The BBC reports that the widow of a Pakistani who died recently in a gun-battle with an American diplomat in Lahore killed herself, fearing that the American would go free and never be brought to justice.
Am I supposed to feel sorry for her?
Her husband, Mohammad Faheem, and some other swine-humping heathen, bit the bullet last month when they attempted to whack an American attached to the consulate in that Panjabi dung-heap.
Why do we even have a consulate there? Instead of diplomatic representation in Lahore, we should bomb the city flat. They want us dead, they regularly demonstrate against us, burn our flag, scream venom against us, and swear horrible Paki vengeance for whatever it is that they think we may have done. Lahore, perhaps second to Peshawar, is the scene of anti-American demonstrations more than any other place in the known universe.
It is a cesspool - its inhabitants subhuman, diseased, and vile beyond measure.
Since Ranjit Singh's day, the city has reverted to a barbarism and depravity unknown anywhere else. Shumaila Faheem's husband represented that rabid and unreasoning primitivism as much as anyone. Touching and charming indeed that she loved the man - but he did not deserve to live, and neither did she. There is nothing redeemable about Pakistanis. Whenever I walk past Shalimar on Polk Street, I spit.
Same for every other filthy Paki dabba in San Francisco.
Truly, I can feel NO sympathy with that people, or their society.
Yes, there are exceptions - I can list them by name (there are that few) - but as a group I despise Pakistanis more than Lebanese (dog-humping quislings), Saudis (flea-bitten bigots and pedarasts), Iranians (vile unwashed flatulent sadists), Turks (rapists and brigands), and even Bengalis (cowards, fools, and spreaders of venereal disease).
"The way my husband was shot, his killer should be shot in the same fashion"
------Shumaila Faheem
I consider the average Palestinian human, as much as Moroccans and Egyptians. Don't trust them, but they're my equals. Even the Turks are arguably human.
But there is absolutely no way a Pakistani counts as much. Since Jinnah (rot his shrivelled loathsome soul) kicked the bucket, they have excelled at becoming even more despicable than anyone ever thought possible.
Inbred diseased rat-brained self-gratifying syphilitic cancer-spreading troglodytes.
The clap, yaws, scabies, brain fungus, lice and other bloodsucking pests, and ambulating cultural crotch-rot.
I hope that Raymond Davis goes free. If he doesn't, we should raid the police station where he's held, kill everyone there, and then bomb Lahore to a smoking wasteland.
Bugger, Lahore, bugger Islamabad, bugger the entire Pakistani nation, and bugger their vakil-class leadership.
America zindabad, Pakistan mardabad.
Kol Lahawr-main unt-ki-chowt hai, kol Pakistan haramzadeh.
Pigs, dogs, heretics, and heathens.
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3 comments:
That's a lot of vitriol over one dead widow.
Have you had a pipe yet today?
That's a lot of vitriol over one dead widow.
For one person, yes. For several million of them, maybe not nearly enough.
Have you had a pipe yet today?
Just finished it. Bowlful of Bracken Flake, manufactured by Samuel Gawith. For an indication of the company, this post: http://atthebackofthehill.blogspot.com/2010/07/clean-wholesome-habits-only.html
Bracken Flake is a nice dark flake with a slightly peculiar aroma that burns down to a fine light grey ash, with some gritty particles. Somewhat strong, for many smokers, and consequently not recommended on an empty stomach. Darn good, though. I'm hiccoughing right now.
That whole region is full of disgusting people. Just as much as the Catholic hierarchy.
For similar reasons, whenever I walk by a Catholic Church, I spit.
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