibal in Scotland, whose extended family lived in a cave and ambushed and ate British tourists.
Muslims stand around in front of cameras proudly waving severed, burnt limbs in the air, after pulling bodies apart with their bare hands. They throw hundreds of headless corpses into rivers in Iraq. Stabbing beaten, bloated corpses with sticks in Mogadishu. Smashing Israeli soldiers' heads like pumpkins. Blowing commuters in India and London to bits. Forcing Africans to live in concentration camps in Darfur.The Israelis are sweet little old ladies by comparison.
No, we Americans haven't the stomach for such primetime television fare and I thank God for it. We prefer our violence and our blood to be fake. Yes, our news outlets sanitized 9/11, showing none of the raining bodies and body parts for fear of stirring up collective hatred for Muslims. We have an identity of our own and it is not at the expense of Islam. The opposite is true of the Muslim world, theirs is an endless supply of outrage and collective hatred in response to the smallest perceived slight, while they commit vile atrocities on a daily basis. It is the Muslims only reason for being, their oppostion culture. They have nothing else. Forgive us for thinking that the Muslim world is getting exactly what it wants, more blood sacrifices to fuel their death cult. They will never stop the killing until forced to it.