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Tuesday, March 08, 2005

My Pain and Suffering

I was just a boy when the infidels came to my village in their black hawk helicopters. The infidels fired at the oil fields and they lit up like the eyes of Allah. Burning oil rained down from the sky and cooked everything it touched. I could only hide myself and cry as my goats were consumed by the fiery black liquid death. In the midst of the chaos I could swear that I could hear my goats screaming for help. As quickly as they had come the infidels were gone. It was on that day I put a jihad on them. And if you don't believe, then you better kill me now. Because I'll put a jihad on you too.


 
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Tuesday, March 08, 2005

My Pain and Suffering

I was just a boy when the infidels came to my village in their black hawk helicopters. The infidels fired at the oil fields and they lit up like the eyes of Allah. Burning oil rained down from the sky and cooked everything it touched. I could only hide myself and cry as my goats were consumed by the fiery black liquid death. In the midst of the chaos I could swear that I could hear my goats screaming for help. As quickly as they had come the infidels were gone. It was on that day I put a jihad on them. And if you don't believe, then you better kill me now. Because I'll put a jihad on you too.