Showing posts with label Moslem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moslem. Show all posts

Friday, May 2, 2025

Haiku Time

 




It's that contemplative time of the week when we sit back, gaze on the Feng Shui of our respective compounds and compose haikus. Remember them? They're short, beautiful, terse, evocative poems comprised of 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the next and 5 in conclusion. Let's get going. Inspired by Mike-C, I'll kick off:


England won the cup

It wasn't even Moslem

In the mists of time


"In" is perhaps weak, if center mass. Do feel free to suggest better verse and, of course, send in your own haikus. The challenge, dear friends, is on.


LSP

Thursday, October 14, 2021

Bow Jihad

 



Just when you thought 2021 couldn't get more weird and unhinged, a crazed convert to Islam went full Bow Jihad in Norway, killing five people in downtown Kongsberg last night. Yes, Bow Jihad, the Moslem fanatic killed four women and one man with his bow.

According to Norwegian tabloid Verdens Gang the Mohammedan killer is a 37 year Dane who lived in Norway his "whole life" and hadn't worked since the early 2000s. 




Police are attempting to find a motive for the killings, which couldn't be anything to do with a meteorite worshiping Moon cult because Islam's a religion of peace. Like a desert version of Buddhism but way, way more peaceful.




But how big is the Bow Jihad, how many unemployed Danes are lurking unknown in their koranic lairs, how to id the enemy? Good question. Here at the Compound we advise Norway to set up a series of DrawMo contests, irresistible to the Islamic archer, and then sit back and watch the problem meet its solution. Arrow, meet bullet.

In the meanwhile, stand by for anguished cries of "Islamophobia!" as yet another Moslem proves how peaceful the religion of Mohammad the warlord really is.

Kizmet,

LSP

Saturday, May 8, 2021

A Venetian Coronation

 



The Moslem fleet met its end at Lepanto and Western civilization was saved. Don Juan? Death light of Africa, love light of Spain. A glorious, supernatural, tempestuous, pneumatic, wind-driven victory. 

An exuberance of the Faith, if you like. In our own day the threat's no less real, perhaps more so. Swords about the Cross, are you in?



I'm up, just sayin,

LSP