Muslims listen to rap music?

Again we come back to the idea that the Neo Mohammedans are changing the system.  I came about these two at the Tempe Market Place parading around a flyer to see a famous rapper live.  What was most surprising was how open and talkative they were about the situation.

"Man he is the dopest rapper out there" said the one on the right, who I have tagged as Subject ID # 0786.  "He is like a lyrical genius, and I love to listen to him bust those rhymes" he continued.  The subject had no reservation or fear at all speaking about his love for music, perhaps due to there being no other Mohammedans around accept for the one in the photo.  Oddly enough, when I asked them if I could take a photo, they did not decline, but rather smiled and embraced it, without even asking me what I would use it for, how foolish these two are.  Perhaps I will not keep the subject in consideration for future records, as he seems to be to "wet behind the ears" to what is really the goal of the Mohammedans, the destruction of America.

Subject Id # 0786 had little to no reservation at all about discussing his musical tastes and adventures, as he fancied himself to be something of an audiophile.   This stood in complete contradiction to everything I have ever heard about Mohammedans.  They are supposed to hate music, and happiness, and things that make you enjoy life, next to protestants, they are the most life hating people I have ever encountered, which is what is making this Neo Mohammedan movement so interesting to me. 

The other subject in the photo did not say much, as he was more guarded and reserved, so I have not bothered to tag him for record purposes.  I am hoping that between here, the Tempe Market Place, and the Hookah cafe that I have recently been to, I will continue to learn more about this Neo Mohammedan movement, as it seems to be expanding quite quickly, and more disturbing, they are becoming more like us.  Talking to women, allowing women to leave the home, men in the kitchen, listening to music, wow these Neo Mohammedans!  

Reported 11/26/2011 -  Donald Rascal  

Muslims like to burn teddy bears?

I was strolling along my local Wal-Mart, where all good and decent Americans go to shop, when I came upon another startling situation.  I saw that there was a pack of Mohammedans buying a wealth of teddy bears, but not just any teddy bears, these were "support our troops" teddy bears.  I found it rather odd that they were buying something that would support our troops, as we all know, the Mohammedans want nothing more than to kill all our troops.  It appeared that they were also buying miles of yellow nylon rope, so I decided it would most certainly be a good idea to survey these individuals.  I was not able to install a tracking on any of them, as I did not want to get too close, but I was able to overhear the plan they had devised. 

It was to be that these support our troops bears were to be used as a form of festivity lighting, as in they were all going to be hung and set aflame.  The Mohammedans had decided that it would be a great investment in time to take all these from the shelves and use them for their own sick and savage reasons.  I wondered why it was that they would do something so stupid, surely the dirtiest of dirt farmers would understand that buying these would still be supporting our troops.  About the time I came to this conclusion I overheard what they were planning.

"I will go to the register and make a scene, you go out to the back and wheel these out to the car" said one of the savages.  The other two grunted, and proceeded to the back of the store, where I can only assume the car was waiting for what would be a theft of these teddy bears.  The leader of the pack went to the front of the store, and began to speak in broken English to the worker at the register.

"Where can I find Mr. Coke" he said to her.

"Mr. Coke" she replied with a question in her voice.

"MR. COKE" he said with a little more irritation in his tone.

"Oh dear lord, I think you might be confused, are you asking for Coca Cola or Mr. Pibb" the lady responded with a sweet sound to her smile.

"Listen, I am not some dirt farmer you can just treat as a second class citizen" replied the leader in a hostile voice, alarming the cashier.  "I was born in this country and love my US of A.  You cannot talk down to me like I am a American hating dirt farmer, I demand to speak to your supervisor, and demand that you give me a Mr. Coke".

The cashier was startled at this point, and the leader had made enough noise as to draw all attention to the front of the store, far away from the rest of the pack who were busy making it out the door with the teddy bears.

"Is there a problem here" said the Assistant Manager.

"This Islamophobe here has called me a dirt farmer and treated me like a terrorist because of the color of my skin.  I am a Christian, I celebrate Christmas, I buy many presents for my family, I watch fox and I am a good American, she cannot treat me this way" exclaimed the leader. 

"Well I am dearly sorry sir, what can we do to right the situation for you" said the Assistant Manager, as shocked as the cashier at his temper and rage.

"I do not know, I will call the ACLU, I know people who will put your racist organization underground, you cannot treat me this way, I am not a dirt farmer, I am an American, I am a Christian, I love my god Christ, I will tell the news of what you have done today" the leader continued to exclaim.

"Jenny quickly go get this man what he asked for" the Assistant Manager said to the cashier.

"He asked for Mr. Coke" she replied to the Assistant Manager.

"I did not do no such thing.  There is no Mr. Coke, you are just a racist and think I am a dirt farmer like you said" the leader yelled.  At this point everyone had moved to the front of the store and the two Mohammedans who had gone to the back had taken off already.

"There is nothing you can do, I want this racist fired, I am calling ACLU, you will face great trouble for treating me this way" the leader said as he made his way to the front door.

About that moment Jenny began to cry, and the Assistant Manager yelled at her while at the same time chasing after the leader.  How very smart of the Mohammedans to use Islamophobia against us.  They are getting smarter, more organized.  Maybe I am wrong about this Neo Mohammedan movement, or maybe I am dead on.  One thing is for certain, many bears will be lost in this War tonight, but it is a small price to pay if we can identify a few more of these radical Islamics.

Reported 11/22/2011 -  Donald Rascal 

Muslims and the retarded

While walking through Wal-Mart the other day, I stumbled on this less than par subject, for one reason or another I have assigned him a number, Subject ID # 0786.  I say less than par because he is obviously suffering from some type of a mental disability of sorts.  When I found him, he was struggling to get into this costume, apparently of Scooby. His biggest issue was getting the bottom section over his diaper.  I began to wonder to myself where his guardians were at, certainly no right minded person would leave a retard like this out in the open to harm the public.  Then I realized we are not talking about right minded people, we are talking about Mohammedans.  I asked this subject a few questions, such as where I might find his caregivers, or what he was doing here, to which he responded, "I is a dog, Scooby dooby doo".  I do not think that I will be following this subject for any further research, possibly for the observation of how Mohammedans treat the handicapped, but other than that, any information he may contribute would serve to destroy the credibility of my findings in this Neo Mohammedan movement.  As I was getting ready to notify a store attendant, his older brother came up, not paying much attention to me, but rather more concerned as to what his brother was doing. 

I came to understand that they were there to gather supplies for Thanksgiving, perhaps to take the much needed supplies from us Americans... could it be a Neo Mohammedan plot to buy out all the Thanksgiving supplies before we have gotten around to shopping?  I will touch on this in just a moment as to why I think this may have been the case.  Are they planning some event on this blessed Turkey Day?  I decided that it would be of good value at this point to at least get a visual record of Subject ID # 0786 for future occurrences.  As I turned to take his photo it was then I was certain that he was in fact a retard.  He was standing there saluting his reflection in the mirror, now thinking that he was a GI JOE. 

As they began to circle the store, the Mohammedans began to amass all the napkins, paper plates, plastic cutlery, and other much needed supplies for Turkey Day.  Any rational person may have concluded that they were just preparing for another picnic, but I am more intellectual and scholarly in the field of these Neo Mohammadans, and I can only conclude that they are attempting to take this much needed holiday from us.  Thanksgiving is a day we can all unite and celebrate that we have successfully killed 2.5 million of them Mohammedans, all the while only losing 6,000 of our own.  God is great, they got that right, too bad it is the wrong God!

Reported 11/19/2011 -  Donald Rascal  

Muslims like to consume Apple products

I was walking about the old stomping grounds the other day when I came across this Mohammedan female.  She was caring a box and walking around the shopping plaza alone.  At first I figured she may have strayed from her owner, but after a few moments of observation I came to the conclusion that she was in fact there alone.  I began to follow her, taking inventory of her dress, stature, and attitude.  She started to walk more quickly, and continued to do so until we were out of the shopping center altogether.  I stopped her, yelling to her, "Ass lam likum" or whatever it is that they say, and she turned to look at me with a look of confusion.  She did not approach me, but rather said to me "walikum salaam" in such a low voice I could barely hear her, while she at the same time refused to make eye contact with me, but rather watched me with her peripheral vision.  I began to close in on her, but each step I took towards her she would take another from me.  It appears that this was not a Neo Mohammedan, but rather an all natural Islamic, born and raised.  I understood that I was not going to get any closer, so I began to raise my voice and ask her questions real slowly.

"WHERE IS YOUR OWNER"

She looked at me with this confused look.

"WHERE IS THE MAN WHO BOUGHT YOU", while I made the symbol of money in my hand.

Again she looked at me confused.

"ARE YOU LOST, ARE YOU ALONE"

It was then that she opened her bag and showed me what she had left the house for, her new iPhone.  I thought to myself, "Well I'll be damned".  The Mohammedans like Apple, hell so do I, I use a Macbook when I go to Starbucks to write these reports.  Thanks to all the yuppie kids who have the same devices I can just easily blend in to the crowd.

 "VERY GOOD, I HAVE ONE TOO", I said as I took my phone from my pocket.   

This must have startled her as she began to run off again, perhaps she thought that I was going to take something else out of my pocket.  Twice in two days I have encountered the Mohammedans, and yet no progress has been made with my initial three subjects, nor new subjects acquired.  I am going to have to start showing some results soon, or I will never see my Canon, nor will I be working on this project much longer.

I called Lexi to see if she was in the area, and sure enough she as about a mile away, so I asked that she survey the area for this natural Mohammedan, with any luck, she will pinpoint the location and we can begin surveillance.

Reported 11/16/2011 -  Donald Rascal 

Muslims engage in violence for fun!

I had been informed that a place I may want to check out was a local Hookah lounge that was Muslim owned.  Upon arrival I was able to see that this was for sure a treasure trove of Muslim activity.  Each person had their own respective Hookah, which to my understanding has been forbidden in Mohammedanism.  While between puffs of this putrid smelling tobacco, they were engaging in arguments about who had the better gun, who had the better car, or who had the better "gear" which was slang for clothing.  It was like a scene from Jersey Shore, each of the Muslims looked as if they had been backed golden, with gelled back hair, half of them on steroids, and unanimously they were all driving cars that were at least $50,000 or more.  Ed Hardy, Affliction, and other brands of clothing were prevalent. However, unlike most American youth, I was able to tell which were the boys and which were the girls.  The women certainly did not act like any women I had seen in the Mohammedan movement.  As opposed to being subservient to their respective owners, these women were shouting and singing to the ever so loud music, getting up and dancing, and arguing with the men, even calling them names.  I know that if we were in Saudi, these women would be flogged and shot on site for such acts. 

Being that each of these supposed Mohammedans, who looked as if they were at a night club, had guns with them, I decided it best to play it low key.  None of my current subjects were in the area, and I was not going to dare ask if they were perhaps heard of, as I did not know their names.  I decided the best way to blend in and observe was to order a hookah and sit back myself.  Getting service in this place was amazingly difficult, perhaps because they knew I was an outsider, or perhaps, I think, because Mohammedans in general seem to have no understanding of customer service.  I was finally served a hookah from a baboon who looked as if he had just landed here from Afghanistan, and I began to smoke.  The feeling was awful, and the smell that accompanied it was even worse.  I thought for sure I was going to vomit, and that it would be best to just pretend to smoke while I observed this treasure trove.

It was at that time that I heard an uproar of yelling and anger.  It appeared that there had been a tie in a card game between two of the patrons. This all struck me as odd, I thought that gambling was wrong in Mohammedanism, this must be the Neo Mohammedanism headquarters I thought to myself.  Quickly before there could be any chance to calm the situation, one of the subjects had drawn out his weapon and was threatening the other in Arabic, causing me to regret having not kept up on my Arabic skills over these last years.  The next thing I knew the second one took off his shirt and spit on the first subject, causing an uproar of chaos.  Finally in a brief moment of clarity, one of the women said "if either of you were real men you would arm wrestle and take me home as the victor".  Being the savages that they are, the Mohammedans began to prepare for the Arm Wrestle.   The first put his shirt back on as the crowd gathered, and put away his gun, and the second wiped the spit off his shirt.  They then sat across from each other and began to Arm Wrestle, just like we would.  Cheering erupted from both sides, and when it looked as if one would win the other would pull back.  This must have gone on for quite a while, long enough for the female who had made the claim that the winner could "take her home" to evade the scene.  Finally a winner was concluded, and as he looked for his spoil of war and came to realize he had been fooled, he of course drew his gun again and began shouting in Arabic.  I am not sure what he said, again, my Arabic skills are not as they used to be.  I decide that this would be the best time for me to make haste and get out of the situation.  I slipped a twenty under my hookah and quickly yet quietly proceeded to make my exit.  This is no environment for one man alone to observe the Neo Mohammedan movement, and I will have to set up surveillance in this location soon, so as to gather more photos, hopefully to see my subjects again.

 Reported 11/14/2011 -  Donald Rascal

Muslims showing public display of affection?

I was out and about this last week, tracking my various subjects and their respective activities in every day life.  Subject ID # 2241 has been very peculiar of his windows and doors, looking behind himself often, as has his wife, so I may have blown my cover there, perhaps with some time they will come to forget about the "random flash" outside their window that night.  Subject ID # 1114 has not shown up to the locality in which I initially encountered her, so there has been little progress.  Lexi has been persistent in trying to find her, but it has yielded little results, as she is not trained in subject tracking like I.  Subject ID # 7783 appears to use his restroom at a minimum of 5 times a day, only to wash himself, in the sink?  He takes a shower in the morning and the evening, but at other various times through out the day he uses the sink to wash himself.  I can only conclude that he is obsessive compulsive.

While out this week I have noticed an interesting phenomenon that I am only logically able to draw the conclusion of being this Neo Mohammedan movement in action.  I have seen a startling rise in the number of Mohammedans who are showing public displays of affection, such as holding hands, giving hugs, and even slight kisses to each other in public.  From my experience working for Bush Sr., I was most certain that traditional Mohammedans did not do this.  In fact I was most assured that women did not leave the house, unless it was on fire, and even then they would seek the permission of the closest man nearby.  Public affection would certainly be punishable by stoning.  I thought I knew all there was to know about Mohammedans and their ways, but here in America, it appears that this Neo Mohammedan movement is creating a discourse in what the traditional Mohammedans practice, and what they are doing in America.  Now I see male Mohammedans in the kitchen, females out of the house and driving, coed outings and gatherings, and public displays of affection, what has come of Mohammedanism?

Sadly, in a final note for the post, I have broken my recently acquired Canon camera, in a drunken accident, so to say.  I was certainly irate after the accidental flash that blew my cover with subject ID # 2241, and while Captain Jack Daniels and I were spending some quality time together, my Canon took a spill, towards the wall.  I will hopefully have it fixed in the not too distant future and be able to submit more photos of the subjects, perhaps in display of this public affection.  My webcam in subject ID # 7783's restroom is still operative, but has yielded no interesting photos, or photos that I would want to show the viewers of this blog.  None the less, my efforts will prevail, and I will expose the Mohammedans for what they are, terror driven savages with a unified goal of controlling and overthrowing the US.  God bless our country!

Reported 11/9/2011 -  Donald Rascal

A Muslim male in the kitchen?

I was able to return and set up a proper surveillance across the building from Subject ID # 2241's home and was rather surprised at what I saw this evening.   I returned expecting to see that they were all still celebrating the subject's birthday, but no, there were no guests at all.  The nest itself had almost taken on a new identity.  The piles of garbage that had littered the floor were gone, as was the overwhelming pile of dishes to be done.  I can only assume that one of the guests had in passing mentioned to the subject that his wife was broken. 

What was even more interesting to me, was that the subject himself was cooking the food rather than the wife, as I would have also assumed.  This most assuredly has to be some sort of Neo Mohammedanism.  A male in the kitchen, cooking, I would have never thought.  I began to take some snap shots with my new Canon, and when I stopped to review the photos, they were not coming out in manner that would allow for one to identify the subject, or activities taking place.  I switched the red eye elimination off, and changed the contrast on the photo settings but that too was of no prevail.  I decided that perhaps I needed to open the lens in order to take in more light, so I delved into the settings and made the adjustment, or so I thought.

Upon taking the next photo I was panicked by the bright flash that filled the room I was in across the way, also causing alarm to ID # 2241, who quickly looked at me.  I was stuck in a "deer in the headlights" moment, wondering if I had been seen.  At that point the subject confirmed  my fears by proceeding to make obscene gestures as his demeanor changed from jubilant to something that I cannot describe, something that scared me so much I had to black out his face from the photo, for even looking at it in the photo brings terror into my soul!