"The Bigot confessing to Idol Zion" by Abu Assur
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http://www.al-moharer.net/mohhtm/abu-assur218e.htm
Issue 211 Volume 13, 2005
Al-Moharer
The Bigot confessing to Idol Zion
By Abu Assur
Once a week the bigot sees Idol Zion, his confessor. Before any session, a
remote controlled tele-evangelical advisor, in a video confession meeting,
advises him on every matter and on every move. Mr. Bigot carries on his
hands the blood of millions of innocent Iraqis he killed. He kneels in front
of a confessional cupboard, where Idol Zion is awaiting him. The Bigot to
begin with, trembles and his limbs shake with fright but not for the
atrocities, the tortures, the killings, the rapes of innocent Iraqis, which
are on his conscience. He has no conscience to begin with! He is scared to
death that Idol Zion might still ask him to do more and probably will give
him another expected rocket.
The Bigot starts to stutter:
"Lord Idol Zion, lord of my armies, hallowed be thy name. Here I am coming
with more innocent Iraqi blood on my hands. Let my offering be acceptable in
your sight here tonight. Did you see what I did for your glory? I sew
death, famine, in Mesopotamia. I tortured and enjoyed raping innocent
children in Iraq. I plundered the land of Revelation. Please accept what I
have just achieved: I leveled Fallujah. There, I wiped out every life, with
nuclear, chemical weapons and napalm. You see for your sake I let dogs and
cats gnaw at humans in the streets of Fallujah. Please, tell me what more
can I do for your ugly face that I worship and that everyone in the whole
wide world hates and curses?
A harsh voice, which smells carrion, comes out from the confessional grill
mixing of that of alcohol and petrol stinking breath:
"Barbara, your mother, was flipping right! You are still and you will be
always a coward! I asked you to divide Iraq in many small useless countries,
or rather to invent a state for each petrol well. I asked you and I am still
waiting, to appoint on each of these countries a caretaker for the Petrol
wells. Each petrol well will be a candle polluting this planet for my glory.
I have already given you the example of Kuwait protectorate where the
British put a eunuch emir. So you have to be more attentive to the Brits.
They incarnate more my perfidious plans. You know the Prince of Kuwait is my
adorer. Stop talking about reforms to the Saudis. Don't talk loudly about
democracy to anyone. I realize you don't even know what you are talking
about. Do you understand what democracy means to me? Think. Real democracy
means that US is doomed forever in the Arab region. Democracy means power of
the people! The Arabs hate us they want us out. See Lebanon. See how this
small Arab Lebanon defeated my Zionist armies and liberated their land. Do
you want democracy in Syria? The Golan Heights for sure will be taken away
from my armies. Do you really want democracy in Jordan, where secret service
rape and torture at will, and where, I advised you to send prisoners to
soften them up there? So shut up. We don't want democracy. Period. We love
our Saudis eunuchs don't we? Give some threats just as a boast but don't
develop! We are stuck in Iraq."
"Yes I know you have been doing lots of good things for my name. Learn! Are
you listening? Can't you concentrate for one second for idol Zion sake?
Don't continue to have this stupid face. Concentrate now on Iraq. Iraq is
the knot. Get your servants the Peshmergas to do the killings instead of
your yobs."
The confessional now starts to jerk like an abandoned boat on the shore. The
Bigot's knees are hitting each other with fright:
"Yes, I swear on my brainless head that we are trying our best to get the
Iraqis killing other Iraqis. It is extremely difficult. Impossible! So we
asked the Iranians to do the job. Our friends from the Zionist entity also
are involved. Your precious advice was immediately put into practice by your
mouthpiece lying machine the Pentagon. We invented Al Zarqawi, (Idol Zion it
is rather a stupid creation knowing the Iraqis) to say the Resistance is not
Iraqi but a foreign undertaking. We have just killed and wounded dozens of
Iraqis in a Shia Mosque in Mosul to fuel civil war. But Iraqis are aware!
They seem to foresee every one of our plans. These resisters have made fool
out of me. They are chasing and liquidating all our appointees, stooges and
representatives."
"We thought to get out from towns, to intervene only when we are asked to
and when our valets need help. But no way, we can't even protect ourselves
let alone protect our servants. What can we do? Lord Idol Zion? The
Resistance in Iraq is raging. The hundreds are killing US soldiers. I am
doomed!" (Bigot now pretends he is wiping a tear and sobs) "You are aware I
care a damn about killing Iraqis. As you know I am a racist. I worship just
you as my personal idol and I have a niche in my home in your honor. We are
throwing Nepalese, Egyptian, Latino mercenaries into rivers in Iraq, or to
the wolves in the desert. Your darkness is helping us hiding plastic bags of
killed US soldiers. This really can't continue. The US citizens might wake
up one day and discover...If only Pakis, Uzbeks, Moldavians, Georgians,
could help replace us!"
Lord Zion:
"Shut up! Coward! I brought you through, treachery, fraud and schemes to the
White House and now you are wavering, weakening and insinuating to rebel!
Are you now hesitating, my stupid lump! Ungrateful! Alcohol addict!
Deserter! I have mobilized for your adventure all the liars and all the
demons, CNN, Fox News, Murdoch, Blair, the Pig, and all the cohort of my
most faithful priests: Kissinger, Bolton, Wolfowitz and priestess Albright
my true adorer.
(All of a sudden, loll Zion became rather understanding -as his own fate is
also on the brink in Iraq):
"OK, OK. Then now hit Syria, hit Lebanon, and hit every one. I love chaos. I
am chaos. I will engulf you soon in my chaos. You have to go ahead. You know
I don't like half measures. Go ahead for more bloodshed. I want a divided
Iraq for the glory of my face and my Zionist folk. Understand? Time's up!
Come on! Clear off!
Next?
"Hey my sweety pie darling Madeleine Albright Iraqi children killer and
UNICEF mascot. You were listening to the boy, what did you think of the
meeting and the confession? Tell me! All Iraq petrol wells, fortune, fame,
beauty? None of the world will be yours."
Madeleine Albright coming out from behind a dusty old curtain:
"Zion, be realistic, you were a little cruel with old wood headed Bigot. You
asked him to start another war. How can he? True we do use the US youth
blood and money for Zion plans. Always remember that we are nothing but just
a minus minority in this country. If the US citizens knew what is going on
in Iraq, we would for certain be lynched alive. So number one advice next
time, never talk about US waging other wars. The US citizens are starting to
smell a fish with the Pentagon official casualty numbers. Bush has got a
problem in Iraq. Idol Zion we all are stuck in Mesopotamia. We are losing
money. We made a pariah of this good old country. Our plans are dead. Worst
of all we are bled to death and no solution is in sight. The Iraqis have
done us in!"
Idol Zion becoming gloomy: "Then send a SMS to my old buddy Kissinger, ask
him to come immediately. I want to talk to him about inventing other new
lying machines. I need someone to theorize lies. To make lies in other ways.
I want cruelty and greed to look truth, generosity and humanism. We have to
replace the old machines such as the Institutes of Strategic Studies, Think
tanks and CO gibberish. Do you think Kissinger still has got ideas in that
field?"
"Of course Idol Zion. You know him better, he has been lying all his life to
achieve your goals."