Bravo Pat! Here in the USA what you have stated goes exponentially to our Federal Government (not all, but you know who many of the prime suspects are already), our military, our state and local governments, our schools, and, heaven forfend, our churches. Our peoples have been purposefully dumbed down, our media and institutions corrupted to the point that many of us don’t even recognize them as being American anymore. If one speaks out, one gets hammered. No dialog, just shouting.
Thank you for your efforts and the risks you take to be a voice for our oligarchy’s voiceless.
Several years ago, livid with rage at the cowardice of the Western woman, I wrote an rambling piece called “Braless become Gutless.
It was, in part, a result of watching the furniture giant Ikea, Photoshop women from their catalogs to satisfy the murderous sensibilities of bearded Muslim blowhards and windbags.
The essay, below, contains Canadian references and rambles a bit, it also contains links to the Ikea story. All in all, simply and verbosely, echoes the sentiments of Pat Condell.
Regards, Don Laird
PLEASE CLICK THE LINKS AND LOOK AT THE PICTURES!!!!!
Hello there…….It’s me again………Don Laird
I marvel at the world we live in these days and I marvel at the people who live in it.
It is during times like these that many of the mysteries of human nature and the questions these mysteries raise, questions that plagued me as a child, and to some extent, still do today, are provided with an answer.
I used to wonder how in God’s name people could meekly shuffle off, devoid of fight, to meet their end in crematoria. How mothers could, clutching children, wait for the bullet that would vacate the contents of their skull.
I used to wonder how fathers, husband’s, son’s and brothers could watch as those they professed and promised to love and care for were, like so much cattle, led away to slaughter.
I used to wonder how all the “good people” could stand to the wayside and watch this happen and I wondered of what they would tell themselves in order to ease the guilt and quiet the echo of the screams of those they betrayed.
I used to wonder how, in God’s name, priests and rabbi’s, these Devil’s advocates, could, knowing they were leading their flock into the jaws of Hell itself, preach of tolerance, understanding and cooperation.
I used to wonder how educated men and women, students of history, could stand and watch as before their very eyes, new life was breathed into blood soaked pages from books historical, of lesson’s learned and why, in god’s name, the need to learn those lessons once again.
Perhaps I had too much time on my hands as a child.
In these last twenty years of my life answers to those questions have been provided, simply by watching the world around me, simply by watching those who are so blind, those who will not see.
One of those willfully blind groups are the defenders of all things feminine, the feminists.
As the cancer of Islam slowly chews its way into our lives one of the groups that has utterly failed in its obligations to all women, are the feminists. Their failure can be heard in the thunderous silence that is their objection to the political ideology of Islam. An ideology that seeks to render them invisible, that seeks to close the universities to them, that seeks to award them second class citizenship, that seeks to make them proprietorial charges of their male owners, that seeks to strip them of any vestiges of self determination, that seeks to render them as simply life support systems for vaginas, vaginal life support systems gifted with the powers of speech and a variety of domestic skills.
One need to look no further than the Valley Park Middle School in Toronto, Ontario for evidence of Muhammad’s love of women. Little girls, menstruating, are separated, even further back from their non-menstruating peers in Islamic ritual…..and why? Because they are, according to the poisonous vulgarity of Allah and the madness of Muhammad, untouchable filth. Imagine that, being classified as untouchable filth for something as natural as a heartbeat and not one single whimper from the feminists.
The Shafia women, with throats cut, as they sank to the bottom of a canal in southern Ontario, were brought face to face with the religion of peace. The feminists didn’t even have the decency to lay a wreath at their gravesite. Allah be praised!!!
I could go on and if I did, blood soaked volumes would be filled with the madness of Islam, the weight of which borne by women and children, the weak, the helpless, the defenseless.
Oh what craven wretched cowards are these legions of Muslims who call themselves men, these Muslims who call themselves members of the Human Race. And in that vast legion of cowards are the feminists, the handmaidens to these brutish Muslim malcontents.
I ask you, where was Olivia Chow, the staunch feminist and cuckolded wife to a metrosexual Leftist, when the rotting corpses of the Shafia women, were retrieved from the canal?. No doubt doing as all good, emancipated, socialist feminists are wont to do when confronted with their own hypocrisy; noshing on carrot cake and communist manifesto.
Where was Margaret Trudeau when young Aqsa Parvez was lowered into the ground?……perhaps getting in another orbit or two around Saturn aboard the USS Prozac….in search of her spine……in search of her sanity……in search of her panties.
Where was Margaret’s darling little child Justin, Member of Parliament and Champion of the People, when the Khadr family screamed their seething hatred at Canada and called for all our deaths?……perhaps furiously flagellating, in a state of sexual euphoria at the thought of being called to fill his daddy’s shoes….oh per chance to dream a little Liberal dream.
Where was that gut wrenching, diesel-dyke Libby Davies and her rabid defense and promotion of all things female when little Neha Munir, with her mutilated vagina and useless reproductive organs, finally landed safe in Canada? No doubt too busy setting off the gag-reflex of 33 million Canadians as she, committing crimes against humanity and decency, was borne aloft, partially nude, on a float in a Pride parade somewhere. I won’t even bother to ask about Hedy Fry.
Where was Canadian Member of Parliament Lisa Raitt as revelations were made of the Muslim mother in Montreal, Johra Kaleki, wrapped in the love throes of Islam, as she tried to stab her daughter, Bahar Ebrahimi, to death for misbehaving?
Where were the political enthusiasts Helen Guergis and Ruby Dhalla, now sidelined and licking their wounds, as the knife of “disrespected Muslim husband”, Peer Khairi, worked its way down through the muscle, windpipe, cartilage, veins and arteries of a terrified Randjida Khairi’s neck, Peer’s wife of 30 years? Randjida, nearly decapitated, the mother of the 6 Khairi children, who speaks for her?…….oh Allah be praised!!!
In the last moments of Randjida’s agony, as arterial spray provided her killer refreshment from the murderous labors of an Islamic honor killing…..did she ever imagine that the backs of hundred’s of thousands of the “Liberated” would be turned in answer to her slaughter?…………oh Allah be praised!!!!
These political parasites, these emancipated, modern women clad in haute couture, skilled in the art of political sleight of hand and empty rhetoric, consumed with planning their political comeback, cannot be troubled with the trivialities of attending a gravesite or of attending just one day of Peer Khairi’s trial. Not even 5 minutes to show support, to show solidarity, to look that cowardly bastard directly in the eyes and tell him he is a wretched coward.
And, as I know how many of you reading this are women in attendance as academic’s in universities across Canada, where, in the name of Christ, were all of you during any one of these events? Wait, don’t answer that, staff meetings and professional development junkets in Banff trump the quiet agony of butchered women, your antics might be amusing were you not such pathetic, self serving hypocrites.
To each of you…..to all of you……I say this.
The hard won battles fought by your mothers and grandmothers for the rights you enjoy today are being squandered by your cowardice.
Or was never it about the advancement of women in a civilized society? Was it all just a bloody punchline?, or is it all about you?, and to hell with your daughters, with your granddaughters, are you little more than savvy cowards who know how to pick your fights?
Ahhhhh yes!!!…..the real battlefields of the oppressed Western Woman!!!!….don’t make me bloody laugh!!!…….scampering about Parliament Hill on sunny days, giving old men heart palpitations, burning your undergarments.
Or how about that old money-grabbing knee slapper, that “nudge-nudge, wink-wink” of “Equal Pay For Work Of Equal Value”, oh you little ideological contortionists you!!!. Or peppering the corporate infrastructure with lawsuits and harassment complaints because you find something, absolutely anything, that bruises your delicate feminist suffragette sensibilities in everything from breakfast cereal to long-distance calling plans……..what a lucrative little charade………and then your terrifying legend precedes you as your reputation grows for the indefatigable, hell-on-wheels pursuit of aging paunchy retired corporate executives who deny you entrance to the local “Men’s Golf and Country Club”,
Oh Ladies, how so very, very brave you are!!!!
But come up against an enemy like Islam, come up against the delusional madness of Muslims that seek to turn back the hands of time and draw a smothering cloak of darkness, savagery and barbarity across all that we have built and stand for in North America, come up against Islamic bearded buffoons and blowhards who have no compunction about rearranging your dental work for not remembering your place as women, come up against the love of Muhammad and try and run that little “Equal Pay Equal Work-Value” con game on the administrative wing of an Islamic caliphate and you’ll truly know workplace violence.
In other words, face a malevolent opponent who hates you with every fiber of its being, face an enemy whose resolve is unshakeable, face an enemy who values you as much as they value the excrement of a dog and who, through beguiling, politically correct doubletalk, guilt, harassment, violence, intimidation, threats and lies, seeks to enslave you, in other words face Islam and its murderous, oppressive male disciples and you cut and run, the bra-less become the gut-less.
My, my, my, my, how your great grandmothers and grandmothers must loathe you, I certainly do.
But do not despair as in every dark cloud there is a silver lining; I have good news from the entertainment front Ladies!!!!
In honor of your cowardice Helen Reddy has rewritten your theme song; “I Am Western Woman…Gutless and Groveling, Hear Me No More”……….
No more will we rise in celebration as our daughters, seeking the limits of their talents, in pursuit of academic excellence, seeking enlightenment and fulfillment, seeking the depths of their courage and character, are awarded degrees in medicine, engineering, science, the humanities and law.
No more will we hear our daughters rise in houses of Parliament and Legislatures and speak passionately to the cause of citizens in a free society, to the cause of democracy and human rights, to the cause of the oppressed and to the full inclusion of the weakest amongst us.
No more will we rise in deafening applause as our daughters champion themselves and their countries on the withering fields of athletic endeavor.
No more will we stand, breathless and trembling, knuckles white along bleacher railings, as our daughters, not long from cribs and track and field meets, seeking the limits of Man and the depths of their souls, ride our monstrous creations, thundering and tearing through the atmospheres into the blackness of space, reaching for the stars and, as the poet said, slipping the surly bonds of earth and touching the face of God.
So take a good long look at the IKEA catalogue pictures ladies and see your future and the future of the generations of women to come, hear the ridiculously laughable lies told that have you wrapped, shuffling and humiliated, in sackcloth, revel in your gut wrenching cowardice as “liberated and enlightened Western women”, wrap your heads in scarves in groveling deference and servitude to a vulgar collection of bearded lunatics, pedophiles and mass murderers; Muhammad’s precious little jewels!!
Look at the pixilation and photo-shopping of your faces as you cease to exist save for your vagina and anus, the only two facets of womanhood valued by Muslim men, that, basic domestic skills and the ability to bounce back from a good ass-kicking.
Take a look at the manifestation of those gutter dwelling Saudi’s and their vision of womanhood, as so aptly illustrated by that portly purveyor of Saudi sensibility at the Kamloops Saudi Center, the little poisonous Wahhabi tyrant, Trad Bahabri, as he coughed blood when spying with his little Muslim eye, a photograph of a woman in a niqab holding up a brassiere.
Oh Ladies, oh ladies, oh ladies!!!!!…..your hypocrisy and cowardice know no bounds, slowly the lights of Western civilization and enlightenment are going out one by one, soon the trials, tribulations, the remarkable accomplishments and contributions of Western women will just be a bad joke told in every mosque across the United States and Canada, a triumphant legacy ground into dust ‘neath the bootheel of Islam. Islam, the religion of peace.
In closing my dear sweet ladies….in answer to some of those tedious ponderings I so tediously pondered at the beginning of this rambling screed…….I only have to look to you for my answers………..Sweet Jesus Christ!!!……I need a very large brandy………
Regards, Don Laird
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