Thursday, September 4, 2014

Ramzan Kaydyrov

From Jim Stone's blog


The following is a translation of an instagram from Ramzan Kaydyrov which was sent after ISIS made threats against Russia while sitting in two of the jets Russia supplied Syria with:

Ramzan Kaydyrov:

"Terrorists from Syria, who call themselves the "Islamic state", expressed a childish threat to go to war in Chechnya and the Caucasus. They say only what the secret services of the West tell them to. These bastards have no relation to Islam. They are outspoken enemies of Muslims around the world. These naive people decided to threaten Russia and Chechnya with two stolen planes made by Russia.
They can sit in two thousand aircraft, and none will reach Russia. All who are under the control of the United States, the country which has announced sanctions against Russia have achieved nothing, and these same unwashed criminals decided to distinguish themselves by taking on the role of the thug.
I state with full responsibility that anyone who has an idea to express a threat against Russia and name President Putin while doing so will be destroyed where he sits.
We will not wait until he sits behind the wheel of an aircraft. He will go to the place where his brothers rot along with terrorist Khattab, Abu Walid, and other messengers of the West.
I want to remind everyone who is planning something against our country, that Russia has worthy sons, ready to fulfill any order, and will wring the neck of any enemy in his own lair, wherever he may be. And we will be happy to rid the world of these scum. The militants in Syria and Iraq represent nothing, including themselves. They are bandits, trained and armed by the United States and the West to destroy with their own hands the strong and resource-rich Islamic countries.
They have no idea what the Quran and the Sunnah really means. I emphasize that they will end their days under the hot sun in Syria and Iraq, and in the first instant of death will meet their eternal flames of Hell."
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Love it. But for a few points. The good Kaydyrov may as well have called out Israel at the same time, as it should be clear to one and all that ISIS is controlled by the same tribe that's taken over America, lock stock and barrel. 

And, you can bet elements within the White House have expressed a threat (more than one, that is assured) against both the Russian state and President Putin. I'm afraid, to destroy those who threaten, DC and NYC and Tel Aviv and London all must perish. And that's but a beginning. 

Can Americans/Canadians/Europeans not see our 'friends in the Mideast' are setting up the world for a conflagration? Why is ISIS only marauding and murdering fellow Muslims and Christians? Why not, being 'Muslim fanatics' hit Israel in waves, killing all that breathe? Why are they armed with American and European weapons and equipment? Who bankrolled them? Why when they release beheading videos do they not broadcast the actual beheading? That's no way to run a terror outfit! 

The nuts are in charge of the asylum. Awake your fellow man to reality. All left/right conservative/liberal socialist/fascist dualisms are bogus. There's what's true and there's everything else. 

Get ready you mother, for the Big Payback:



Tuesday, September 2, 2014

An Orwell Poem

A happy vicar I might have been
Two hundred years ago
To preach upon eternal doom
And watch my walnuts grow;
But born, alas, in an evil time,
I missed that pleasant haven,
For the hair has grown on my upper lip
And the clergy are all clean-shaven.
And later still the times were good,
We were so easy to please,
We rocked our troubled thoughts to sleep
On the bosoms of the trees.
All ignorant we dared to own
The joys we now dissemble;
The greenfinch on the apple bough
Could make my enemies tremble.
But girl's bellies and apricots,
Roach in a shaded stream,
Horses, ducks in flight at dawn,
All these are a dream.
It is forbidden to dream again;
We maim our joys or hide them:
Horses are made of chromium steel
And little fat men shall ride them.
I am the worm who never turned,
The eunuch without a harem;
Between the priest and the commissar
I walk like Eugene Aram;
And the commissar is telling my fortune
While the radio plays,
But the priest has promised an Austin Seven,
For Duggie always pays.
I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,
And woke to find it true;
I wasn't born for an age like this;
Was Smith? Was Jones? Were you?

Extracted from 'Why I Write', George Orwell. First Published 1946
Link: Here