1 I must admit I'm a little confused about this. Is the child really an American. Do people working in Iraq take their children with them? Or do they just visit for a vacation. At least hes safe though, thats the main thing.

2 Why is that fat dude trying to eat that kid?

3 I have no idea why he was there. From the looks of him/his father and his name it is a good bet that he is an Iraqi-American---probably went back to Iraq after liberation.

4 Hats off to the good guys. Good news is good news.

1 Was this one the US born journalist of Iraqi descent?

2 Ahhh the religion of pieces. Where do I sign up?

3 Please note that the headless body was NOT that of the Italian Commie Skag who faked her own kidnapping to further her own twisted sick agenda.

4 Infidel spy: Sounds like a good excuse to get rid of a bitchy old lady. Anyone check to see what the husbands were doing?

5 Lost Verses of the Koran Surah 115: The Pig Bismillah: The hurried flight of the Hegira had led the Muslims to a fertile oasis, where they were at last safe from their many enemies in Mecca. Pausing, each thanked Allah the moon-god for their good fortune. Assembling at a long table, they enjoyed rare delicacies brought by bare-breasted sirens whose faces were veiled. During the feast Muhammad sternly forbade his disciples to partake of pig flesh, while fondling the youthful breasts of a Nubian girl named Sheba. Obeying the Prophet, the pilgrims partook of the succulent flesh of jackals and vultures, washing their food down with strong wine. “I never dreamed I’d have to eat the loins of a jackal, let alone the bitter entrails of a cursed vulture,” observed a hungry pilgrim named Ahmed to a fellow Muslim, choking on the unpalatable morsels. “Neither did I, but the Holy Prophet has ordered it,” another starving follower grumbled, almost heaving as he consumed greasy vulture flesh. “A rancid pork chop would taste a hell of a lot better than this crap does,” retorted Ahmed. “It’s an acquired taste brother, you’ll get used to it,” spoke up another, smiling with a mouthful of rotten teeth. “I don’t think so,” said Ahmed, forcing down a burned jackal testicle. An uncaring Muhammad, famished, greedily wolfed down roasted jackal in enjoyment, quaffing from an earthenware wine carafe on occasion, while choosing which of the sirens that would soon endure his favors. The meal finished in the late afternoon, a drunken, lustful Muhammad initiated a sex orgy with the sirens, the debauched Holy Prophet, Allah speaking through him, declaring all earlier betrothals or marriages of the women he knew null and void. The Muslims celebrated their good fortune, again thanking Allah for the bounty they had been blessed to receive. Later, as Muhammad sat half-naked under a palm tree, masturbating to the thought of molesting little girls, Ahmed chanced by and remarked, "Oh great prophet, why does Allah say that we cannot dine on delicious porcine flesh?" "Why?" asked Muhammad, closing his filthy, tattered, moth-eaten robe, "Because Allah's younger retarded cyclops brother is a pig, and Allah doesn't want us killing his holy kinfolk." "Allah is a pig?" asked an incredulous Ahmed, staring at Muhammad. "Of course," said the deranged Prophet Muhammad, hallucinating due to ingesting strong hashish minutes earlier. "That's ridiculous, why in hell do we worship pigs?" asked Ahmed, thinking his flight from Mecca may have been the result of heeding the words of a false prophet, possessed of a capricious desert demon who delighted in seeing them consume the flesh of vermin. "Because they're better than we are," answered a smiling Muhammad, now fantasizing about raping little boys, "Look at me, I'm little more than a lecherous child molester, thief and murderer!" "True, but pigs can't even talk!" exclaimed Ahmed, digging a heel into the sand. "Allah can, he speaks to me in my dreams," retorted the wildly hallucinating Muhammad, barely able to focus, seeing Ahmed in double vision. "You're a madman Muhammad," declared Ahmed in disgust, "I'm heading back to join the infidels in Mecca!" "Who cares?" retorted Muhammad, slurring his words and breaking into riotous laughter. Prophet Muhammad, opening his robe and again reaching for his flaccid sex organ, was too occupied with masturbating his building erection to reply further, while Ahmed, shaking his head in disbelief, disappeared behind a sand dune. "What a stupid, perverted, licentious bastard," spat Ahmed, walking off, "Muhammad is crazier than a shithouse rat!" Surah 116: The Pervert Bismillah: And it came to pass that Prophet Muhammad was growing ever hornier and more depraved: In a dream it was revealed by Allah that he was to molest a young girl named Ayesha. Drunk on strong wine, the Prophet looked to a follower named Khalil and announced, “Allah has said I am to have sex on this day with a child; the virgin daughter of my brother in law Abu.” “What?” asked a frowning Khalil, holding a wine bottle, taken back by the remark and turning to Muhammad. “I am to know Abu’s daughter Ayesha,” declared Muhammad, a finger in the air, becoming visibly aroused at the thought having sex with her. “She is but a little girl who plays with dolls; her womb does not yet weep, are you insane?” asked Khalil, knowing in his heart that the Prophet was little more than a pervert, thief, liar and murderer. “Probably, but it is the will of Allah”, a chuckling Muhammad said to himself, staggering off to the hovel of Ayesha. “What a twisted devil the Prophet is – the will of Allah my ass, he’s just an evil, depraved monster who lusts after the flesh,” Khalil mumbled disgustedly, putting the bottle to his parched lips. An oblivious and uncaring Muhammad blundered down the street, weaving as he went, arriving at the hovel shortly thereafter. Knocking on the door, Ayesha’s mother Umm appeared. “What do you want Prophet?” she asked with disdain, staring at the debauched Muhammad, clad in a filthy tan robe covered in dust and wine stains, a lone flea crawling upon his moustache near his nostrils. “Bismillah, I am here to take your daughter Ayesha in bed,” the Prophet answered, slurring his words. “You licentious beast!” exclaimed the girl’s mother, “She is only six years old, if it is indeed the will of Allah, take me instead to satisfy your wanton depravity!” “Taking you is not the will of Allah,” retorted Muhammad, the scent of wine heavy on his foul breath, “You are a wrinkled and faded flower without comeliness; be gone with your favors; I could never get a hard on at the likes of you.” Enraged by her rebuff, Muhammad smote her upon the face with a backhand. “That’s what one gets for disobeying the will of Allah,” said Muhammad, his words punctuated by a loud belch, “Take me to Ayesha, that I may know her on this day!” Obeying, Umm reluctantly led Muhammad to the room of Ayesha, opening the door. “This perverted Prophet here wants to screw you,” announced Umm with a frown, Muhammad ogling the virgin child in double vision. “But you knew my cousin Abdullah, younger brother of Ahmed not an hour ago,” replied a shocked Ayesha, dropping her doll, revolted by the sight of the filthy, lascivious pedophile Muhammad. “Be that as it may, Allah has said I will also know you,” answered Muhammad with an expectant smile, the gleam of lust in his eyes. “Why me?” asked Ayesha, looking to the Prophet with trepidation. “Because Allah has said it and I am horny, let us lay down, that I may know you,” ordered Muhammad as he removed his robe, Ayesha’s mother shaking her head in helpless disgust and closing the door. Surah 117: The Murderer Bismillah: Muhammad and his followers enjoyed many days away from Mecca at the oasis, home of his oafish brother in law, Abu Bakr, who was also Muslim. Dining on roast jackal, vultures and snakes, their strength was renewed by the bounty Allah the moon-god provided: plentiful food for their bellies and plentiful sirens for their carnal pleasure. Khalil was upset that the Prophet was a wicked lecherous pedophile who had known a little girl, so he went to the home of Ayesha to speak with her father, Abu the oaf. He made his way to the hovel, and knocked on the door. Ayesha’s mother opened the door, frowning as she beheld another of Prophet Muhammad’s followers. “Is life not bad enough, what are you here for, to rape my daughter, me, or one of my sons?” she inquired with disdain. “Indeed not woman, I must speak with your husband, not you,” replied Khalil sharply, who as a good Muslim, looked down upon women as little more than objects of pleasure, or dogs to be beaten into submission. “My husband Abu is very drunk,” she said, lowering her gaze in respect for Khalil. Khalil entering the hovel, the oaf Abu appeared from a side room holding a wine bottle, and slurred, “What do want here, follower of the Prophet?” “I must speak with you regarding your little daughter Ayesha,” answered Khalil. “What about her?” asked Abu, blinking his eyes and trying to focus on the man. “The Prophet came unto her in her room a fortnight ago; do you not know?” “He has come unto her many times since, she is his wife,” replied the unconcerned oaf. “His wife you say - you permitted it?” asked Khalil, stunned by the revelation. “Of course; he has come unto one of my nephews too, Muhammad is a pederast, it is the will of Allah,” declared a shrugging Abu. “He’s raping our child you drunken bastard!” exclaimed a tearful Umm, looking to Khalil. Abu smote her across the face, admonishing, “Take care woman, speak not ill of Prophet Muhammad, it is the will of Allah. The Prophet first knew Ayesha in a dream, when Gabriel showed her to him, uncovering her body for him to see.” “That’s really sick, she’s only six years old,” observed Khalil. “Better for the great Prophet to know her than one of the infidels,” said a smiling Abu with arms in the air. “Prophet my ass, Muhammad is a depraved monster possessed of a demon; how could permit such a thing, you’re her father!” exclaimed Khalil in utter disgust. “Yes I am, and the Prophet says I will know her too,” confessed Abu, contemplating the odd thought of having sex with his own daughter. Umm burst into tears and sobbed, throwing herself to the floor upon hearing Abu’s repugnant words. A fearful Khalil fled the hovel, not knowing what to think; realizing Muhammad and his brother in law Abu were licentious perverts and vicious rapers of children, possessed of capricious and malevolent demons. Later, Abu spoke with the Prophet while they entered a brothel together. He told him of the strange encounter with Khalil. Khalil’s an idiot, he takes Islam much too seriously,” replied Muhammad, looking to his oafish brother in law. “It’s a bad omen Prophet, Khalil woefully disdains your marriage to Ayesha, and disdains that I am to know her too,” declared Abu, even he feeling deep down that such a liaison was distasteful, but knowing it was the unalterable will of Allah, the moon god. “It is the will of Allah for you to know your daughter, did not Lot of Sodom know his daughters in the cave?” asked a slurring Muhammad, quite drunk, leaning against a wall to steady himself. “Yes Prophet, he did,” answered Abu with firm resolve, nodding. “Indeed, it was and is Allah’s will,” replied Muhammad confidently, picking a flea from his beard and crushing it between his fingernails, “As for our problem, I will have a dream tonight, and Allah will order me to kill Khalil.” “He will?” asked Abu, putting a hand to his chin in confusion, “But I thought the Perfect, Most Merciful Pig Allah never revealed his intentions until you had a dream.” “No matter oaf, he is making his will known to me by making me drink strong wine on this day,” corrected a quickly lying Muhammad, holding up a bottle. “Don’t you drink strong wine everyday?” asked a sardonic Abu. “Not as strong as this stuff,” replied the Prophet with a broad smile, “It has hashish oil in it; let us partake of a pair of this brothel’s women and enjoy wine together.” As Muhammad and Abu descended into more revelry and debauchery, a troubled Khalil approached another of the Prophet’s followers, the one with rotten teeth. Telling him of his woes, he awaited the reply. “Who cares what he does, have vulture and some wine,” said the man, tearing a leg from a roasted, maggot-ridden carcass and offering it to Khalil. “You don’t care that Muhammad is a deranged pervert who has sex with little children?” asked Khalil, taking the leg. “Hell no, I’m only here for the food, I was starving in the alleys of Mecca before I met Muhammad,” replied the rotten toothed man, grabbing more vulture flesh and a wine bottle. “Oh,” answered a defeated Khalil, taking a bite from the leg and reaching for wine. Late evening came, with Khalil and the other followers drunk and passed out in their tent. Muhammad and Abu awoke at the brothel after midnight, rested and refreshed. “What are we to do about Khalil?” asked Abu as they left via a side door, avoiding an encounter with the brothel’s madam, to whom they owed money. “Leave that to me oaf,” answered the Prophet blithely, holding up a hand, “In my dream Allah told me how to deal with him.” Muhammad headed down the street and stealthily entered the tent of his followers, intent on taking Khalil’s life. Abu Bakr followed him through the entrance, looking about for possible witnesses. Holding an oiled leather garrote, the smiling Prophet mercilessly strangled the sleeping Khalil, knowing in his heart that it was the will of Allah. The helpless follower struggled defiantly as a determined Muhammad gritted his teeth and pulled the garrote tighter, crushing Khalil’s windpipe, the Prophet letting out foul gas from his posterior due to the exertion. The struggling ceased; he and Abu then quietly removed the body from the tent and carried it into the desert. “That takes care of that problem,” declared a satisfied Muhammad as he pocketed the garrote, he and Abu making their way to his hovel so he could know his young wife Ayesha again. “When will I know her Prophet?” inquired Abu in the lamplit hovel, looking to his daughter’s room. “Very soon, Allah has said it, go know your wife Umm for now, oaf,” suggested Muhammad with a smile, opening the door to Ayesha’s room. Surah 118: The Liar Bismillah: Time passed, and a strengthened Muhammad and his followers left the fertile oasis. The Prophet was joined by his young wife Ayesha and her father, oaf Abu, who left the remainder of his family stranded at the oasis, his wife Umm dying of grief shortly afterward. Not one of the party dared question the vanishing of Khalil, some fearing that they too would vanish, perhaps due to Allah’s will or worse. Muhammad told his followers that Khalil was an evil infidel, and had fled because he had coveted Ayesha, the child looking to her husband the Prophet, she and her father knowing he was not telling the truth. “That is not true my father, Khalil only came to tell you of the Prophet knowing me,” Ayesha whispered, she and Abu standing only a few cubits from Muhammad. “Take care in what you utter among others child, some things are better kept to oneself,” answered Abu quietly, not half the oaf the Prophet thought he was. The rotten toothed man was listening intently; he had watched from the shadows while a smiling Muhammad strangled Khalil, but wisely kept this knowledge to himself, vowing to flee the group at the earliest opportunity. Abu Bakr, fulfilling the will of Allah, came unto his daughter Ayesha over several evenings in a tent at the beckoning of the Holy Prophet, oddly finding her favors more satisfying than those of his wife. Feeling strange from the experience of knowing his own daughter, a troubled Abu sought wise Muhammad’s advice. “It was the will of Allah,” declared the debauched Muhammad, drunk on strong wine, “Allah has also revealed it is you which will sire her firstborn in her twelfth year; her bastard child Fatimah.” “I will?” asked Abu, incredulous that he would be siring a child by his own daughter. “Yes,” replied the Prophet, removing his filthy robe, “But first I must satisfy my carnal urges, by indulging in her favors myself.” Prophet Muhammad entered the tent and came unto the young Ayesha, who complained that she was sore from knowing her father three times in one day. Striking her across the face, Muhammad admonished, “Keep your mouth shut wife and be thankful to Allah that only I and your father are knowing you.” “Yes Holy Prophet,” Ayesha replied, closing her eyes and wincing in pain as Muhammad again knew her. Arriving in Medina the following week, the Muslims found friends in this city, delighting in drunken revelry and the favors of veiled, tempting harlots with dark eyes. A lecherous Muhammad, Ayesha and his brother in law Abu took up residence at a fine brothel, the Prophet and the oaf sampling the offerings over many weeks, finding that Medina had the finest of all harlots in the land. Many residents of Medina found that Islam was a faith that appealed to them, Allah’s unalterable will moving the people, they abandoning their staid ways, joining with Prophet Muhammad in idleness, licentious revelry and drunkenness. Abu later visited the Prophet in his tent, informing him of dreadful news that Medina was host to a band of Jews. “Jews you say, the people of the book,” answered Muhammad, “They are bitter enemies of Allah and Islam; we will not suffer such people to live in our midst.” “But there are 40 score or more of them in the city Prophet, do the warriors of Allah have the numbers to defeat them?” asked Abu. “Of course oaf,” declared the evil Muhammad, “We shall wait until the dark of night, prowling by stealth, and then cut their throats as they slumber; Allah has willed it.” Listening in the shadows, the rotten toothed man determined it was time for him to flee. Regardless of the free food, he wanted no part of a group of vicious, skulking cowards who would slaughter people as they slept. Allah’s will was fulfilled on the next night, 40 score Jews meeting their end at the hands of the deranged, murderous pedophile Muhammad and his obedient Muslims. Surah 119: The Thief Bismillah: A fortnight passed, with many of the remaining people of Medina embracing Islam, and others fleeing for their lives, with the exception of a wealthy merchant named Sabri and his family. Sabri vexed the followers with his words that Prophet Muhammad was little more than a drunken liar, murderer, and wanton sexual pervert; a lascivious monster and pedophile who kept the company of prostitutes, drunks and the slothful. In another dream, the Holy Prophet learned that the vexing merchant had to be silenced, and that he had been chosen by Allah to murder him. Telling Abu of his dream, he and Abu plotted the murder of Sabri the merchant. After enjoying strong wine together, they headed to his home on a dark late evening, let in by a lovely servant girl. Muhammad and the oaf Abu observed the opulence of his residence; Sabri dressed in a fine silk robe with a silk turban, seven rings of gold and silver on his fingers. His wife and the lovely servant girl brought food and a carafe of diluted wine for her husband, they disdainfully looking upon the filthy, debauched Prophet and his henchman Abu. “Why will you not submit to Islam, it is the will of Allah,” declared the evil Muhammad, looking to Sabri, looking for the chance to end his life. “The will of Allah my ass, you Muhammad are a murderous debauched lecher and raper of children. Your loathsome followers feed on the rancid flesh of vermin instead of fine pork roasts, and defile all that they touch,” declared a disgusted Sabri, noting that the Prophet was drunk, dressed in a filthy tattered robe, with his unkempt hair and long beard matted with dirt. “I consume the flesh of vermin too, Great Allah is a Holy, Merciful Pig, it is not halal to dine on the sacred flesh of his younger brothers,” declared Muhammad with a finger in the air, Abu nodding in agreement. “No, it is you who are a pig, you deranged cretin possessed of a vile demon,” retorted Sabri, looking upon the Prophet with hatred in his eyes. “Those who do not submit to the will of Allah will suffer dire consequences,” threatened Abu, looking about for anyone who would dare stop them. Observing only two women in the house, he smiled, knowing that the will of Allah was about to be fulfilled. Sabri paused, staring at the Prophet and Abu in contempt, hoping he could in some way persuade them to leave the city, noting that business had fallen off to practically nothing since the arrival of the Muslims. “Look, if I give you money, will you and yours flee Medina and never return?” asked Sabri with folded hands, hoping he could encourage them to leave with a payment of fine gold. “I can’t leave,” declared a smiling Muhammad, “I am serving Great Allah, the Most Merciful Pig.” Sabri, confused for a moment, replied, “But I thought Allah was the moon goddess of Mecca.” “Whatever,” said a shrugging, uncaring Muhammad while picking his nose, he knowing that Allah didn’t exist anyway. “You are destroying Medina with your vile harlotry and wicked ways!” exclaimed Sabri. The Prophet laughed and replied, “Indeed not, Allah is guiding my hand in this and all my actions, providing me and my followers with what we desire: food, fine drink and the company of willing sirens, like your lovely servant girl back there.” “My servant girl is betrothed to a good man in Mecca, you will not speak ill of her, nor will you covet her favors,” declared Sabri, noting Muhammad leering through an open door, ogling the girl and his wife. “I will do as I wish,” retorted the wicked Muhammad with another laugh, reaching into his tattered, filthy robe and producing the garrote, “I covet the favors of your servant girl, and will take her to my bed for a concubine on this night. Those such as you will not stop the will of Allah or his Messenger.” Abu rose while the Prophet was speaking and smote Sabri upon the face with a closed fist, knocking the silk turban from his head. Muhammad descended upon him like a viper, pulling the garrote tightly around his throat, strangling him in his chair while his wife and servant girl screamed. “Be silent women, it is the will of Allah!” Muhammad yelled through gritted teeth as he took the life of Sabri. Oaf Abu moved into the room and beat them into submission while a struggling Sabri kicked the wine carafe from the table, it shattering on the floor. Sabri’s life vanquished, Prophet Muhammad exhaled loudly and let the lifeless body tumble to the floor. The trembling women remained silent as Abu returned to the Prophet with them. “Where is your money?” asked a greedy Abu of Sabri’s wife. “A box of gold and silver is in our bedroom,” answered his tearful wife, almost fainting from Abu’s foul breath. “I’ll get it,” volunteered a smiling Muhammad, pulling the garrote from the body, “Get the rings from his fingers oaf.” The Prophet returned with a box of glittering coins, pleased that Allah had provided such bounty for his followers. “I can’t get the last ring off,” complained Abu, having pocketed six others. “Cut off his finger to get it, and take his robe and turban too,” ordered Muhammad, determined not to leave one valuable item in the house. Abu obeyed, reaching for a knife on the table, slicing off the finger and pulling the ring from it. Arriving at the brothel, the Prophet celebrated his good fortune by knowing Sabri’s wife and the servant girl, annulling the widow’s marriage and the girl’s betrothal in the eyes of Allah. Later that evening Abu was given Sabri’s widow for a concubine, as he had grown weary of Ayesha’s favors, also needing an able slave to cook and serve him. Having to beat her before he knew her, Abu thanked Allah and Muhammad for the welcome gift of Sabri’s wife. Surah 120: The Hypocrite Bismillah: More time passed, with some of Muhammad’s followers finding the Prophet’s actions in Medina going against everything he had preached in Mecca, seeing him as Khalil, the rotten toothed man, and the merchant Sabri had seen him: an evil, debauched rapist, pedophile, liar, and murderer. These and other apostate followers were quickly slaughtered as infidels, fulfilling the will of Allah; a smiling Muhammad strangling many of them as they slept. Even Abu began to think that Muhammad’s wanton depravity may have been going too far when he encountered him in a tent knowing several young Jewish boys that had been taken captive. “Prophet, some of the followers are complaining that you are denying them participation in the bounty given us by Allah, and that you are also practicing strange acts that Allah has forbidden to others,” related Abu, frowning at the displeasing thought of Muhammad knowing little boys. “They want some of the gold, right oaf?” asked a drunken Muhammad, dressed in Sabri’s silk robe and turban, seven rings of gold and silver upon his greasy fingers, the fine garb growing filthier with each passing day. “That, and some of them would also like to have some of the girls and boys for concubines,” answered Abu. “They cannot have the little boys, Allah has given them to me for my carnal pleasure,” declared the lascivious Prophet, “As for the little girls, give them to the followers as wives, so that their carnal desires can be sated; it is the will of Allah.” “Others say that you don’t practice what you have preached,” added a fidgeting Abu, hoping not to arouse Muhammad’s maniacal wrath. “I’m only the messenger, Allah’s revelations don’t apply to me,” said Muhammad, releasing a tearful Jewish boy from his carnal embrace. “What about me?” asked Abu. “They don’t apply to you either oaf; would you like a lovely little boy for your carnal pleasure?” slurred the depraved sodomite Muhammad, lustfully leering at another boy he had chosen next to debauch. “No, I find not that boys appeal to me,” answered Abu quietly, though he was a lecherous pedophile and pervert, he had no desire to sodomize little boys. “Suit yourself oaf, more for me to enjoy,” answered the Prophet with a chuckle, undressing another captive boy, returning to his lecherous pederasty as Abu left the tent. The city of Medina had been taken completely by the conquering Muslims, they reveling in their murderous victory over the infidels and Jews. In another dream, it was revealed to Muhammad by Allah that they were to attack and conquer the city of Mecca. They were to subdue it and convert the inhabitants there to Islam, after which the Prophet was to take a pagan shrine called the Kaaba and defile it in the name of Allah. “In Mecca there is glittering plunder, fine gold to steal, and many women to be taken for concubines,” declared the Prophet, “Allah has said to have faith in him and we will not fail; are you with me, warriors for Islam?” The devoted followers answered, shouting in unison: There is no god but Allah the Pig, and Muhammad is his prophet!” “We will need weapons to defeat them,” Abu observed, looking to the Holy Prophet. “Easily done oaf,” replied an unconcerned Muhammad, ordering several henchmen to plunder the city of metal so weapons could be quickly fashioned. Bronze implements were seized from every home; plowshares were heated and beaten into fine scimitars for the devoted followers. As his followers labored over hot forges, Muhammad gave a sermon, declaring that vengeance, blood and death would rain down upon Mecca in the name of Allah. The work completed over several days, a feast was held by the warriors of Islam to further strengthen them for the long journey; the flesh of rats, snakes, vultures and jackals gracing their tables. The hungry Prophet had a willing siren prepare his favorite of all dishes, fat dung beetles boiled in seasoned vulture broth. “We should give Allah our thanks for the bounty he has provided,” declared Muhammad, seated at the head of his table beside Abu, crushing the hard shell of a dung beetle between his filthy brown teeth. All bowed their heads in prayer, thanking Allah for the food he had provided. “Would you like to enjoy a tasty dung beetle oaf?” asked the Prophet, turning to his brother in law, offering one to him. “No thanks,” replied a nauseated Abu, choking down a plateful of greasy rat flesh. Washing the unseemly morsels down with strong wine, Muhammad and his followers filled their bellies with the bitter flesh of vermin and then enjoyed the welcome favors of tempting, veiled harlots with dark eyes. The Muslims, their women and their captives set out for Mecca on the following week, determined to exact Allah’s revenge on the people who dwelt there. “There are many able men in Mecca, much more than we have,” observed Abu, realizing their numbers were wanting when compared to the teeming hordes of infidels occupying Mecca. “Allah will watch over us oaf,” said Muhammad, a sharp scimitar on his hip, he unsure as to what the outcome would be, but keeping this from the others and preparing for the worst. “There aren’t enough of us Prophet – how will we win?” asked Abu with his arms in the air, looking at their limited numbers, no more than 50 score of able men in the service of Allah. “Great Allah has said it, they in Mecca will embrace Islam or die for resisting his will,” the vengeful Prophet declared as Medina disappeared behind them in the distance. A thoughtful Abu wondered why Allah would wish his followers to attack a fortified city where they were outnumbered, and also as to why Allah would have chosen a debauched murderer and licentious pervert for his Prophet. “Oh well, it is the will of Allah,” agreed Abu, much too committed to the deranged Prophet and Islam to back out, checking for the scimitar on his hip. Surah 121: The Coward Bismillah: Returning to the oasis to gather strength before attacking Mecca, Muhammad and his followers again feasted on the bitter flesh of vermin and partook of the favors of eager women, the depraved Prophet coming unto the veiled, bare breasted Nubian harlot Sheba. Oaf Abu learned that his wife Umm had died, Muhammad stating to him over strong wine that it was Allah’s will. A grieving Abu came unto his new wife, the widow of Sabri, and also knew his daughter Ayesha, fulfilling the will of Allah the Pig. The Holy Prophet also lusted for Abu’s bride, demanding that he be permitted to lay with her again. A shrugging Abu handed her over, an angry Muhammad having to beat the stiff-necked infidel woman once again before he knew her. “You evil murderous beast!” she screamed in tears as Muhammad was knowing her, “May the gods of my fathers destroy you and all you have wrought!” “How dare you attempt to curse me or Allah,” grunted the Prophet as he reached orgasm, his fetid breath causing her to heave, “Take care woman, or I will expose you as the sorceress you are, giving you over to be stoned by my devoted followers.” “Better to be dead than to endure your vile attentions again,” Abu’s wife retorted as the Prophet rose from her bed. “Bitch,” Muhammad muttered as he left Abu’s tent, adjusting his filthy silk turban. Leaving the oasis on the third day, the devoted Muslims resumed their journey to Mecca, Abu still troubled about their limited numbers and telling the Holy Prophet of his doubts. “Don’t worry oaf, we will remain behind while the first wave of our brothers besiege and subdue the infidels in Mecca,” Muhammad declared in a low tone of voice, Ayesha looking up to him and frowning. “Do you have a problem with that wife?” asked Muhammad, strangely controlling his compulsion to beat her for daring to disagree with Allah’s unalterable will. Ayesha remained silent and looked to the ground, Abu answering, “I thought we would lead them in battle.” “No, we are to remain behind and observe the followers take the city, it is the will of Allah,” replied Muhammad, he filled with doubts and preferring to watch from afar, as the strong hashish he had eaten in Medina had worn off long ago. Arriving outside the city walls under cover of night, the Muslims prepared for battle in the only way they knew: skulking by stealth and murdering defenseless people while they slept. As a full moon rose, a vanguard of devoted followers scaled the city walls, only to be discovered and cut down by the defenders of Mecca. “Attack in the name of Allah!” shouted Muhammad while retreating to a bluff with Abu, his wives and several trusted followers, the Meccans opening the city gates to meet the glorious warriors of Islam in battle. Seeing the Holy Prophet on the bluff by moonlight, this sight strengthened the attacking Muslims. “The battle is not going very well,” observed Abu as the moon rose higher, watching the Muslim army being wiped out. “Yes, Allah is displeased that our faith was not strong enough,” replied a strangely detached Muhammad, staring from the bluff at the carnage outside the walls of Mecca. “That, or we didn’t have enough men, I told you,” retorted Abu, watching several followers being hacked to death by the defenders. “That is possible oaf,” admitted Muhammad, Abu frowning at the reply. “What do you plan to do to save your followers Prophet?” asked Ayesha. “Nothing, it is Allah’s will,” replied Muhammad with a shrug, still watching the battle. Abu’s frown grew into anger as he watched a smiling Muhammad delight in the butchery of his followers. “You’ve lost at least 30 score since the moon rose, do you intend to stay until we are slaughtered too?” asked Abu’s wife. “How dare you speak to me unless spoken to!” exclaimed the Prophet, preparing to smite her across the face. “My good wife Fahimah makes a wise observation,” declared Abu, using her given name for the first time, grasping Muhammad’s forearm, preventing him from striking the widow. Pulling away from Abu, the Prophet paused and replied, “It’s time for us to leave oaf, we shall retreat to the oasis to pray and fast.” A defeated Muhammad and his trusted followers left the bluff and headed back toward the oasis in the moonlight. Looking over his shoulder, the Prophet feared that vengeful Meccans might pursue them. “Let us make haste,” declared Muhammad, fearing for his life. Several days passed as they retreated from Mecca, the remaining band of Muslims at last pausing for needed rest and making a camp in the desert. The captive Fahimah had grown to respect her new husband Abu, as he had prevented the Holy Prophet from striking her outside the walls of Mecca. Making him a meal of jackal flesh soup, she presented it to him in his tent. “Thank you woman,” Abu replied, taking an earthenware bowl and strong wine, she nodding and leaving him to eat. As Abu was eating, a stir rose in the camp: a lone survivor of the battle having at last caught up to the followers. Putting down his bowl, he left the tent to find the survivor admonishing Muhammad. “You coward,” he gasped, “You left us to die, have you no faith in your visions, or are they only lies coming from your vile mouth?” The Prophet, drunk, answered, “I had a dream after the battle, it was Allah’s will that we were defeated, as it was his will that you survived. We lost because our faith in Allah was not strong enough.” “You lied, telling us of easy plunder and women; there weren’t enough of us to take Mecca, 50 score died outside the gates for nothing!” the man exclaimed. “No matter, have dung beetles and strong wine to renew your strength,” slurred Muhammad, picking fleas from his beard and flinging them into a small fire at his side. The man, much too exhausted to argue further, gratefully took a plate of boiled dung beetles and a bottle of wine, trudging off from the deranged Prophet in disgust. A shocked Abu observed this from the shadows and retreated to his tent. Such knowledge set heavy upon him, he meditating privately on the events. Finishing his meal, he called for his wife Fahimah, she appearing before him. I would hear your words wife on this matter: Muhammad preaches Islam, yet he does not follow the words of Allah.” “He is your Prophet, you have sworn to serve him and Allah, my words are those of an infidel,” she answered respectfully. “Still I would hear them, for there is wisdom in what you utter,” Abu replied. Fahimah, still fearful of her brutal husband, yet bound by her personal honor to obey, told him of her thoughts on the Prophet and his actions. “I care not what god he worships, but this demon in man’s guise is not a prophet of a clean desert god,” she began. Abu looked at her as she continued, “He forces his followers to consume the flesh of vermin, delighting in their disgust. I truly believe him to be so perverted as to rape an infant - he has others carry out his murderous work while he has no courage to fight himself: you should draw a knife across your daughter Ayesha’s throat and my own to save us from the corruption of this man.” Abu, oaf that he was, looked at her silently as she urged him to destroy the demon Prophet Muhammad, her wise words much harder to ignore than the screechings of his deceased wife Umm.

1 Where you been? His family believes it and has a web page on him. A lot happened when you were on vacation. Finally the army registered him as a POW - status unknown. That was awhile ago. For the family's sake, some kind of closure would be nice. Cindy

2 Just a note to remind everyone that one of the above-listed missing civilians was found dead a few months ago. I believe it was Bill Bradley.

3 There are more hostages, American and otherwise, that we really don't know about - thanks for the new name Eliza. If that was indeed him, my condolences to the family. Sincere condolences. Cindy

1 OMG - hope they don't listen. Cindy

2 The ones calling for the slaughter of this Commie Italian Skag are not true Islamists. The carriers of tiny examples of manhood use the word "chop"- The only "chops" we in Islam know of are Mutton Chops which are worn by our women. I admit, I do not like this woman who has taken herself hostage. I am sure her left wing commie friend who is calling for her head to be "chopped" off does not mean her any harm.

3 do not listen to them

4 Bafangu

5 The Resistence in Iraq should take care not to shoot off its own foot. The US and its criminal buddies are too powerful militarily to be driven out of Iraq by force of arms. But investigation and witness by those who oppose the Iraqi invasion and the presence of US forces in Iraq-LIKE Guiliana Sgrena, is a powerful force against US propaganda and lies about its behavior in Iraq. Iraq NEEDS outside journalists to tell the truth about US abuse of Iraqi people such as the US led genocide at Fallujah. Who will show outside world what the US is doing in Iraq if not dissident journalists? Why did the jihad groups kidnap a DISSIDENT, and not all the imbedded propagandists the US and its criminal pals have running all over Iraq?

1 Terry McAuliffe got a new job already?

2 I agree. Just too bad the MSM only goes with their side of the story. I am very curious how the reporters always show up when the terrorists ambush Americans?

3 Hey I saw a news item last night and they said that that Marine that shot the insurgent on video was NOT going to be tried with anything!!!! They said there wasn't sufficient evidence to support that he acted in any other way other than defense. I'm glad that's over.

4 These guys haven't been given the "negative attention" they deserve.

5 Well, we're doing our part in giving them negative attention.

6 Yes, but I was referring to something more physical!

7 LAURA: The marine should be given a medal. As I said before the guys a hero. I hope readers will search the archives and remember what our wrong as usual liberal cry baby bloggers had to say on the issue. In fact, I hope the Marine searches the archives and looks up some of the assholes that were crying for his head.

8 Believe it or not, I am also truly glad that the Marine is not going to be charged with anything. I also think, that since the Military investigated and found no wrongdoing; everyone should give this Marine a big slap on the back and a “GOOD JOB”. One of the reasons I am glad of this is because the Military found that this Marine did not break the Geneva Convention (GC). It is my true wish that all of our service members can and will live up to the GC. Personal note to Chicken Little brain, I saw some of your other posts, and since my lack of proof reading has disturbed so much, I promise I will proof read my posts before I send them in. I’m sure you have heard that people say you are what you eat, and since you are an old "Cock", do you really eat them or just suck the juice out of them. Not that I really care what you do, I was just curious. When you do your reply, be sure to watch out for that “Fowl” mouth of yours.

9 I see getto porch monkey Butch is back using his other name. Can't believe this low life tried to hide behind another name. What a lying piece of shit. Still in dem white collar fields? Get your stinking ass back on the porch and wait for de check fro de govement. You be mos infamous caughtee. Your mouth shows what an low bred monkey faced animal you are. Gutter trash is all YOU IS.

10 Hey Chicken Little brain, I donÂ’t know where you are getting your misinformation from but I have used only one name and that is this one. I donÂ’t have to go around sneaking in bed sheets and pillowcases like your Krazy Krappy Klan. I also see you have not been able to clean up you trashy mouth either. So why donÂ’t you just pull your pillow case over your ugly face, and if the rest of the world is lucky, the human gene pool will be improved by you suffocating yourself.

11 Butch: Get back in your tree, ape.

12 Gentlemen, it's none of my business, I know, but remember--you are BOTH on the same side against the terrorists!

1 Her cameraman was also taken. I do remember this story; you were away. Cindy

2 was that not the Italian journalist? this woman was an iraqi reporter if its true god help her son

3 That these cowardly bastards could do this to a woman should show the world what truly depraved people we are dealing with. They deserve the cruelest death imaginable. What a sad story........... M.W.

1 sorry Rusty had to go out earlier you got it anyway. this may not be appropriate for this comments but i heard this the other day, dont know if youve heard it i thought it was quite funny but you have to wait about 30 secs before it starts http://www.terrorists-suck.org/fight/winds of jihad.html

1 Nice photo op for the terrorists. How could the kidnapees have kept straight faces???

1 Is a democrat congressional delegation on it's way to support the rebels yet?

1 Thanks for the update - when/where Tim Bell and Bill Bradley taken ?

2 Some of those labianese chicks are pretty hot.

1 Wasn't she supposed to be dead already? Didn't she already got released? I guess they decided that more publicity is needed.

2 They first said she would be released, then a bogus claim came out saying she would be killed, then another one saying she would be released, then Il Manifesto claims they were in contact with her, and now this.

3 What a fraud. Commie skank thinks she is doing the world a favor.

4 Hands not tied behind her back, hmmmmm...no islamic flag...hmmmmmmm Fake- She is a fraud. Wonder how long it took her to set up the video camera. She did a good job with the graphics.

5 And there are more.......from other countries, too. Italy will not pull out and won't give in to terrorists. Remember when we went into Fallajah and they found hundreds of discs with executions and beheadings on them? People we didn't even know were there or kidnapped/killed? If they kill her and they are using her right now basically because she is a woman, will be on another disc somewhere. Can't trust those fanatics. Cindy

6 No one has her- She is a fraud. A Foreign Deaniac Fraud. I hope she gets twat blisters from a dirty toilet seat.

7 Snooks is right. My money is on her being a fraud. Anyone ever read the trash she prints on the USA?

8 If they really do have her, don't think for a second they wouldn't kill her just because she agrees with them. These people have no soul.

9 Whassa matter with all of your brains? They killed other lefties like Margaret Hassan and Enzo Baldoni; Rightwingsparkle is the only one who seems to get it. Plus, none of you can come up with a plausible reason why Ms. Sgrena would stage this anyway. Are you too thick to get that it only gives political ammo to people that she disagrees with? The world is never just black vs. white; in this case, the terrorists hate us, but they hate people like Ms. Sgrena, too. She hates us and (I'm sure) the terrorists, and you guys hate her and the terrorists. As for me, I hate the terrorists, I severely dislike most of you - but I want the fewest number of people on any side involved to die. Too hard for your black and white minds to deal with? Well, then, you can hate me all you want, but just remember, all of your mothers love me.

10 oh yeah, and I don't want anyone to forget this: February 07, 2005 Italian Hostage Hoax: Terrorists to Release Giuliana Sgrena As predicted, Italian hostage Giuliana Sgrena is to be released: Comments I think that you can pretty much give yourself a highfive for that call Rusty. Nice job! Posted by: elliott at February 7, 2005 02:04 PM Pats self on back... Posted by: Rusty at February 7, 2005 02:16 PM That stunk from the beginning. Good call! Posted by: Beth at February 7, 2005 07:40 PM Use the same hand that you used to pat your own backs to now wipe all that egg off of your faces.

11 Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi... you're my only hope!

12 The major difference being that Enzo Baldoni worked for the Red Cross, and thus could possibly be seen as a man working for the infidels. Margarat Hassan worked for CARE, another international charity which worked with the occupation government. Sgrena was a reporter for a left-wing paper that supports the terrorists as 'freedom fighters'. I never said I "knew' this was all a hoax, only suspected it. I also 'suspect' that even if not a hoax Sgrena will be released.

13 Would further stipulate that if Ms. Sgrena is killed, that you will no longer suspect that this is a hoax? I still would like for someone to dream up a plausible scenario that would explain why should would come up with a hoax like this, even though, like I had said previously, this only helps out her opponents in the West. Anyone?

14 "Mujahadin Without Borders?" Is that a spinoff of Doctor's without Borders, by any chance? My first thought was that this could have been the same person or persons who made that stupid hostage video starring the G.I. Joe doll. And her plea? We must show the pictures of the dead children and the women being raped? Nope. I'm not buying this "hostage" video. You were right with your initial skepticism. To me, her and her cohorts are trying a different tactic, since her initial pleas to get out have been ignored.

15 Of course Dr. dr, so stipulated.

16 I see great minds link alike. I blogged this as a possible fake as well, especially after the MSNBC version said she was waving to get the camerman to stop at one point, like she was directing the piece as well as starring in it. I'm not saying it is defiately fake, but deserves some skepticism.

17 Thank you, Dr. Rusty, you're not such a bad rightie. All right, mark, since you're so sure, why don't you take a shot at explaining what this gains her. Come on, I'm really interested. Or anyone else for that matter! Anyone? Don't just say that you think it's a hoax because a few things are fishy, and then not have any plausible explanation for why. Try to understand both the effect and the cause. If you don't focus on the "why" of things, you're likely to fall victim to being a full-time conspiracy theorist - and then you're a slave to either Rush Limbaugh or Oliver Stone.

18 I could be wrong, but my gut instinct tells me that this is no hoax. Why would it be? It makes her side look bad. She's a terrorist sympathizer and apologist and she gets kidnapped!? Puts a dent in her credibility, doesn't it?

19 I'll believe it when her head comes off little that it is actually attached to her body anyways. What was she thinking going to that country to suck up to garbage as she was clearly intending to do. Hell, from what I heard of her she is the biggest fan of bringing in as many muslims and everyone else in the world into Italy so she's getting her justice for what she believes in. She's going to find out the second that blade hits her neck that the world isn't full of idealistic dreamers like her. Tough shit for her.

20 Dr. Dr., if you're asking for proof of why people think this is a hoax, you've probably come to the wrong place. Most people here rarely back up they're "thoughts" with little more than a "because"-style answer. I'm sure the discovery that the action-figure kidnapping was a hoax emboldened a lot of people here into thinking they're smarter than they actually are, but the sad fact remains that they're more conspiracy theorists than actual detectives. As such, asking them for proof is pretty much an exercise in futility. Do I believe it's a hoax? No. Not yet anyways. I haven't seen anything suggesting it is, and the fact these criminals kidnap and murder anyone shows that it doesn't matter who's kidnapped. Although I'm sure that if this turns out to be a hoax, you'll probably see half-a-dozen people suddenly exclaim how "right" they were.

21 For those of you who don't know a lot about this woman, she went to Iraq to try to find pictures of the U.S. Military killing civilians, especially, children, for anti-war, anti-US propaganda purposes. She shares a common goal with her kidnappers. The question remaining is whether they feel that way as well.

22 What does faking her own kidnapping gain her? What did Dan Rather think his presenting forged documents would gain him? ass.

23 This chick is a freak. She fakes her own kidnapping to get her nasty puss on the tube. Press is eating this up-

24 I have updated the post. Confederate Yankee made an excellent point that I had to ad, namely, that the video came out on the same day that the Italian Senate voted on whether or not to leave Italian troops in Iraq. Again, I never said I was positive about this. As for my readers, I don't know if they're conspiracy theorists or not. I don't think there is a conspiracy theory I've ever truly believed. This would be a first.

25 How do you figure she's faking her kidnapping?

26 I would direct you to my first post on the subject, the day she was kidnapped. A number of things raised the suspicion. She was, at that very moment, interviewing refugees from Fallujah camped at a mosque. The story was to be on how horrible it was for the Americans to invade that city. She also happened to be on the phone, at the moment she was kidnapped, with another journalist. Her own newspaper says she has a working relationship with radical Jihadi clerics in Iraq. There's more like that. Like I said, I have no evidence, I'm just speculating. Part of me thinks it's a hoax. The greater part of me thinks that while the abduction was real, the fact she has not been let out by now is propaganda. Her own newspaper has publicly stated that they have SEEN HER WHILE IN CAPTIVITY. That would be a first and it is the fishiest thing I've ever heard.

27 Likwidshoe, Mark Flacy, Venom, thanks for the responses. Mark, you have a given a decent enough reason. Andre, your head is jammed so far in your butt that you can lick your own tonsils from behind. If you want to broadcast your mind's thoughts to the World, it's a good idea actually think while you're doing it. This will help your cause instead of making it look like it's supported by people with less understanding of things than a sponge.

28 Sorry, Rusty, my last comment was for obsnooks...you just got your post in before mine. In response to this comment by Beth: "3) The reason some of us suspect it could be a hoax, Venom & Dr. Dr., is because she is virulently anti-war and before this, she was campaigning, if you will, for Italian forces to leave Iraq. Now she's the one who will die if the Italians don't leave. Get it???" *cough* Margaret Hassan *cough* Like I said, the Islamofascists behind these kinds of kidnappings don't care who they're holding or what their political beliefs are.

29 It's actually a good point that Venom is making, and had she been abducted from her office--like Hassan--I wouldn't be inclined to speculate like this. Hassan's activism was not really the same. She was against the war, but was not anti-American and pro-insurgency. The same cannot be said about Sgrena. I would be both saddened and surprised to learn of Sgrena's demise.

30 Beth your points, one by one: 1. Actually, a good number of the people here seem like they'd be happy to see her get what she's got coming. I'm not going to say that you're like them anymore than it would be smart to lump Ms. Sgreda together with her kidnappers, but don't act like the people here are all good people. 2. Hey, I'm completely aware of it. You don't see me out there. But I'm also capable of seeing that there are at least three sides in Iraq, probably closer to 20 million sides. Nothing is as simple as those who would like to see everything in binary want it to be. 3. If that's all it takes for you to think the worst of her, so be it. I return to the argument that you didn't read well either, that she has to be aware that this will only make her side weaker in Italy. Terrorists the World over sometimes believe that irrational acts will goad the enemy into committing irrational acts in return, which is the best recruiting tool they can have. Look at the most extreme acts of terrorism in Israel, the Basque homeland, Ireland, Sri Lanka, heck, look at Al Qaeda, for God sakes. You don't really think that they thought that we wouldn't come after them, do you?

31 I think your third point is the only one that needs my comment. This may or may not weaken her side's position in Italy, but her motivations would be based purely on her subjective read of public opinion in Italy. If she believed it would help the anti-war position than that is all that is needed. Many people make bad political moves with the best of intentions.

32 Its a fake!

33 I hope they let the women go and just leave her alone.When iraqs come to uk or us we dont decided were gna cut peoples heads off do we? the terrists need to be stopped and the us or the people to do this as for bin laden and al quida burn in hell

34 what do they want now ? sgrena'a forced statement about starving and dead children etc ...... what was islamoslobs' problems with margaret hassan ? she was one of them and a humanitarian aid worker for iraqis. these POS just like to kill for fun.

35 Sorry lady. You went there for attention and you got it. I'm sure you now understand the problem better.

36 She faked her own kidnapping in-order to influence Italy's vote on extending troop stays- She is a vile sack of puss in a skin suit. Why would she fake her own kidnapping? C'mon. Same reason Dan Rather brought out the forged docs and claimed they were authentic. Grow up Venum.

37 I hope this "kidnapped" lady sees reason and let's herself go. FAKER FAKER FAKER FAKER FAKER FAKER

38 Filthy Allah is a perfect example of a people who doughts EVERYTHING. I fact, i will bet, if this person was ACTUALLY killed he would walk around her body saying "Oh...that blood is FAKE. that bullet hole is FAKE. ITS A FAKE! SOMKE AND MIRROR I SAY!! hahahahaha........BLAH!" But thats just what I think...

39 Pow, they wouldn't start hacking your heads off upon arriving in your country. They will wait till they have enough biomass so that they can actually accomplish it and make sure that resistence against such would be minimal.

40 You are very easy to manipulate. She has convinced you. I bet you thought Gorbachav was a great guy too- The filthy Commie Skag, is a fake.

41 Heh, whatever you say snooks. I guess that's why you've got that high-profile job at the FBI where you can use those great detective skills of yours?

42 I know everyone's left the party, but I wanted to say a few things about this 2:11 post from venom: Dr. Dr., if you're asking for proof of why people think this is a hoax, you've probably come to the wrong place. Most people here rarely back up they're "thoughts" with little more than a "because"-style answer. V, it's easy to confuse trolls on hot posts with people who actually have an interest in a topic. trolls know no ideology [more like an idiot-ology] and often mirror what they perceive to be the high ground in any conversation. they curse and wish ill and don't bother with facts or consequences. they are trolls, little garbage-eating, bile-spewing, scenery-chewing beasts with some sort of nuclear exchange thing fueling their spleen. tarring everyone in a room with the same brush is fun sometimes, but ultimately pointless (unless you are a troll, then this works into that nuclear exchange thing). I'm sure the discovery that the action-figure kidnapping was a hoax emboldened a lot of people here into thinking they're smarter than they actually are, but the sad fact remains that they're more conspiracy theorists than actual detectives. As such, asking them for proof is pretty much an exercise in futility. you're responding to the trolls, not Rusty or the more thoughtful posters. but hey - if it's fun, carry on. Do I believe it's a hoax? No. Not yet anyways. I haven't seen anything suggesting it is, and the fact these criminals kidnap and murder anyone shows that it doesn't matter who's kidnapped. you'd be right about the Islamofascists, if they are behind this. what you've said is probably the only thing I would claim to know about them. Rusty is the expert. am I convinced of a hoax? it looks odd, that's for sure, but if anything, I think this woman has been hoodwinked into thinking it will be a useful hoax, and I fear that she will be woefully disabused when the captors find they have no more use for her, other than to prove they will put any infidel to the sword to maintain the fear and demonstrate their power and resolve. nonetheless, if she has cooperated, she is part of the hoax. Although I'm sure that if this turns out to be a hoax, you'll probably see half-a-dozen people suddenly exclaim how "right" they were. well, so? they will have been, but that doesn't make them smart or respectable or reliable. me? I'll be glad if she escapes with her life, sad if not, but bad behavior like hoaxes is like trolls - sometimes amusing, sometimes just a waste of energy to acknowledge, and sometimes tragically sad. but it should be unmasked when it attempts to weild political clout, because it ushers in anarchy.

43 Sure looks and sounds like a fake job to me too.

44 tee bee, Good points made on your third paragraph. Thanks for using your head in replying. Also, the people on here who will claim they were "right" about this being a hoax if it is one won't be "right," they'll have been lucky. Big difference.

45 okay, V, you win. not that that's what was implied with "that doesn't make them smart or respectable or reliable." have fun with the trolls! invert the nuclear reactor that is mindless energy expense! hey... the greenies should get on this one. think of the global warming coming from all that energy - think of the potential for meltdown!

46 Venum has a soft head. Much like an over ripe peach.

47 Your blog says she was released. Where did you get that info from? No one else says she has been released! These terrorists kill even their own Muslim fellows, why wouldn't they kill her? I think you guys are going a little overboard with the conspiracy theories! It's war and it sucks. EVERYONE kills.

48 Ahhhh! Where's Dr Jack Shepard when you need him?

49 I thought this woman was a fraud all along. She is an enemy of the U.S. and has never been anything else. I doubt if she was really kidnapped in the first place, because it all seemed so staged from the start. Besides, she's on their side, and they know who their friends are. Seeing as how she and the people in the car with her tried to run a checkpoint and one of them got shot, the negotiator, coincidentally, it's starting to look even weirder. Somehow I don't think the negotiator was in on the hoax, and considering that he died from a single gunshot wound to the temple, I bet he was murdered to make it look real, or possibly they planned on getting themselves killed at the checkpoint in order to die as anti-American martyrs. Oh, and one more thing, leftists are a bunch of retards, or as Lenin called them, "useful idiots".

50 Maximus, you are an idiot for which a lack words to describe. Call the nurse to take you back you your room.

51 Lots of keyboard wankers here, to bad ya gots ya head in the sand about said commie. Can't tell what's right or wrong, can't see things for what they really are. Most likely due to ya game playing 24/7, I'm in my own world thinking, I control ya thoughts...LMSAO, ya right. Pot Luck behind the keyboards, whom never leave their own backyards. Out Of The Inner Circle

1 I think all the outrage in this country is focused on some fake reporter and some fake ad on a gay singles site. Yeah, priorities are good things... I guess we are more like the rest of the world than anyone thought.

2 I am so damn sick of Europe. I have to go to the land of cowards on business and you know what i think i will do? Not only will I leave a big american crap on the bathroom floor, I think I may only eat at McDonalds on the Champs. F THE FRENCH.

3 Why has it to be an issue if they do a march for Giuliana Sgrena and not for Roy? After all she is against the war in Iraq, and the Europeans who were against the war, they did not oppose the war because they are cowards but because they did not want to help carry an illegal invasion and robbery of a sovreign country. What the terrorists are doing is horrible, but it is America who fired the first shot on Iraq, no actually the second! Those horrible terrorist activities started because the US are there, so it's the US fault, it's the US who created these monster. The Us is to blame as much as the terrorists. I am really amused when Americans point the finger at the terrorists and say that what they are doing is worse than what the US military did in Abu Ghraib prison... As, if the terrorists are committing such horrible acts we should then condone the Americans who are committing cleaner crimes, like killing civilians with artillery or by dropping bombs. Crimes are crimes, and murders are murders, which ever way they are carried, horrific or civilized, at the end the result is the same... it's killing, period! I pray that they release Giuliana from the bottom of my heart, may god protect her from any harm! amaen!

4 I thought that it was awesome that all those Italians marched for their hostage ...and we seem to forget and stay silent for our hostages, it saddens me that they showed such strong support but I am doing all I can to help save Roy and I am proud of my daughters and their sad sweet efforts. I hear their pain every day and frequently wish I could go look for Roy. WE love and miss you and pray for your safe return . All things are possible if you believe. God Bless ...Susan Hallums thank you God... for the kind people that have shown their love and prayers.

5 Keep praying for Roy

1 Spelled "Ransom" wrong.

2 Doh...thanks. Stupid job distracting me.....

1 "Sgrena Hostage Hoax" Well that statment is Just A LITTLE EXTREAME..............oh but wait......her Father was a Communist and (therefor)it MUST be a hoax I mean WHAT OTHER explaination could there POSSIBLY be? HMMMMMMMMMMM.....Prehaps she REALLY DID get kiddnapped.................................................WOW what a novel idea!

2 Yes, maybe.

3 Who cares? After all our soldiers are only there to steal jewels and money. Right! Jewels and money? But the moonbats say they are starving and poor? How does one steal jewels and money from the starving and poor?

1 Lynne Stewart is lucky she wasnt tried for TREASON!!! Thank god a jury saw through her ridiculous defense and did the right thing. Our only hope is that they throw the book at her and let her rot in prison! M.W.

2 I applaud the jury for their courage and their integrity. I pray the judge will get some of both,

3 Maybe there is hope after all....I was shocked at the verdict, only because I thought she would get away with it. Thankfully she didn't!

4 The MSM neglects to point out that she was convicted by a jury of her peers. That's pretty damning in itself. They make it seem like some Bush appointee convicted her.

5 The MSM has not reported *news* for 60 years, if they ever did. The MSM reports what they want us to think as Rathergate proved this is frequently a flat out lie. Same with the reporting 37 years ago on the violation of the Tet ceas fire by the NVA/ChiCom.

6 The fact that she is connected with Ramsey Clark, William Kuntsler and International ANSWER which is affiliated with the World Workers Party explains some of the jargon that she uses...she approves “directed violence,” which – as she explained to the New York Times – “would be violence directed at the institutions which perpetuate capitalism, racism and sexism.” The World Trade Center for instance. At the National Lawyers Guild annual convention last year she attacked the US as having “a poisonous government that spreads its venom to the body politic in all corners of the globe,” and raised a glass to her heroes: “Ho and Mao and Lenin, Fidel …” and of course Che Guevara whom she quoted: “At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love.” Some love. Hope she finds some in prison.

7 Broads like Lynne Stewart are the reason ugly chicks should wear Burkas. Did she ever once wash her hair? Anyone see her husband? Imagine. He plows into that. I think Im going to be sick. I am sure however, that she will find hot,sweet love in jail.

1 "In house experts" How many of those are there?

1 1. It's an insurance scam. 2. You can bet that she has a book deal line up.

2 Dude, I'll take that bet.

3 Commie Skank- Probably faked the entire thing. I hope she gets crabs.

4 Obsnooks made me laugh out loud. Crabs? Man, that's cold.

5 My pleasure. Commie girls always get the crabs.

6 "Crabs"--snork

7 Proprio simpatici... Anyway, she survived, but the italian agent who saved her was shot by _your_ troops... Iraq is a dangerous place, isn't it?

8 Ck, ck. They got shot after peacefully passed several American checkpoints on their way to the Baghdad airport. This outrageous incident has underlined what was already known to many - U.S. checkpoints or convoys should be avoided. Shoot first, ask later, eh?

9 CERDOS AMERICANOS, ASESINOS DE MIERDA; PERVERTIDOS,OJALA EL MUNDO SE LEVANTE CONTRA VOSOTROS. BUSH Y TODOS VOSDOTROS AL INFIERNO. TANTA RELIGION Y NO LEER LA APOCALIPSIS, PARA RECONOCEROS: SOIS LA RENCARNACION DEL MAL A LA MIERDA TANTO HABLAR DE LIBERTAD Y DEMOCRACIA Y NO DAROS CUENTA QUE SOIS PEORES FASCISTAS QUE ADOLFO HITLER

10 Let's see. Kidnapped for 30 days....makes an impassioned plea for Italy to remove troops...... Oh, wait a minute, she works for an ultra-left publication. Other, real hostages, get beheaded. Sounds like she set the whole thing up. The blame for the security officer's death lies squarely on her shoulders.

11 EUROPE BASHER ERES UN CERDO AMERICANO QUE TE DEN POR EL CULO OJALA LOS CHINOS REINVENTEN LA CAMARA DE GAS Y OS METEN A TODOS CERDOS AMERICANOS

12 Eva Braun, You suck

13 Giuliana Sgrena's capture was staged. Her and the driver were attempting to commit suicide and become martyrs. Unfortunately she survived, but the truth will be coming out.

14 She blatantly stated that all Americans were war hungry, or something of the such. She's obviously never been outside of her own leftist liberal circles. I feel sorry for her. She'll never know anything beyond what she wants to see and hear. Every single soldier, American or not, is making a personal sacrifice by being there. They're leaving family and friends behind to ensure the safety and freedom of the Iraqi's as best as they possibly can. People like this reporter overshadow the heroes, so they're never known... The sarcrifices they make are never known. I'm fed up with our soldiers getting the ass-end of every news report for following orders.

15 Eva Braun, eres tu que es el puerco..tu y la familia communista cobardes tuyo...muere en tu propio mierda...its a shame they couldnt kill that commie pig sgrena...and the sad thing is ultra-lefty europe will dig all her words up as if gold.

1 Just chop the communist bitches head off already!!!! She has had her fifteen minutes of fame.

2 Don't be so quick to judge there WHITEY

3 mm, appears whitey's 5 min of fame "expired".