Invaded, defeated, and subjugated at last, with nary a shot fired.

The Enemy Within: Muslim Migrants Who Keep Their Evil Ideology
Many Muslim illegal migrants who move to Western nations are happy to take welfare and benefit from our greater material prosperity yet retain their barbaric Islamic ideology. This is the enemy within.

Not all, of course, but too many Muslim immigrants to Western countries (especially the males) aim to turn those countries into Islamic sharia hellholes too. They import their misogyny, violence, hatred, and sexual perversion from their Muslim nations straight to their new homes. Take two recent stories, one from America and one from the UK.

Islamic sacred texts and biographies of Muhammad testify to the fact that he sexually consummated his marriage with little Aisha when she was only nine years old. Thus, child brides are not uncommon in a number of Muslim countries. And if one Islamic scholar has his way, that will be true in the U.S. too.

From MEMRI:

In a recent question and answers session following a Christian-Muslim debate held at North Carolina State University, North Carolina Islamic scholar Abdullah Khadra defended the Prophet Muhammad’s marriage to Aisha when she was still a child. In Islam it is understood that “you can marry a child, but you can never have a [physical] relationship with her until she is psychologically and physically able,” he said, adding that in some countries, girls reach maturity at a young age, and that “in our community [in the U.S.’]… we have girls in grade 5 who reach maturity, reach puberty.”

He further justified the practice by saying that historically, the age of marriage in the U.S. was once 9 years of age… “If a father is loving and wants to give his [underage] daughter in marriage to someone who is righteous – well, if the Prophet was here, everyone would love to do that, and give his daughter to the Prophet… It can be 9 years old, 8 years old.“

Bukhari 7.62.88 says, “The Prophet wrote the (marriage contract) with Aisha while she was six years old and consummated his marriage with her while she was nine years old and she remained with him for nine years.” Muhammad was reportedly 54 at the time.

Hence, some Muslim scholars and Sharia experts say there is no minimum age for a girl to be married. And of course rape and concubinage are also allowed in Islam. There’s no mystery as to why many European cities with large Muslim migrant populations suddenly see an increase in sexual crimes.

As you might expect, the UK example is if anything even more chilling, more blood-curdling, more obscenely repulsive, than the above passage—the UK perennially being about ten-fifteen years or so ahead of us down this glum, bitter road we’ve stupidly decided to tag along behind them on. Bottom line? Depressing as all hell.

Islam is inherently a religion wholly incompatible with ideals of freedom, equality, and rational justice. The West needs to wake up to that reality before it’s too late.

And there you have it, folks: the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

No Western nation dedicated, however half-assedly, to the lofty aspirational concepts of ordered liberty; equality of opportunity (not outcome); the rational administration of in the main impartial, practicality-oriented justice; and the uniquely American principle of a citizen’s right to be left the hell alone by meddlesome princes, potentates, kommissars, and overzealous authoritarian fanatics wittingly accepts the establishment of the pre-conditions necessary for Pisslam to flourish unchecked within its borders.

While any government may (or may not) freely choose to tolerate Islamic worship services for those desirous of participating in such ritual niceties, that government ought not to be granting any special dispensations, indulgences, or wink-nudge exemptions to its Moslem constituents based solely on his preferred religious practices and beliefs. Indeed, if said government hopes to survive intact for very long, it cannot, it must not. Through precisely such ill-advised moderation, tolerance, and forbearance—NONE of which fine and admirable qualities have Moslems ever been known to reciprocally extend to non-Moslem unfortunates trapped in their terrible thrall, not even once—do burgeoning, vibrant societies doom themselves to eventual extinction.

By the same token any Moslem, no matter how devout he might be, collared for violating American law—ANY law—must be duly indicted, tried, and if convicted punished—period, full stop, end of story. Under no circumstances should Islam, the Koran, or sharia ever be permitted to impinge upon US legal deliberations, debates, or official courthouse proceedings.

Yes, we can certainly tolerate Moslems living, praying, and worshipping among us without necessarily placing our lives, our society, and our very way of life itself in serious jeopardy—so long, that is, as they in turn will agree to keep

• Their empty heads down
• Their fat yaps shut
• Their religious practices and preachifying peaceably contained within the thick stone walls of the local mosque
• Their disrespectful bellyaching about America, Americans, Christians, Jews, “Palestine,” and modernity itself

…strictly to themselves and fellow like-minded Muzzrats. Not a comprehensive list, I reckon, but a good start all the same.

The great, big BUT you all doubtless knew was coming: You scraggly-ass primitives start in to raising any kind of ruckus in the name of the Pedophile Prophet of Allah the Munificent, All-Wise, All-Knowing, and All-Powerful, on the other hand, and that’s a wrap, we’re all done here—straight on back to Djibouti or Brunei or Yemen or wherethehellever with ye, Achmed. You, and your whole fam damily right along with ya, friend. In this game you’re only allowed one strike, then you are out. Just you try to sneak on back in here and just see what happens to you and yours, bub. I do hereby solemnly swear to you, on the graves of everybody I ever truly loved and/or cared for, that you won’t like it. Not even a little bit, you won’t.

Alas for stiff-upper-lipped Brit countryside village-dwellers who don’t live in or anywhere near London, Birmingham, Manchester, or Leicester, among other Moslem-overrun English municipalities (and wouldn’t dream of living in those places if you paid ‘em by the hour to), forever-loyal subjects of the now-tarnished Crown who proudly uphold the traditional Ainglish standards of living; speaking; recreating; puttering about in their tiny gardens; interacting with fellow Ainglishters—all of them stubbornly keeping the Old Faith right down to the old-fashioned names they bestow on their children (Tommy, Ian, Nigel, Constance, Penelope, Courtney Bigglesford-Smythe, or Pongo Twistleton-Twistleton, forsooth, as opposed to future Prime Minister and Chancellor of the Exchequer Amir al Hasan Malik ArglebarglehoooockPTOOEYDeathToAmerica—your bog-standard English half-a-wog born and reared in Old Blighty whose English pronunciations, sentence structure, and syntax somehow bear a heavy Paki-flavored accent but whose ingrained fondness for overstarched, wing-collar dress shirts; baggy pinstriped slacks in quiet grey, midnight blue, or basic black; eyeball-blisteringly white spats; and the obligatory monocle dangling from its delicate gold chain, left free to cheerfully slap to and fro against one side of his bespoke, tastefully-unpretentious waistcoat distinguishes him from his long-forgotten relatives hailing from the remote mountain-cave-homes of faraway Khyber-Pakhtunkhwa province).

The vast majority of England’s native populace having foolishly allowed themselves to grow weak, lazy, narcissistic, and complacent since the end of WW2, it’s already much too late for Once-Great Britain to save itself from the awful, ignoble destiny awaiting it under the unmerciful sway of its driven, focused, fanatical Moslem overlords. More alas and worse, this is likewise fastly becoming the situation on the ground in many parts of the FUSA as well: Dearborn, Buffalo, Minneapolistan, all too many others.

When a nation has so thoroughly auto-enfeebled itself via the poison-pill triumvirate of decadence, juvenile self-absorption, and loss of national purpose, pride, and will that it can no longer rouse itself to mount even a token resistance against a bold as brass, openly avowed threat of being imminently swept away into the briny deep by a powerful rip-tide of barbaric savages supremely disinterested in American history, customs, and values—whose sole interest in not only the US or UK but Western Civ from stem to stern is to see the whole kit and kaboodle fundamentally transformed (by hook, crook, spray ’n’ pray battle-rifle fusillades, wildly-careening rental straight-trucks running down—as if the unjustly-truncated lives of those poor victims of the Pisslamic murder-junkie mindset mattered no more than an average-sized suburban lawn’s worth of uncut crabgrass—casual strollers, sightseeing tourists, and other total innocents on sidewalks and/or traffic-snarled streets all over Europe), and the judicious placement of whacking great gobs of Semtex, C6, and/or TNT) into another archetypical Islamic shitpit, the pitiable denizens of which blighted hellhole to all be duty-bound under threat of torture and/or slow, agonizing death to 1) pore over, internalize, then act upon the loony-toony depredations spelled out in Mo-Mo the Mad Arab’s Bloody Li’l Murder Book; 2) to disseminate the teachings of Allah’s Chief Prophet as far and wide as possible; 3) lastly, to vigorously prosecute His Glorious jihad to its victorious conclusion—all and every of the world’s last remaining infidels to afterwards be crushed into a smooth, pinkish paste within the unforgiving mailed fist of sharia law, as expressly delineated in the Koran—primordial savages whose stolid faith in their own essential righteousness is so imperturbable they disdain any suggestion of disguising or downplaying their staggeringly abominable plans for the unworthy, grunting khuffir slobs the smelly schmatta ’n’ sandals-clad acolytes of the “Religion” Of Pieces are so intently hellbent on defeating, debasing, and bodily demolishing—what other result might a person realistically expect than humiliating defeat for all us lotus-eating curs whom Allah, in his illimitable wisdom, has condemned to eternal imprisonment in the dingy, dank dungeons of the Dar al Harb?

Sorry folks, I can proffer to y’all no happy ending for this decidedly discomfiting tale. Many long years spent fruitlessly thumbing through the numbing, tedious pages of the Koran, Surah, and Hadiths has led me to reluctantly conclude that no such animule exists, and in all likelihood never really did. The Pisslamic scriptures are uniformly chaotic, nonsensical, patently the boobyhatch scribblings of a seriously diseased mind. Over and over again, the pseudo-bibles twist back on themselves to unhelpfully revisit certain themes and/or fantastical ideas—a lackwit’s failed attempt to make sense of a thing in which there’s simply no sense to be found. They constantly contradict themselves throughout, and are basically just as dull as dull can be.

If you’ve never read them before, I cannot in good faith recommend that you do now, they’re for all intents and purposes completely worthless, and will neither enlighten nor entertain you. They’re disorganized, mind-numbing, as boring as boring gets. Verily, they’re utterly devoid of relevance and meaning to anyone and anything beyond that sorry passel of mouthbreathing Dark-Ages throwbacks most mulishly determined to conjure relevance and meaning where no such thing exists.

I’ve known only a cpl-three Moslems throughout my adult (!!) life, but without fail, every time I’d get into a thankfully brief, leisurely chit-chat about nothing much with them this was the thought I couldn’t keep from running through my mind the entire conversation: “My GOD, dude says he’s a Moslem! Without a blush, without a sorrowful shake of the head, a shrug of the shoulders, or one single whiff of embarrassment, he freely, knowingly owns up to it! He actually believes all that ridiculous twaddle in the Koran, he must do, how could he NOT believe it?!? How could any sane, even halfway intelligent person publicly admit to being as retarded as all that? Jeez O Pete, his shoelaces seem to be laced and tied correctly, his fly is zipped all the way up, his T-shirt isn’t on backasswards—did he have somebody else do that stuff for him or what? Lord a’mighty, oh please oh please ohpleasepleasepleasePLEASE, you gotta get me outta here! NOW, please!!”

Should some wet-brained Moslem ever enthusiastically commend these case-bound dumpster fires to your attention hoping that reading them might inspire you to convert, best thing for you to do is to run like the proverbial deer away from the sub-moron; any direction will do, until sufficient distance has been put between you that you can neither hear nor see the fucking imbecile anymore. Run, I say, run! Run like the wind, run like you really mean it, run like the po-leece were after you! Run like a lazy old hound-dog with a string of empty cans tied to his tail!! Run like your hair was on fire, run as if all the hounds of Hell were snapping at your heels!! Run fast, run far, keep on running ’til you just can’t run no more!!! Don’t look back, boy, just…RUN!!!!

However, I DO have a wee dram of advice for all concerned—to wit, MIKE’S IRON LAW OF EXISTENTIAL WARFARE: The enemy you don’t, or won’t, resist to the uppermost limits of your strength is the enemy which will ultimately defeat you.

And now, to add this latest MIL entry to the steadily-lengthening list on which it surely belongs.