[Pakistan denies that the attackers of 26/11 mumbai were Pakistani or that they were muslims, even after one of the captured terrorists (Ajmal Kasab)confessed. They deny even after India was willing to hand over the tapes of their Pakistani handlers to a neutral country, and even after a Pakistani news agency spoke to the captured terrorist's parents in Faridkot, Pakistan.
Isn't this denial, similar to the denial of the holocaust? Isn't this denial similar to the denial that the perpetrators of 9/11 were muslim? Muslims have a talent for making themselves look stupid globaly. We are Stupid!! Inshallah!! Allah hu Akbar!!! burn!! Kill!!! Yalayalaaaaa hu hu hu ]

Muslims are the only community in the world that have conflicts with Hindus(in India), Buddhists (Buddha statues in Afghanistan, and Bali incidents), Christians (since centuries all over the world), Jews (decreed by the prophet, currently in Palestine), Sikhs (In Punjab), Communists (In Xingxhang province of China by Uighurs), Atheists (Draw muhammad day, Van Gogh), Cartoonists, Fashion designers, Internet portals, News agencies, intelligence agencies…whoa…the list is endless. Why is the rest of the world putting up with the Shit called islam?

PS: I don’t know if muslims had problems with eskimos …can anybody cite a reference pls.

An Arsenal of muslims.

A whinge of muslims

A phlegm of muslims

A masturbation of muslims

A dildo of muslims

NeoWolfe

Religion is as religion does, and most of what it does spreads toxic ideas designed to extinguish reason, science and sanity! I don’t know about anyone else, when I read this type of thing I feel myself sinking into a profound sadness….

Maybe it’s just me.

Two Arab mothers are sitting in the cafe strip chatting over a pint of goat’s milk. The older of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts flipping through photos, and they start reminiscing.

“This is my oldest son Mohammed. He’s 24 years old.”

“Yes, I remember him as a baby,” says the other mother cheerfully.

“He’s a martyr now though,” mum confides.

“Oh, so sad dear,” says the other.

“And this is my second son, Kalid. He’s 21.”

“Oh, I remember him,” says the other happily. “He had such curly hair when he was born.”

“He’s a martyr, too,” says mum quietly.

“Oh gracious me …” says the other.

“And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He’s 18,” she whispers.

“Yes,” says the friend enthusiastically. “I remember when he first started school.”

“He’s a martyr also,” says mum, with tears in her eyes.

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and says…

“They blow up so fast, don’t they?”