Israel's Unique way of spoiling paradise for martyrs



www.haaretz.com/israel-news
Imagine your a supposedly successful suicide bomber in Israel. "Ah, my contribution to the destruction against those damned Jews is done" you shout in glee.And there before you are your beautiful 72 virgins, all ready and willing to grant you anything your evil heart desires. You choose one and approach her. She begins to disrobe. You reach out to touch her! All of a sudden someone taps you on the back. You turn and to your horror and see that it is Satan himself in all his malevolent glory with a big smile on his face. "Before you start to enjoy yourself look up, there's something I want you to see" states The Prince of Darkness with a booming laugh". With a sickly feeling of terror (no pun intended)  you look up what do you see? Your family, father, mother, siblings, pet hamster all being dragged from their home. screaming, fighting, pleading but to no avail. Next you hear a rumble and over the hill comes a bulldozer.Within minutes its job is done, your home home is reduced to a pile of rubble all your families belongings destroyed including the makeshift altar put up in your honor. "My family! Oh Allah please!"
"Allah ain't gonna help you down here" comes that booming laugh again. You can't watch any longer. You turn towards your 72 virgins and to add to to your horror they have all changed from young, beautiful woman to exact replicas of Rosie O'Donnell and Michael Moore.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" is the last heard from you.
Israel has a very unique way of spoiling a martyrs the wet dreams of martyrs and other potential martyrs. It finds where they live, throws everyone the Hell out of the home and demolishes it to rubble. And it remains rubble as a testament to the fact that even in death you cannot escape the justice of of God and the Israeli State.Oh, and if anyone is outraged about the displaced family it's too damn bad. They most likely knew about it and for about 3 hours where as proud as can be their family member died a martyr. That is until they see their house in a pile of rubble underneath which lie their clothes, furniture, toilets, TV's and IPhones. Then their pride suddenly turns to anger. And quickly after comes the realization "Oh sh-t, where's there a toilet? I really have to go?". About that time, far in the distance, if they listen real carefully they'll hear a loud piercing cry quickly followed by booming laughter.
'






Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Britain and France To Arm Syrian Rebels

Dominoes Pizzeria Destroyed in 4 Alarm Fire. Ex-wife Devastated

"From the Babe to Hammerin' Hank: Contrasting the Legends of Babe Ruth and Hank Aaron in Baseball History"