Obsession: Radical Islam’s War Against The West
Posted by ePlus on 14 November, 2006 at 23:47 pmAn eye opening, moving documentary that seperates Muslims and Radical Islamists. This is the Abriged 12 min. version. “This is a film about the global threat of Radical Islam, A violent strain within the Islamic Religion, Most Muslims do not support terror, this is not a film about them…”
And my favorite quote of that little movie is “Houses and young men must be sacrificed. Throats must be slit and skulls must be shattered. This is the path of victory.” And a few popular ones were “Death to America”, “Bomb USA” and “Bomb UK”.
So a bunch of camel-riding, barbarians that have just arrived from the desert with sand in their hair come over in the UK, fresh off a camel’s back and start burning flags, shout “Bomb UK” and that the throats of those who get in their way must be slit. I don’t want to be rude - but GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
You go to a different country and asked to remove your turbin/veil - you do what your told. You come to my house and everyone takes their shoes off, you do the same. I don’t give a shit if your wearing pink socks or that your feet smell, everyone does it and I don’t see why you shouldn’t do the same thing. You don’t like it, fuck off. Simple as that really. It can’t get any simpler.
Pisses me off that sort of attitude. And it’s also the fault of this “democracy” we live in, where everyone should be treated the same and we should all get together and sing ku-humbaia, but if people (mainly foreigners) don’t put any effort into integrating with major nationality of the people where they live in, then that’s their fault if they are treated as outcasts.
You have to meet half way if you don’t want to be left out. You come to a country where the language spoken is different than your language, then you do your damn best to learn that language. After all, you want to live in that country and what to be able to communicate with people to get around. But as soon as you arrive to a country and the first thing you do you go and find the area where your people live in and hang around there and never interact (only rarely) with the host nation, then no wonder you are going to be looked upon as different with your badly spoken language and grammar skills.
So give me a break with this bullshit that foreigners are outcasts and that they are treated differently. Don’t forget that you have to meet the rest of the people half way. You put half the effort to interact and get along with everyone else, and everyone else will meet you half way.
Oh, yes and wait for it “But it’s against Human Rights to be forced to do shit you don’t want to”. Let’s not forget that the UK was one of the first countries to put together the Human Rights legislation in the first place, so basically the UK has shot themselves in the foot, and not only on that occasion, but also with the very lax democracy laws that even a fucking thief can sue you if (s)he gets injured on your property (or this could be put under the Human Rights legislation). So well done on that…
The UK is now under constant threat of being attacked by terrorists with as many as apparently 30 plots that have been discovered already to attack different cities in the UK. The only reason for that that I see is that everyone minds their own business too much. No one gives a shit what their neighbour is doing.
Jim: Oh hey Ahmed how’s it going?
*Ahmed is walking into his house with 10kg sac of fertilizer on his back*
Ahmed: Oh nothing much, just plating some plants. (on his 5ft patch of land!)
And that’s that, Jim won’t give a shit why did his nice neighbour had a 10kg sac of fertilizer for his 5ft patch of land. And that’s the problem here in the UK. No one gives a shit what the other person is doing or is getting up to. But if you take for example Romania, where everyone knows everything about everyone else, then you won’t even get to open the sac of fertilizer that the police will be all over your ass with a gun to your head and then having the shit beaten out of you when you were really meant to be “questioned”.
But… What can you do eh?






