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