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Friday, January 11, 2013

Muslims In The Hood

It's worse than I thought, there are Muslims, mostly Iranian Muslims, littered throughout the hood. Next door, they put up this single string of Christmas lights across the garage.

So what's with that?

They are Muslims, no question and what is really strange is that it was only on the garage. The place they guard with a car always parked in front of it so that the car has to be moved to open the garage door that is never opened. Unless of course it is a crude attempt at camouflage. "We don't make bombs here Mr. FBI man. See, Christmas lights, no bomb."

I wouldn't be surprised to hear, any day now, the call to prayer from some tower erected overnight. Burka babes running around dressed in bed sheets and bearded rag-heads on camels. And they all want to live in these stucco mansions. No yard, just stucco. Better for bomb building I suppose when one of them goes off by mistake. I'm waiting for that too because I'm sure the guy next door is putting together some kind of bomb.

His wife hasn't been around, she's been gone all day, left early before he did, came back when he was gone and then left again before he came back. She still ain't back. Bet she is fed up with his god-damn bomb making shit cluttering up her kitchen. And it was so weird, I went to the backyard and lit up a joint. Sucked up some smoke, let it out in a cloud that floated right over the fence and guess who head I see just on the other side pop up? The Greeter with his black hair-helmet head. The cloud of smoke must of covered him. What the fuck was he doing next to the fence? Looking for his wife?
Shit, she left on the first camel out of the hood. They run more often than the buses do.
 

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