Imam-my Dearest
Imam sentenced by a Spanish court for advising men on how to beat up their wives without leaving incriminating marks.
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Imam-my Dearest
Imam sentenced by a Spanish court for advising men on how to beat up their wives without leaving incriminating marks.
(via Instapundit)
"But I was only interpreting passages from Mein Kampf!"
Lena at January 15, 2004 9:13 AM
Hmmm... 15 years in jail which he will never serve since the first sentence under twenty years is not served? I propose stoning him to death with hardcover copies of his own book.
What a weird system! Think of what you could get away with if you could get away with one crime, as long as the sentence is under 20 years.
Patrick at January 15, 2004 2:28 PM
Well pissy missy, i jus finnished goin threw you website.
Hay, why all the religion bashin? Huh. That Imaíam he dun
the rite thing ther missy. REad the WORD, you donít beleive.
You a ben slepin with the devil? I donít know whom got the
worst of that deal!!!!!!! I pray for your soon to be burnin
sole. A woman sposed to be down on her knees all the time.
Scrubbin the flor, a prayin to the sweet LORD, and then
servicing her man. REad the word! Are you stoopid!
I never in my 22 years of preachin have seen anythin like
yer site. I am the pastor of of BIG BILL's BAPTIST BIBLE
BALLERS(wes a bowlin team two) here in iniquitis Los
Angeles(Did you no that Los Angeles means lost angles in
mezcan? no one der) You are the most vile, ridiculous big
heaps of poo poo ever to crawl the face of this sweet earth.
Jeez, writing this email has already taken me over 2 hours,
cause I all ready throed up all over my keybored a half
dozen times, you pieces of diseased filth you!
Never have I seen such liberal, molly coddlin, panderin,
politically correct, gutless, liberal, weak minded, liberal,
disgustin garbage in all my born days. Yous way way two
lenient. Yous nuts! Go Imaíam go!!!!!! How you gonna run the
religion business bein week? Huuh? You goota support all of
us preachers and imaímaams.
Lemme tell ya how its dun. I'm up here in my stage preachin
the word. All the faithful is just lovin it. But theres a
guy not bowin down, not agreein with me. He even doesn't
reech into his pocket when GODS plate, the collection plate
come round. Now what do I do? Tell him, o brother thatís ok.
Oh hell no I don't. Me and bout 4 or 5 of the deacons just
drag him up on stage and give him a good 5 to 6 minutes of a
good old fashioned and biblicaly inspired ass whomping with
some baseballs bats we keep in the linen closet. He's
reachin for his wallet rite away after somethin like that
happens. We save him and he pays the piper. Thats AMERICAN.
But I can here yous argument now. What about the ones that
still won't see the lite? What if after the baseball bats he
still refuses to do his dutee and fall to his knees and
worship me, or a, I guess I meant GOD, yeah GOD? Quite
simpull reelly. I take him out into the back alley, have all
of my deacons go on back inside, start the taped music and
play it reelly loud and then I put a slug into the back of
that sombitchs head. Dun it bout half a dozen times now.
Then I throw the bastard into one of the alley ways
dumpsters cover him with newspapers and wait for the garbage
collectors to come and take away that trash. Sometimes in
the summer I have to stand there in the hot wheather with a
fly swatter just a swattin flies away all day long. But Im
willin to make the sackrifice.
Now heres the point, I done that bastard a big big fayvor. I
sent him straight to the LORD. Did not pass go, did not
collect two hunnerd dollars. Ha Ha. Now thats just what Im
sposed to be a doin. Why let the stinky basturd pollute our
fine streets when hes just a big piece of unsaved scum
anyways? He has no chance to be happy here. So he gets the
.45 caliber express to HEAVEN where GOD can straighten him
out and then fit him with a pair o wings and a golden harp.
So lemme ask you, where you rather be, in the next life with
GOD or back here grovlin round in this sewer pit we call
earth. Huuh!!
The problem with people is simpull, they try to think and
then they get all confused and misguided in the "WORD." The
only life that mattirs is the next one. This one here is
nothin and shouldn't even try to be lived. Throw this life
away I say. Its a waist of time. Once you get right with the
WORD, you've got all of eternity to live and fly around.
I do myself in an go to HEAVEN right now if it weren't for
my devine mission of sending scum to GOD where they receive
life eternal.
And I'll tell ya all something else. Whenever you see
someone not conformin to our word or dressin funny or using
long uppity words watch out! There may be the devil about!
We must all submit and conform with each other like robots.
No individaulity can or should be allowed. I like to think
of my flock as drones. Drones for GOD. All this livin here
and now crap is just that, all crap. Turn yer flock to
zombyfied mindless drones waitin on JUDGMENT DAY an they'll
thank you for it. They wont have to bother bout tryin to
live hear an now.
And that removes that durdy sex temptation two. I cured
myself o that demon few years ago. See I used to get lots of
attention from the ladies and rightly so. Its their dutee to
serve man and then shut the fuck up. Don't believe me? Read
the WORD!!!!!!!! Why do you think women are in the place
they are today? Its all ordained pissy missy! So anyways I
was nailing this one little flock member one day and her
sombitch brothers show up and don't a like what they see.
They take me outside pull my manhood out and then slam it
full force in the door of a 72 Studebaker. I'll never forget
that moment. So now them senoritis is out for me an I see to
it that theys out for everybody else two. Sex can bring joy.
Our job is to make people as joyless as possible so they
keep on comin back to us over an over again. I mean think
about it missy, if people was happy they'd have no use for
us! Remember, the more misery we create, the fatter the
collection plate!
I give yous a few more of my best slogans, and they all sure
fire.
Believe in me,
or on ya we'll pee.(TM)
or
Believe in the word
or you're a big turd(TM)
or
Get down on your knees
or you'll be scratchin fleas(TM)
So there you have it missy. Remember, without us people
would be lost, doomed to living here and now, having to try
to lern how to live with each other. That aint ever gonna
happen. We are the reason the world is in the shape its in
and I musnt never let my weak minded flocks forget that.
Remember theys all children, they don't have the guts to
live on their own. And I pray for yer sole missy. And try to
remember a happy woman is an on her knees woman. REad the
damn WORD!!!!!
Big Bill's Baptist Bible Ballers
171 E. Brotherhood Way
Los Angeles, CA 90069
US of A.
Big Bill's Baptist Bible Ballers at January 15, 2004 5:21 PM
Chris, you're so hardcore. What gets you high? I want some.
Lena at January 15, 2004 11:45 PM