Sick-boys

Yay, the Holy Catlick Church, Europe’s defenders.
What they actually want to do is deliver Europe bound and gagged into the hands of Islam.
 
Oh don’t we have to be accommodating.  Oh don’t we have to be sensitive.  Oh don’t we have to abandon everything in the face of the ravings of diseased baboons.  Overthrow the Enlightenment, make us subordinate to whatever drivel sick animals mouth, for it is the fucking unchallengeable unaccountable word of ‘god’, or in other words some mad dirty old monkey, ooh we must never mock religion.  Falsify Jesus, falsify history.  They’ll do anything.  All this filthy fascist ape-shit that has descended on the country, a ‘Labour Party’ committed to the destruction of freedom wherever it finds it, the party of the enemies of the free world, of cunts like McDonnell who hate England.  Fuck off then.  I mean you’re all for people migrating.   
Like as two peas in a pod, filthy monkey vermin who assume people are their property to be dictated to, fascist perverts, sick-boys with all their sickie pervy kinky-boy sex-freak filth controlling women and gay men, and their sick-fuck death-cults of obedience.
And of course break my body and wreck my life.  The sick old fucks just know they own women’s bodies with all their monkey-dribble about contraception, condemning poor women with limited access to medical support to continuing pregnancies, message received loud and clear, our primary purpose is breeding and nothing should halt that, we shouldn’t be getting educated or working to make our communities less poor for instance.  What else am I for?  And I’ve failed in it, throw me away, dump me on the corporation tip.  I’m a woman. Nothing I say can possibly be worth paying attention to.  I am ‘wilful’, ‘self-willed’, ‘insolent’, ‘arrogant’, ‘rebellious’.  Of course I had to be beaten.  You don’t bother to speak to a woman.
 
Don’t even know anything about sex, do you, sick-boys, except what you’ve picked up from reading porn under the blankets.
 
About love, about wanting someone else’s pleasure more than your own, about simultaneous orgasm.
 
Crude brutish men who will never lose control, lose themselves in another.
 
So about control isn’t it, sick-boys?
 
Sick boys have to have control of everything around them.
 
Why does it frighten you, sick-boys, women going off being themselves.
 
So OK you think women are your property to do what you want, be what you command, but that still doesn’t fully answer the question
 
Why don’t you want your property to have a happy and fulfilling sexual relationship?
 
What is your problem, sick-boys.
 
Do sick-boys know anything about the female orgasm?  It comes in four varieties, clitoral, vaginal, squirting and sex in the head.
 
Why does the idea of women enjoying sex upset you?
 
You do of course like Lattic think love, any kind, is female, not macho, not a smelly male monkey beating his chest and dominating all around him.
 
I think we can assume the fuck-faced sickies all delude themselves everyone shares their kinky-boy perv freak views
 
Yet another bar to integration of course.  I have mused, a religious couple is invited to dinner by a non-religious English couple.  He seemed such as a lovely guy at the office.  But as conversation progresses the guests reveal the views of primitive man while the daughter of the house is upstairs in bed with her boyfriend.  Maybe something is said, maybe not, but what is certain is those absolutely dreadful people will never be invited again.
 
In 2019, there were 19.2 million families in the UK, a statistically significant increase of 6.8% over the last decade. The number of families has grown by 0.4% (81,100) since the previous year.
Married and civil partner couple families remained the most common family type in 2019, representing two-thirds of all families (12.8 million). Cohabiting couple families were the second-largest family type at 3.5 million (18.4%), followed by 2.9 million (14.9%) lone parent families.
In 2019, there were 19.2 million families in the UK, a statistically significant increase of 6.8% over the last decade. The number of families has grown by 0.4% (81,100) since the previous year.
Married and civil partner couple families remained the most common family type in 2019, representing two-thirds of all families (12.8 million). Cohabiting couple families were the second-largest family type at 3.5 million (18.4%), followed by 2.9 million (14.9%) lone parent families.
https://www.ons.gov.uk/peoplepopulationandcommunity/birthsdeathsandmarriages/families/bulletins/familiesandhouseholds/2019
 
Do these fucktards understand?  That is 3.5 million people who have decided for whatever reasons of their own and since this is a fucking free country they are fucking free to have fucking reasons of their own that they do not need either the blessing of a god or a piece of paper from the state.
 
Added to which the countless people having sex in relationships meaningful or not.
 
And an unknown proportion of lone-parent families, since one can become such through death, divorce or choice.
 
What is sick mad and evil, some slobbering dribbling freak waving a stick claiming they’re committing mortal sins and a figment of its diseased squalid dirty imagination will burn them in hell
 
So here are two naked people wrapped around each other enormously enjoying the sensations in their own and each  other’s bodies. You say God objects.   Why would God object?  Why would God be offended, two gays guys frantically in love, why would God object?  Why is God sitting there trumpeting, I’m not having this, this is evil!
 
Let us formulate the question precisely.  Why should God think performance of the act of sexual intercourse and enjoyment thereof is evil except in the particular circumstance where his permission has been granted in order to make babies?
 
What is God’s problem with sex?
 
After all in your view he created us, created the vaginal orgasm, the clitoral orgasm, squirting and sex in the head.  Why would he have done that if he didn’t want people to enjoy each other?
 
Actually your problem is love, isn’t.  Sex where there is total withdrawal of love is rape.  Otherwise sex is pretty harmless, where two people enjoy each other for a short while, as consenting adults, the only problems that arise there being if one loves and wants to be loved and the other doesn’t.  Or if course unless one or the other or both have had their hearts and minds fractured and damaged by having been taught they’ve done something evil.
 
What is given about God that he is revolted by love?
 
But the sick-boys have big problems with loving a woman, we’re just not really human.  It terrifies them loving a woman, a woman can only be loved if she is controlled. 
 
So primitive man looked down at himself and he was clearly different from his mate and what he made of It must have varied in different places in different but equally early times and obviously some places all he could think was I’VE GOT A PENIS and what is that, is it like me, though it probable took the Great Penis in the Sky to ensure he regarded himself as the paradigm of humanity and she was some kind of domestic animal over which he had charge, about whom he knew everything because the Great Penis in the Sky had told him.  Humanity meant men who magically knew everything females were capable of and permitted to do.  Other times, earlier times, he found she would hold his hand when his dad had been killed by a sabre-tooth and that made him feel nice and he held her hand too.  But there was no doubt she was strange.  She bled.  He knew about blood.  It was what happened when you got hurt.  It never meant anything good.  But she didn’t seem to be hurt.  So some places they decided she was unclean when that happened and others she was basically a goddess.  But there was one thing all males noticed and that’s that this penis thing responded to attractive females. Without their asking it to, making it, not like sighting an arrow or throwing a spear, or even just walking.  And the Great Penis in the Sky told them it got very antsy about that because it meant the great he-monkey didn’t have total control.  And the great he-monkey found out something else about female persons: he found he could love them and that scared the living daylights out of him, he felt diminished, his great big male monkey self was disintegrating, so that had to be very tightly controlled indeed, there could only be specific circumstances in which it was OK to love women or anyone else for that matter. 
'Honour killing' sister breaks her silence - By HELEN WEATHERS - Britain was appalled by the horrific 'honour killing' of a girl murdered by her father for daring to kiss the man she loved. Here, her sister, who narrowly escaped death herself and now lives in fear of her life, breaks her silence. Every time Bekhal Mahmod leaves the safety of her home, she wears the hijab with a black veil covering her face - even though she would give anything for the freedom not to have to. Scroll down for more More by this author » Last updated at 01:18am on 16th June 2007
Under cover: Bekhal Mahmood says her father has tried to kill her She has no family to turn to, few friends, and has to lie to new acquaintances about who she is and where she is from. She is constantly looking over her shoulder. "My life will always be at risk," says 22-year-old Bekhal. "There are people in my community who want to see me dead, and they will not rest until I am. I will never be safe. I wear the veil so no one can recognise me." It is a desperately lonely and isolated existence, but at least she is alive - unlike her younger sister Banaz. Both young women brought "shame" on their strict Muslim Iraqi Kurdish family by disobeying their father Mahmod. Bekhal, 22, ran away aged 16 rather than agree to an arranged marriage to a cousin in Iraq. She survived an attempted killing by her brother, but her sister Banaz, 20, paid the ultimate price for leaving her own arranged marriage and then falling in love with an "unsuitable man" of her own choice. On the orders of her 52-year-old father and uncle, Ari Mahmod, 50, she was strangled with a bootlace by Kurdish assassins, her body stuffed in a suitcase and buried six feet down in the garden of a house belonging to an associate in Birmingham. Scroll down for more
Strangled: Banaz Mahmood Two of the murderers, who fled back to Iraq after this horrific so-called "honour killing", have since boasted of raping Banaz before she died in January 2006. "Honour killing?" cries Bekhal. "Where is the honour in a father putting his status in the community before the life of his own flesh and blood? "They should be disgusted with themselves. Honour in our community is about men having the upper hand, having the ruling power. "Banaz was the most beautiful, loving, caring, easy-going girl you could ever hope to meet. Her only crime was to want to have some say in her life. Where is the shame in that? "After I refused an arranged marriage, I knew I had two choices; stay and be killed, or leave and live. I chose to live but I had to leave everything behind." Bekhal was one of the key prosecution witnesses at the three-month trial of her father and uncle, which this week resulted in their convictions at the Old Bailey for murder. They have yet to be sentenced. A third man, Mohamad Hama, 30, of South Norwood, London, had already admitted the killing. The other key witness was Banaz's boyfriend Rahmat Sulemani, 29, whose own life was threatened because he was considered an unsuitable match for Banaz, despite also being Iraqi. Bekhal and Rahmat now face a future of secret addresses and identities under police protection. "When I stared into the eyes of my father in court, there wasn't even a twitch of guilt," says Bekhal. "No emotion at all. I still love him because he is my father, but I can never forgive nor understand what he did. "Why, if he didn't want us to be influenced by Western ways, did he bring us to Britain? You cannot expect your children to follow the same traditions as back in Iraq. "It is an impossible expectation. This would never have happened back there because we would have known no different." Bekhal has shown incredible bravery in giving evidence against her father and speaking out now in her first major interview, for the threat of reprisals is very real. She is believed by British police to be the first female family member ever to give evidence in an "honour killing" trial. Indeed, her mother and three other sisters refused to cooperate with the police for fear of upsetting the community. "Why should we have to die for wanting no more than for our voices to be heard, to have a say in our lives?" Bekhal says. For it seems that it is women who are the main casualties when some ultra-traditional immigrants are determined to protect their own culture, even if it means operating above the law. According to Bekhal, integration was the very last thing on her father's mind, although she says he seemed happy to accept Britain's hospitality in the form of a council house and benefits. Despite being relatively well-off back in Iraq - his family were property owners and ran various businesses - he never worked here. His status in the community and the respect of Iraqi Kurds were all that mattered to him. Bekhal was 14 and Banaz 12 when they first arrived in England, as asylum seekers fleeing Saddam Hussein's Iraq, with their parents Mahmod and Behya, brother Bahman, now aged 28, and sisters Beza, 25, Payman, 20, and Giaband, 16. Having moved into a council house in Mitcham, South London, Mahmod's daughters, who couldn't speak a word of English, were enrolled at the local Bishopsford Community School. Inevitably problems started almost immediately as Bekhal began to learn the language and made friends with Western boys and girls. She started to envy their freedoms, to the evident fury of her father. The more Westernised his daughters tried to become, the more he tried to control them, often resorting to verbal abuse and violence. "We used to have to wear a headscarf and trousers to school, which was so hot," Bekhal recalls. "I didn't want to wear mini-skirts or makeup like some of the girls, but I longed to take my headscarf off. "One day I was walking home through the park and I'd taken my scarf off and my father saw me. He screamed at me: 'Who do you think you are? You are acting like a bitch.' "He pulled me inside the house, spat in my face and then picked up his slippers to beat me around the head as he shouted: 'Don't you ever disobey me.' In the two years before I ran away, I think he beat me more than 20 times. "It would be over silly things like undoing the top button of my school shirt, or using hair gel. Once, he picked up a metal soup ladle and hit me round the head repeatedly with it. "I didn't want to have boyfriends or go out at night or anything like that. I was respectful to my parents. "I just wanted to be able to have friends, to give my opinion, very small things that British girls take for granted." Bekhal left school after taking her GCSEs and took a part-time job working in a supermarket. All her earnings - around £300 a month - were taken by her father; she was given just £50 from it. "One day I was walking home from work and a male colleague was walking beside me, pushing his bike along," she says. "All of a sudden my father drove up. My friend leapt on his bike to cycle off and my father tried to run him over. Back home after that I was beaten again. "When I used to confide in friends what was happening to me, they used to accuse me of exaggerating. "They couldn't believe that such things could go on in today's society. They thought there were laws to prevent it, but they do happen and there are many other women still suffering. "It is not a cultural issue. It is criminal and people need to take it seriously." Bekhal first ran away when she was 16 and went to live with a schoolfriend. Her parents tracked her down and after countless threats she reluctantly agreed to return home. The second time, she ran away after she was locked for a week in a bedroom for refusing to accept an arranged marriage with a cousin, calling the police to rescue her after escaping her confines while the rest of the family were out. She was placed in foster care by social services, but again, reluctantly went home after a few months. "My parents again tracked me down and kept sending me audio tapes. At first they would be tearful, with my dad calling me his 'little rose'. "Then they became more menacing. My father told me that unless I went home he would kill all my sisters first, then my brother, then my mother, then himself, such was the shame I had brought on them. "I believed him, so I went back. Did I think he was capable of doing that? Absolutely." The beatings continued, as did the demands that she agree to marry her cousin. "I kept repeating 'I will not do it'. I could not agree to marry some stranger and live an unhappy life." It was when Bekhal ran away for a third time -returning to her foster mother - and found herself a Muslim boyfriend, who was not strict in his religion, that Mahmod decided he could not allow her to live. During Banaz's murder trial, the court heard how Mahmod dispatched his only son Bahman to restore the family's honour by killing Bekhal. Bekhal recalls how her brother lured her to meet him at a remote spot in South London, with promises of money, and then hit her round the head with a dumb-bell while her back was turned. "I felt this terrible pain in my head and collapsed," recalls Bekhal. "Blood was streaming down my face. "I felt dizzy and sick, but I looked up at him and said: 'What are you doing?' He was crying like a baby and kept repeating: 'I've got to do it, you have brought shame on the family. It is my duty.' "As he started to drag me across the gravel I was pleading: 'Please don't do this, I will do anything, just tell my father you killed me and let me go, you will never hear from me again.' "Thankfully for me, he couldn't go through with it. He put his hand in his pocket and gave me six £50 notes before telling me to go. I phoned my boyfriend, screaming hysterically: 'Please come and get me, my brother's trying to kill me.' Bekhal was taken to hospital where she received several stitches to her head, but she refused to inform the police or press charges, because - despite herself - she didn't want to shame her family by involving the authorities. From then on, she occasionally phoned her sisters in secret, careful not to tell them where she was living. Some months later, she learned that her younger sister Banaz, unlike her, had agreed to an arranged marriage when she was 17 to a Midlandsbased Kurdish man, then aged 28, whom her father described as "the David Beckham" of husbands. But the marriage was a disaster. Banaz, the court would later hear, fled home after two-and-a-half years complaining that her husband was violent, regularly beating her. "I remember going to see Banaz in secret when she was married and she was terribly unhappy," Bekhal recalls. "She finally understood why I had run away. I told her she could come and live with me, but she said she couldn't bring further shame on the family. She later told me she only put up with her husband for so long because she wanted to keep our father happy." What a bitter irony that this young girl continued to try to please the man who would later take her life. Back home with her family, Banaz was not yet divorced when she met Rahmat Sulemani, from South London, at a family party in 2005. For a long time they were just good friends before falling in love, but Mahmod did not approve. Rahmat - despite being a family friend - was not from the same village and not as religious as the Mahmods. He was warned off with threats to his life. Banaz, 20, was taken to a relative's house in Sheffield, where she was locked up for two weeks and beaten. When that did not work, a family meeting was called by Banaz's uncle, Ari Mahmod, a wealthy entrepreneur who ran a money transfer business, where it was decided to kill the couple unless they stopped seeing each other. But Banaz and Rahmat, whose occupation has never been revealed to protect him, and who now lives under an assumed name, continued to meet in secret. Their fate was sealed when a member of the Kurdish community pictured them kissing in the street in Brixton on his mobile phone. The first attempt on Banaz's life was on New Year's Eve 2005, when she was taken to her grandmother's house in Wimbledon and plied with brandy by her father, who then came towards her, arms outstretched wearing surgical gloves, as she fought off sleep. She ran out through the back door when her father briefly left the room, and broke a neighbour's window to try to raise the alarm, cutting her wrists in the process. The police were called, but the female officer who interviewed her, PC Angela Cornes, didn't believe her. She dismissed Banaz as an attention seeker and even considered charging her with criminal damage for breaking the window. It was left to Banaz's boyfriend Rahmat to record on his camera phone her chilling testimony, explaining - as she lay in hospital - what had happened and describing how she was "really scared" for her life. This was played to the jury during the murder trial. PC Cornes is one of five police officers under investigation in an internal review by Scotland Yard over the handling of the case, for it emerged during the trial that Banaz had told police on at least four occasions that her family was plotting to kill her. Yet, crucially, she declined the police offer of a place at a refuge, believing no harm would come to her while at home with her mother. Mahmod never reported his daughter missing to police after she suddenly vanished in January 2006. It was left to Rahmat Sulemani to do that. When the police first called at the family home on the day she was murdered - January 24 - Mahmod fobbed them off, saying she was out. Two days later they classed her as high-risk after the family refused to report her missing and launched a full-scale investigation. Bekhal describes the day she was told by police that her sister's body had been found buried half-naked in a garden - three months after her death - as the very worst of her life. "What they did to my sister was devilish, despicable and disgusting. Can a family's honour be worth more than a life? I can't bear to think of the way she must have suffered. I had no choice but to stand up in court and give evidence for her." Today, Bekhal has no contact with her mother, brother or sisters. She cannot risk any communication, in case her new whereabouts under police protection is inadvertently revealed. More importantly, however, she does not want to put them at risk from the Kurdish community for associating with her. "I would rather live like this than live in fear," says Bekhal. "I will never be able to tell people who my father is - not only because of the risk to my life but because I'm ashamed. He is the one who has brought dishonour to our family." Daily Mail, 16th June 2007  
Hats off to Bekal for her sheer guts.But of course to say that Bekal and Banaz are the sort of Muslims we want in England and their obscene and psychotic parents are not is discriminayshun.  And as every Momentum mong knows discriminayshun is evil. 
 
Of course we’re not allowed to say Saudi and Iran are governed by sexually diseased monkeys.  Think of all the sexually diseased monkeys among our fellow citizens who’d be offended.  They have to be made to feel welcome.  Anything else is Islamophobia.   McDonnell would be furious.  McDonnell of course is a catlick the Pope’s arse traitor perv boy, an ex-seminarian who fully understands the seriousness of mortal sin, an IRA-loving traitor who hates England and the English but he has his rent-a-mob but yes, if it ever came to it that they overtly brought their monkey shit, their pervert kook psychos belong in Broadmoor along with Sutcliffe ape shit and inflicted it publicly, the country would erupt.
 
While an Englishwoman called me has of course been delivered bound and screaming into the hands of dirty twisted old monkeys to be crippled and destroyed that would not cause the country to erupt, merely to demand the prosecution of those who did the delivering, the diseased monsters, pervert freaks who think they decides for me whether I need to be able to go hiking, whether I really need to be able to walk properly and to run, whether I really need to have a long and happy retirement or to cold hungry and prematurely dead, mentally warped twisted diseased cowardly monkeys sitting behind closed doors deciding for me.  They think women are dictated to by sexually diseased voodoo men.  They think it nonsense to say that a woman owns her own body.  None of them is fit for authority over a woman in a free country.   There are questions we deeply do not want asked about the ‘holy’, the maggot-ridden walking corpse, bags of pus who insist I should obey, be compliant with that damaging to my body and my country, who as are we all know vastly moral superior to the rest of us.
 
Treason, the determination to destroy the free world, the determination to destroy me,  conspiracy to overthrow democracy, conspiracy to overthrow the rule of law, total intellectual and moral corruption, bestiality, GBH, these are all fine.  These are religious people.  They’re good. 
 
Theirs of course is the obscene devastating insolence, ignore every check and balance the free world has created to contain and cage animals, watch a medically vulnerable woman being crippled and behave as though it were normal.
 
I once quipped, Abraham who he?  Referring to my Anglican education from which the old Testament was almost entirely absent, maybe a couple of good stories, like Daniel in the lions’ den. 
 
Abraham was  a nutter who would sacrifice his son because God said.  However, a greatly venerated nutter
 
It is impossible not to believe that striking at the core of this by saying you absolutely have to love people too profoundly offended the devout and sincere beliefs of Caiaphas and his gang.
 
Forgot to repeat the Bobbles letters

So here we have some complete headcase, some troll completely out of it, howling, "It is forbidden!  She is a whore!" and here we have the so-called cream of London medicine falling on their faces before it and solemnly affirming how appalling of me to distress it because it claims its ravings are the will of a projection of its diseased brain it calls 'God'.   All basically peasants hypnotized by the voodoo-man, totally indifferent to which country and which century they're in.  If you give me a while I might get around to illustrating it.  That this should have happened to me in C21st England is gross, obscene, horrifying and that's without no-one doing anything about it, supporting me.

Dear wannabe nemesis

 I think I shall call you Bobbles. It  has a deceptively friendly ring. It refers of course to that limp thing  between your  legs that bobbles up and down. Is it true you can only get  an erection by  beating up women? There are so many things I should like  to know about you.  What freaks you most, the Jew I'm not or the woman I  am? Can't take it from a  girl, huh? Women obey. Ain't that the truth,  now. Butter wouldn't melt in their  mouths. I prefer a mouth that turns  butter to petrol, myself. Can't take it  from a Jew. Can't take it from a Jew-girl. Apart from being a fascist and a  Jew-hater, are you also a  Holocaust-denier? Pause while I give a small wriggle 
of pleasure.  Doesn't this just get more and more interesting! Clap hands 
together  with girlish glee. How d'you cope with the 6 million non-Jews who 
died? I just want to know all about you. Of course there are many things I do 
  know. You think you have rights over me. You really believe you own me, I have 
no independent existence. I may do nothing that displeases you.  Poor Bobbles. I 
think you must be somewhat traumatized by now. Your God  told you so, I 
understand. People who have imaginary friends make such  interesting subjects of 
study. Is that why they're frightened of you,  because you've got an imaginary 
friend? You have to see it's a bit  weird. following the orders of someone who 
isn't there. Personally I  don't see how anyone can be frightened of a guy with 
a limp prick and no balls. After all, you're even frightened of me. Maybe you're 
just shy.  There's no need to be shy. I'd really like to meet you. I have a 
  repertoire of phrases of basic English to teach you: "Unhand me, you 
  poltroon!" That sort of thing. In modern English that's "Fuck off!" It's really 
funny how they all believe you. What d'you tell them? You have  it on the 
highest authority, the Prime Minister's personal  assurance...That no-one will 
touch me with a barge-pole. That the only  people who talk to me are an 
Australian elf called Megan Love and a  English cabby called Raymond Breakspear. 
That no-one hugs me, no-one  supports me. They'll still be bleating what a great 
man you are when the men in white coats come to take you away. It's a learning 
curve, you  see, Bobbles. There are so many things I have to teach you. You 
really  mustn't be a silly, do you see. People who assault other people get 
  assaulted back. I'm sure you dream of an improved version of the Third  Reich, 
but it's a fantasy, do you see. You're very imaginative, aren't  you. Woman is 
the new Jew, right? Right along with the old Jews. But you have to think of 
Irgun, Haganah, the Palmach. Even Jews got arms from  somewhere, with every 
man's hand against them. There are so very many  more of us, you see. Yuck, you 
must think, everywhere I go there are  these horrible women-things with no 
clothes on. Life must be very hard  for you. Poor Bobbles. You really need to 
get your head round the notion that I am not your private property. If you start 
to be silly, try to  force women to wear more clothes or try to tell them what 
they're  allowed to think and say and read and write, if you insist they are 
  subordinate to your imaginary friend, horrible things might happen to  you. If 
you had any balls, you could have them cut off. Of course it's  not going to 
come to that. There are so many interesting and indeed  imaginative ways of 
tackling this. An imaginative man yourself, of  course you'll approve. How about 
a full public investigation of how many feudal-retainers dominate medicine, 
cheerful peasant-women with  well-scrubbed faces bobbing curtsies to His 
Lordship, blindly  indifferent to their duty to a democratic state? That would 
be fun,  wouldn't it. You don't think so? But think of all the publicity you'd 
  get for your imaginary friend! Look, I have to go now. I'll write again  soon. 
Do try and think about what I have to say. I know thinking is  difficult for 
you, really I do. You'll get better at it with practice.
 
Shall we try again, Bobbles my sweet?
How can one possibly take seriously a creature  whose sole claim on one’s 
attention is that he has a large club with  which he does not hesitate to hit 
one, a creature so absolutely  ludicrous and devoid of the slightest grasp on 
sanity that he thinks to  demonstrate his intellectual superiority by hitting one, a creature who  has obviously never been anywhere near a university, never 
met an  educated person. Oh Bobbles that's just so you, isn't it, and you're a 
coward, too! All in all, old boy, you are the scum of the bloody  earth

Of course it wouldn't matter if I weren't surrounded by the diseased  prostrating themselves before you and eager to do thy will. Other sick   animals think I'm supposed to be frightened of or in awe of a sick  animal,  impressed by an ape wielding a club. You leave no mark on me bar the  obvious.

Anyone who thinks loonies are confined to Islam needs to get a  life. Bobbles and I know that. 

For approximately seventeen centuries men  acknowledged that authority comes only from God, and temporal rulers sought the  approval and the blessing of their bishops who, by divine right, ruled in their  dioceses as  successors of the Apostles. Then came the Philosophists. As always,  the  Power of Darkness used pride to achieve his aims, the pride of human   reason. As always he called the Light, Darkness and the Darkness, Light   (Isaiah 5:20). That is why the Medieval times are now referred to as the "Dark  Ages"; (in fact, the Dark Ages were pre-Medieval), and why  philosophism is  referred to as "Enlightenment". ...When the first battle had been won, the Devil  moved from the religious field into the  philosophical field, and conceived  Rationalism, which put human reason  before Revelation.
Satan’s Master Plan from The Catholic Treasure  Chest 

"First, the wearing of men's dress by women  affects the woman herself, by  changing the feminine psychology proper to women; second, it affects the woman as wife of her husband, by tending to vitiate  relationships  between the sexes; and third, it affects the woman as mother of  her  children by harming her dignity in her children's eyes . . . This  changing  of the feminine psychology does fundamental, and, in the long  run, irreparable  damage to the family, to conjugal fidelity, to human  affections and to human  society."
 That Difficult Question of Immodesty and Women Wearing Men's  Clothing  by Marian Therese Horvat, Ph.D.

When a woman is dressed immodestly, she becomes the temptress for men  Many women will say they wear the modern  fashions because they are more comfortable, and the weather is hot (Remember, it  is very hot in Hell). This brings us to the area of sports. Regretably, all too  many sports  are taboo for us Catholics, not that they are in themselves a sin  or a  near occasion of sin, but because of the skimpy attire that such sports   "require". Think of these sports and the clothes people usually wear  when  playing the following sports or activities: swimming, baton  twirling, tennis,  basketball, dancing (disco dancing and little girls  who take dancing lessons)  and gymnastics. Let us take swimming for an  example, since people usually wear  less clothes when swimming than any  other sport. Swimsuits have no sleeves,  have very low necklines, no  coverings for the legs and usually has the whole  back exposed. When we  think of the saying, "in proportion to the amount of  flesh exposed  mortal sin seems to increase", shouldn't we avoid the bathing  suits like the plaque? Do you think this suggestion is crazy? You say yes, then   let us ask another question. Do you prefer to have the mortal sin of  immodesty  on your soul and the untold number of mortal sins of your  being a temptress or tempter and causing others to sin? 

One might say that our little girls can't do  anything. You are wrong,  because, if you modify the costumes and attire that  the girls wear, in  most cases they can still participate if you are Catholic  enough to  stand up for the proper moral dress code. In addition to the   modifications, our girls can go bicycle riding and horse back riding if  they  have a full skirt and the skirt reaches at least to the middle of  the calf; 
and, of course, skating can be done in a skirt. Our girls  should be pursuing 
lady-like activities and hobbies which will prepare  them for marriage and their 
proper role as mother and wife. They should  be learning to sew, embroider, 
knit, crochet, cook, make rosaries, sing  good Catholic songs and other decent, 
patriotic songs, play musical  instruments (we'll need an organ player 
eventually for our chapel),  paint and draw. Above all they should be learning 
to talk, dress, sit,  walk, stand, kneel, stoop and act like a lady at all  times. Our girls  have many options open to them, if they will only pursue them 
in a moral decent manner.
http://www.catholicapologetics.info/morality/modesty/dress.htm

This guy had a real problem with living in the United States, bastion of  Protestantism and infidelity,  where Satan had ensured that the supreme  authority of the Church was rejected. 
  
Throw in a couple of Muslim loonies for good measure Made for each 
other, aren't they.

AI: You have misunderstood the reality. As a Muslim I believe Allah…created whole universe;  he created the UK. It doesn’t belong to you, it doesn’t belong to the Queen, it  doesn’t belong to the Anglo-Saxons…Allah has  put us on the planet earth to live wherever we want and implement the  Sharia rules.
  
Transcript of BBC interview with Abu Izzadeen

"As for those who cannot offer resistance or cannot fight, such as  women, children, monks, old people, the blind,  handicapped and their  likes, they shall not be killed, unless they actually  fight with words  [e.g. by propaganda] and acts [e.g. by spying or otherwise  assisting in  the warefare]. Some [jurists] are of the opinion that all of them  may be killed, on the mere ground that they are unbelievers, but they make an  exception for woman and children sind they constitute property for Muslims."--Sheikh Ahmad ibn Taymiyyah

Guess it's never occurred  to him he'll run into 24 inch-waist SAS

Now, pet, I imagine that in  what passes for your mind England and the  English like everyone else and  everywhere else belong to God. It’s a possibility. There is, however,  something in between England and  God in your model, is there not. You, little  you. You represent God and  rule England on God’s behalf. 

There are a  few problems here, as those nice young men in their clean white coats I’m sure  would be glad to explain to you. 

1) there is not one shred of evidence  for your conviction you carry out God’s will
2) If you do carry out God’s  will, then God is clearly a grossly  mentally disturbed being to whom no sane  and civilized person would give two seconds’ attention 
3) There is not one  shred of evidence for  the existence of this God of yours. You believe he  exists. Others do  not. What is not demonstrable cannot be binding. You must see  that. Some people believe this God exists. Others do not. They can’t both be  right and it is impossible for any individual to be bound by both beliefs.
 
So we have a situation here, Houston Control, where this fucked-up  baboon 
thinks he carries out God’s will. The territory he inhabits may  be summarized 
as the supreme authority of the Church which I must be  made to accept. The 
fruits of the independent exercise of the hearts and minds of humans are the 
work of Satan. This is to what Blair and the  rest of the New Labour rabble 
consider me subject. It's perhaps not so  much a question of why haven't they 
been arrested as of why haven't they been sectioned.
 
That which makes you look stupid, ludicrous, ignorant, irrational.
 
There is somewhere in literature or oratory a superb put-down I cannot unfortunately recall and can’t be bothered to hunt for.  It may be classical, it may be Churchillian, but the gist is: your refutation of my argument would be greatly enhanced by your having understood it