It was real touch and go. The lob of bombs in the form of accusations of attempted murder, legal shit with lawyers trying to pry information out of us with threats and long interviews. But we survived, in spite of the threats of hundreds of thousands of dollars in loss revenue if we were found guilty, we survived the character assassinations from Farsi foreigners up the street. It's bad enough we have the Brotherhood next door but then came threats from other Iranians just three doors away.
Allegedly, one of their burka bitches, while walking her unruly canines for their morning shit on other people's lawns, tripped on the public sidewalk. Okay, but why didn't they say anything like HELP. Shit no, nothing until almost two years later when some asshole is yelling my name outside the front door and when I answered, hands me a lawsuit.
Got me some white lawyers. Big fat fucking law firm with a whole fucking floor to themselves lawyers, thanks to Farmers Insurance. And they really fucked them over. Of course I had to help out a lot. I had to do my part and at the same time keep an eye out for Golden Boy who doesn't know how evil the Muslim Brotherhood can be.
So now the war dance. We here in Queer Gaza are celebrating the victory over the Farsi pestilence that invaded the hood and want nothing but to strip it of its riches and destroy all those that are not Muslim.
A win for atheism, a win for all those who struggle under the yoke of religion and its intolerance of the Fey.
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