Stack em up like cord wood.

Dead ISIS militants lined up in the street as Kurdish soldiers continue their fight to reclaim hometowns around Kobane which lie in ruins after months of bloody battles 

A Kurdish fighter points at ISIS militants laying dead on the ground in the village of Halimce, near the Syrian town of Kobane after they were apparently lined up and shot

A Kurdish fighter points at ISIS militants laying dead on the ground in the village of Halimce, near the Syrian town of Kobane after they were apparently lined up and shot

  • ISIS militants killed as battles continue to rage in villages around Kobane 
  • Comes days after Kurdish forces liberated strategic Syrian border town  

Kurdish fighters have killed dozens of Islamic State militants in recent days as battles continue to rage around the strategic Syrian border town of Kobane.

In one village, a Kurd was today pictured standing over the bodies of Islamic extremists after they were killed in Halimce, a village east of the town.

Around 20 jihadists also died in the hills west of Kobane days after it was recaptured following months of heavy fighting which has left the town in ruins.

Kurdish forces retook the town on January 26 in a symbolic blow to the jihadists who have seized large swathes of territory in their onslaught across Syria and Iraq.

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  1. Ah, the old “militants”. Can count on AFP to do a snow job on the Islam.

  2. Hello there……its me again…..Don Laird

    Back in May of 2011, before the Islamic State meatgrinder began its slow and murderous journey into Iraq and across the MIddle East, after the president of Huron University College (University of Western Ontario) Dr. Trish Fulton, accepted millions of dollars from the Muslim Brotherhood to fund the creation of an Islamic academic chair (forgive the oxymoron) at the university, I wrote a ramble called; Of Doctorates and Duplicity”

    Here’s a couple of quotes.

    The Muslim Students Association and the Muslim Students Union are both organizations created by The Muslim Brotherhood (MB) and other terrorist affiliated groups that include but are not limited to; the Council for American Islamic Relations (CAIR and its Canadian chapter CAIR-CAN), the North American Islamic Trust (NAIT), the Islamic Society of North America (ISNA) and the terrorist organizations Hamas and Hezbollah.

    The stated goal of the MSA and the MSUnion can be found in the charter of the MB. (The Muslim Brotherhood is the modern worlds first terrorist organization founded in the 1920’s by Hassan Al-Banna and is directly funded by the Saudi government and al-Qaeda).

    The MB’s motto is:

    “Allah is our objective. The Prophet is our leader. The Qu’ran is our law. Jihad is our way. Dying in the way of Allah is our highest hope.”

    The captured 1991 Brotherhood strategic plan (FBI raid and criminal trial) for Canada and the US declares:

    “The process of settlement is a ‘Civilization-Jihadist Process,’ with all the word means. The Ikhwan [MB] must understand that their work in America is kind of a

    Grand Jihad in eliminating and destroying the Western civilization from within and sabotaging its miserable house”. (Thank you Barbara Kay)

    Now, adding new definition to the servitude of Western academia to Islamic demands, comes Dr. Trish Fulton. Dr. Trish Fulton, principal of the Huron University College (University of Western Ontario), herself a nauseating combination of duplicitous dhimmitude and bootlicking, has, in accepting 2 million dollars from the Muslim Brotherhood for the furtherance of “Islamic studies”, pushed Huron University College to the edge of the totalitarian Islamic abyss. How proud they must be of Dr. Fulton in Riyadh. How these Saudi sheiks must chuckle at a woman, the lowest form of life in Islamic eyes, who not only, on command, hiked her skirt and bent over, but forced her employer over as well.

    Well done Dr. Fulton, bravo!!!

    Allow me to wander down the Avenue of Introspect…

    I find quite remarkable the willingness of sneering academia, these lovers of Middle Eastern psychopathy, these enlightened educators of our children, to sit in campus coffee shops engaged in self-important tete’a’tete, wrapped in shemaghs: the preferred couture of terrorists. To wear with pride the fashion affectations of those who whisper a murderous lie into the ears of the lonely, the unloved, the dull witted and the easily impressed… to celebrate those who turn wombs into arms factories…. the same monsters who wrap explosives around children and set them alight in marketplaces…the batterers of women who assure the bruised and bloodied their agony satisfies and maintains the delicate balance of Islamic sensibility…. the very same ones who lurk in doorways watching their handiwork from a distance as, in the twinkling of an eye, in a blinding flash of light, peace and quiet become chaos and death, the slaughtered borne away on rivers of blood…..oh how immersed in culture they must feel, how empowered and enriched, these academics who admire murderers.

    It is easy to be brave when privilege, comfort and ease are your constant companions. How far away from the killing fields the enlightened and educated are, how far away from the stench of burning hair, human skin and fat. How removed they are from the agony of tens of thousands who perish to satisfy political agenda. How tolerant they are to turn a blind eye to mass murder and genocide, how we marvel at the colors their cowardice and complicit delusions weave into the coat of multiculturalism. What diversity they bring to institutions of higher learning with their ignorance of a murderous political ideology that comes wrapped in the robes of religious propriety.

    Were it my choice, the next mass grave of “the cleansed” that was discovered, and only God knows how many of those are waiting to be discovered, I would empty faculty lounges across North America, hand them all shovels, and let them wade through a sea of miserable putrefied flesh. I would let them catalogue little girls whose last moments on this earth were an agony of rape, the same girls who, throats cut, lay rotting beside their mothers. Then let them catalogue the mothers. The mothers whose agony, in being forced to witness the manner of the daughters’ departure, screams horrified volumes. The mothers, in whose ears rang the mocking laughter of their children’s killers as they too suffered rape, torture and murder.

    I would force these professors, so enamored with all things fanatical, to pour the mortal coil of butchered men and boys into bags and buckets….I would let them wretch and choke and vomit as, clinging to their last vestiges of sanity, they begged to be turned away from these places of horror and madness. Then let them return to the quiet sanctuary of democratic Western civilization, let them return to the manicured sprawl upon which sit their hallowed halls of enlightenment and education. Let them return to campus coffee shops where, over fancy cups of coffee, they can tell me to my face of the depth of their new understanding of the words, “tolerance and diversity”.

    Let’s move on…….In closing…

    This is reality; this is the Muslim Students Association, the Muslim Students Union, The Muslim Brotherhood and countless other Muslim groups whose clearly stated goal is a program of genocide that cuts a wide swath across humanity. These are the predators that walk, with impunity, amongst us. Their agenda is not limited to Jews…they hate Jews, Buddhists, Atheists, Hindus, Christians, Catholics, Confucians and non-believers alike. They don’t hold secret meetings, they don’t speak in code or give secret club signs……they write it on signs, publish it on the internet and scream it in our faces…….and we stand, ignorant, indecisive, silent and afraid.

    These are Muslims, members of The Muslim Brotherhood, followers of the “religion of peace” that your sons and daughters attend university with. These are the advocates of mass murder that sit in classrooms patiently waiting for their moment. These are the future camp commandants and Muslim SS.

    On that bright shining day, a day to come too terribly soon, these are the men and women who will stand in front of you and, running their fingers through your children’s hair, will smile and say “choose”….”choose which one of your children lives and which one dies, choose, because our new Islamic policy (Sharia law) dictates that there can only be one infidel child per infidel family and we regret that policy is retroactive, regardless of year of birth……orders from the Caliphate you understand ”…… you can’t speak…..your wife weakens and slumps against you….the child in your arms crushes into you burying her head in your neck….how is it possible to choose between giving life and taking life?….to choose between two of the things that you love more than life itself?…..but you will choose, for not to choose is a death sentence for all…… it is the very cowardice that rendered you silent as Islam eroded your country, your Parliament, your schools, your courts, your churches and your way of life….the same cowardice that brings you to this moment…. tears stream down your face as you push your other child towards them…..he draws back, clutching your pant leg saying “no father”….”please no”…… can’t even look him in the eye as you lie through your teeth ….you hiss ”go with them now, it’ll be alright”……these are the men and women who will lead the child you sentenced to death away to the edge of a pit…..they will whisper soothingly into your child’s ear…..your child will kneel, crying and terrified, softy calling your name……trembling, eyes closed, not wanting to look at the hundreds of children’s bodies in the pit, your child waits……the pistol will be placed at the back of your child’s head and the trigger will be pulled… the body pitches forward a geyser of blood will erupt from your child’s head, a pink mist in the morning sun…..and on this, the blackest day of your life……these men and women will smile……..the will of Allah and Muhammad done.

    (Excerpt….Of Doctorates and Duplicity)

    There are storm clouds on the horizon and they are the very same ones that rolled across Europe 7 short decades ago. This is not 1935 in Germany, but if you do nothing, if we do nothing…..the cattle trains will roll again.

    The choice is yours, it always was, always will be.

    Food for thought, catalyst for action

    Regards, Don Laird
    Dogtown Bastard
    Alberta Canada


    Hello there…..its me again……Don Laird……

    The beauty of Canada…..a few feet of film shot yesterday in British Columbia, a few dudes with a video camera or two standing on a beach and a few freinds dropped by to rub themselves on the beach rocks, like they have done for centuries in places like Robson Bight….


    Regards, Don Laird
    Dogtown Bastard
    Alberta, Canada

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