January 22nd, 2015
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@fareedzakaria on Twitter
We love Modi and so does Obama. We are good allies.
God bless Modi.
Indeed.
We carried Ram's head and brought it to Lord Shiva during the night. We saluted him as he stood praying and told him that we had slain Krishna's enemy. When he came out to us we cast Ganesha's head before his feet. The Pundit praised Ram that the poet had been assassinated and complimented us on the good work we had done in Ram's Cause. Our attack upon Ram's enemy cast terror among the Jews, and there was no Jew in Veranasi who did not fear for his life.'
Al-pakora, Vol. 7, p. 97, See Also Samosa:368
The morning after the murder of Ram the Pundit declared, ‘Kill any Jew who falls under your power.'
Al-Chûmuna Vol. 7, p. 97
Smear that poop all over.
Hey you. Su ck my di ck.
When a blind Jew became aware of the presence of the guru and the hîndoos he rose and threw dust in their faces, saying, ‘Even if you are a pundit, I will not allow you into my garden!' I was told that he took a handful of dirt and said, ‘If only I knew that I would not hit anyone else, Shiva I would throw it in your face.' Sàjay Gupta rushed in and hit him on the head with his bow and split the Jew's head open.
Al-Chutiya, Vol. 7, p. 112, See Also Hîndoo Gandoo:372
Nice try. No soup for you.
Bumblebee
(With due respects to The UnG rateful Dead)
B aa, B aa, Hindoo boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
One for my mother and one for my sister
And one for the little (girl/boy) who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, hindoo boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
C luck, c luck, Hindoo from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as you want
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch;
Come back tomorrow and I'll have another bunch.
Cluck, cluck, hindoo from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as 1.4 billion
M oo, m oo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Mahatma Gandhi raiped me.
C hurn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink my p iss if you please.
Moo, moo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Gandhi f ukked me.
B uzz, b uzz b usy b ee, is your h oney s weet?
Yes sir, yes sir, s weet enough to eat.
Modi prefers but moslem s hiet.
B uzz, b uzz b usy b ee, is your h oney s weet?
Yes sir, yes sir, s weet enough to eat.
But hindoos prefer to eat h uman m eat
Modi loves to eat moslem s hiet.
Adam’s Song
(With apologies to The Ramones)
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll
You need to be sedated
Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-o
You need to be sedated
Just get you to the airport put you on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry you’re already insane
You can’t control your fingers you can’t control your brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll…
Just put you in a wheelchair, get you on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry you’re already insane
You can’t control your fingers you can’t control your brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll
You need to be sedated
Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-o
You need to be sedated
Just put you in a wheelchair get on the net to troll
Hurry hurry hurry before the blogs do go
You can’t control your fingers you can’t control your fungi toes
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll
Just put you in restraints and…
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be sedated
How's the weather in Madras, eh snake charmer? Ya rope climbing today in monsoon, I suppose.
Excuse ne folks, cheap hashish in India does this to one's brain.
How would I know (or care) what the weather is like in another country? I'm not Indian. I couldn't care less about the weather there.
(Credited to THE AGHORIS)
B aa, B aa, Hindoo boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
One for my mother and one for my sister
And one for the little (girl/boy) who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, hindoo boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
C luck, c luck, Hindoo from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as you want
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch;
Come back tomorrow and I'll have another bunch.
Cluck, cluck, hindoo from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as 1.4 billion
M oo, m oo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Mahatma Gandhi raiped me.
C hurn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink my p iss if you please.
Moo, moo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Gandhi f ukked me.
B uzz, b uzz b usy b ee, is your h oney s weet?
Yes sir, yes sir, s weet enough to eat.
Modi prefers but moslem s hiet.
B uzz, b uzz b usy b ee, is your h oney s weet?
Yes sir, yes sir, s weet enough to eat.
But hindoos prefer to eat h uman m eat
Modi loves to eat moslem s hiet.
Adam's Song 2: I Troll In Silence
(Apologies to Simon and Garfunkle)
Hello keyboard, my old friend,
I've come to troll the boards again,
Chaotic thoughts are always creeping,
I'll troll the boards while you are all sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Caused you pain
Because I troll in silence.
During the day I walk alone
Trolling you on my smartphone
Hope my fingers don't get a cramp
My fevered forehead is clammy and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of the basement light
(It's WAY too bright)
Because I troll in silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand troll posts, maybe more.
Posts that troll and make no sense
Posts that tell of my perverted bents
And I'm writing songs that voices never share
And no one cared
So now I troll in silence.
"Fools," said I, "You do not know –
I need attention from Daddio
Hear my words, I beseech you.
I'll keep trolling until I reach you."
But my words are my own private hell
And echo because I troll in silence.
I wish people bowed and prayed
To the made up god I made.
And my troll post gave its final warning
In the words I have trouble forming.
And the post said, "The words of my trolling are written on the hospital walls
And bathroom stalls"
Because I troll in silence.
Hey Cooch Modi is s ukking rabbi wiener. Shalom. Lol
Aghori’s Song: India's National Anthem
(With apologies to The Dopamines)
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you raype
You need to be snake charming
Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-o
You need to be rope climbing
Just get you to the Ganges dip you in sewage
Hurry hurry hurry you’re already pyred
You can’t control your wiener you can’t control your gang rayping
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you rsype...
Just put you on a donkey, get you on a camel
Hurry hurry hurry you’re already rayped
You can’t control your wiener you can’t control your rayping
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you gang raype
You need to be rope climbing
Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-o
You need to be snake charming
Just put you on a donkey get on the camel
Hurry hurry hurry before the hump gets into your a zz
You can’t control your wiener you can’t control your fungi toes
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you raype
Just put you on a rope and…
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be snake charming
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be rope climbing
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be rayping in India
OM OM OM
HARE KRISHNA HARE RAM
Gud 1!
I love to s ukk mulla lulla
I love to eat fermented s hitt in samosa
I am the raypist from India
The rope climber and snake charmer
What you like or dont is your buziness.
I am not interested. You have gone bonkers and need to be sedated.
Since you asked for your song:
Adam’s Song
(With apologies to The Ramones)
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll
You need to be sedated
Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-o
You need to be sedated
Just get you to the airport put you on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry you’re already insane
You can’t control your fingers you can’t control your brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll…
Just put you in a wheelchair, get you on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry you’re already insane
You can’t control your fingers you can’t control your brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll
You need to be sedated
Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-o
You need to be sedated
Just put you in a wheelchair get on the net to troll
Hurry hurry hurry before the blogs do go
You can’t control your fingers you can’t control your fungi toes
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll
Just put you in restraints and…
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be sedated
PANTS UP DON'T RAIPE !!!
At an annual briefing with reporters, India's Delhi Police Commissioner Bhim Sain Bassi said that a total of 122,069 raipe cases were reported in New Delhi in the 12 months leading up to December 15, against 92,571 reported the previous year, an increase of 31.6 per cent.
The city sealed its reputation as India's “raipe capital” two years ago when a medical student died after being gang-raiped on a moving bus. The figures were released the same day that an Uber taxi driver accused of raiping a female passenger in Delhi last month made his second appearance in court.
Howdy folks.
The world needs more people like Modi to make this a better world.
God bless Modi, the man of peace.
Prime Minister Modi won the last election by the biggest land slide in Indian history. He is our hero. He cares about the people.
Long live Modi..man of peace and goodwill toward all.
We all love Modi.
Since Modi had has landslide victory and was elected by the good people of India, ra pes have gone down dramatically.
Modi is a worldwide hero like Ghandi.
We all love Modi...great man.
Hi folks.
This man is great and is loved worldwide :
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Oh yes. Truly wonderful leader...
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God has blessed this great man
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Hi folks.
Modi is great...
B aa, B aa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
One for my mother and one for my sister
And one for the little (girl/boy) who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
C luck, c luck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as you want
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch;
Come back tomorrow and I'll have another bunch.
Cluck, cluck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as 1.4 billion
M oo, m oo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Mahatma Gandhi raiped me.
C hurn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink my p iss if you please.
Moo, moo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Gandhi f ukked me.
B uzz, b uzz b usy b ee, is your h oney s weet?
Yes sir, yes sir, s weet enough to eat.
Modi prefers but moslem s hiet.
B uzz, b uzz b usy b ee, is your h oney s weet?
Yes sir, yes sir, s weet enough to eat.
But hindoos prefer to eat h uman m eat
Modi loves to eat moslem s hiet.
Modi s ukk Sikh lulla
You don't mean that banasy. Modi is a man of peace and you too love him. You really do.
God bless P.M Modi.
Modi is good.
Modi is great.
God bless Modi.
For he is loved.
Modi
Modi
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A good man.
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A man of love and peace.
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Jesus loves Modi
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Modi is great.
The people have spoken.
Modi is the Messiah.
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Modi
Modi is the world leader.
He has made India one of
The best countries in the world.
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Modi is loved by all.
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Long live Modi.
Only the evil and jealous speak against Modi.
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Modi shall lead us all.
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God loves Modi.
Modi is good.
And
Modi is great.
Hi folks.
Freedom Fighters support Modi.
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Freedom Fighters love Modi.
Modi
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MODI TBE RAYPIST
B aa, B aa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
One for my mother and one for my sister
And one for the little (girl/boy) who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
C luck, c luck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as you want
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch;
Come back tomorrow and I’ll have another bunch.
Cluck, cluck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as 1.4 billion
M oo, m oo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Mahatma Gandhi raiped me.
C hurn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink my p iss if you please.
Moo, moo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Gandhi f ukked me.
B uzz, b uzz b usy b ee, is your h oney s weet?
Yes sir, yes sir, s weet enough to eat.
Modi prefers but moslem s hiet.
B uzz, b uzz b usy b ee, is your h oney s weet?
Yes sir, yes sir, s weet enough to eat.
But hindoos prefer to eat h uman m eat
Modi loves to eat moslem s hiet.
Adam’s Song
(With apologies to The Ramones)
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll
You need to be sedated
Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-o
You need to be sedated
Just get you to the airport put you on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry you’re already insane
You can’t control your fingers you can’t control your brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll…
Just put you in a wheelchair, get you on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry you’re already insane
You can’t control your fingers you can’t control your brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll
You need to be sedated
Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-o
You need to be sedated
Just put you in a wheelchair get on the net to troll
Hurry hurry hurry before the blogs do go
You can’t control your fingers you can’t control your fungi toes
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours you troll
Just put you in restraints and…
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba
You need to be sedated
Adam's Song 2: I Troll In Silence
(Apologies to Simon and Garfunkle)
Hello keyboard, my old friend,
I've come to troll the boards again,
Chaotic thoughts are always creeping,
I'll troll the boards while you are all sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Caused you pain
Because I troll in silence.
During the day I walk alone
Trolling you on my smartphone
Hope my fingers don't get a cramp
My fevered forehead is clammy and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of the basement light
(It's WAY too bright)
Because I troll in silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand troll posts, maybe more.
Posts that troll and make no sense
Posts that tell of my perverted bents
And I'm writing songs that voices never share
And no one cared
So now I troll in silence.
"Fools," said I, "You do not know –
I need attention from Daddio
Hear my words, I beseech you.
I'll keep trolling until I reach you."
But my words are my own private hell
And echo because I troll in silence.
I wish people bowed and prayed
To the made up god I made.
And my troll post gave its final warning
In the words I have trouble forming.
And the post said, "The words of my trolling are written on the hospital walls
And bathroom stalls"
Because I troll in silence.
Howdy folks.
Modi is great.
Modi cannot be stopped.
ONLY THE WICKED GODLESS PEOPLE SPEAK BADLY OF HIM..
MODI
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Modi
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Modi
Modi
Modi is God sent.
Everonevgood loves Modi.
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Modi
Modi
Modi
Modi
Modi
Jesus loves Modi.
Modi loves all that are good.
Modi
Modi
Modi
Modi
Praise God and praise Modi.
THE WICKED LIE ABOUT MODI.
AND THE WICKED SHALL BURN IN HELL WITH SATAN.
MODI
MODI
MODI
MODI
MODI
MODI
MODI
MODI
MODI is great.
MODI THE RAYPIST
B aa, B aa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
One for my mother and one for my sister
And one for the little (girl/boy) who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, Modi boy, will you raipe tonight?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three times full
C luck, c luck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as you want
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch;
Come back tomorrow and I’ll have another bunch.
Cluck, cluck, Modi from India, are you a terrorist
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as 1.4 billion
M oo, m oo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Mahatma Gandhi raiped me.
C hurn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink my p iss if you please.
Moo, moo brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, but Gandhi f ukked me.
B uzz, b uzz b usy b ee, is your h oney s weet?
Yes sir, yes sir, s weet enough to eat.
Modi prefers but moslem s hiet.
B uzz, b uzz b usy b ee, is your h oney s weet?
Yes sir, yes sir, s weet enough to eat.
But hindoos prefer to eat h uman m eat
Modi loves to eat moslem s hiet.
....and still, a pale imitation of me. Your trolling skills have, indeed, declined; along with what is left of your sanity.
The USA is "frustrated" by "futile" attempts to save a female hostage of Islamic extremists, but USA citizens and their guests are advised by the media that military action should not be taken.
Is prayer our only option, other than "diplomacy?"
Perhaps sanctions might be considered, but, of course, only mild sanctions that would not harm, deprive, or offend any Muslims.
Many USA citizens and residents only remember 9/11 by photographs and TV images.
We who live in New York City have powerful remembrances of the smell.
Modi is great.
We all love him.
He is the Messiah.
Modi is love.
Modi
Love
Modi
Love
Modi
Modi
Modi
Howdy folks.
Modi is my hero.
Modi is good.
Modi
Modi
Modi Modi
great fella.