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Islamic Culpability

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by: Vernon Richards





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Submitted by admin on Mon, 09/28/2009 - 08:42

Islamic Culpability  

by: Vernon Richards

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (Part 31)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Sun, 09/20/2009 - 19:09
He wasn’t Audie Murphy; he wasn’t Alvin York; he wasn’t Shane or Rooster Cogburn; he wasn’t Cump Sherman marching through Georgia; he wasn’t any of those, he was Bernard Piffy, an average private eye up to his neck in a lot of things he didn’t understand—Mike Hammer had once called him a nerd—but he would be damned if he was going to let some Muslim SOB shoot him dead in the basement of a dirty, stinking, little Madrassas because that particular Muslim SOB thought Allah had given him a license to kill unbelievers He lurched to his feet.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (Part 30)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Sun, 09/13/2009 - 09:20
“What are we going to do, Uncle Bernie?” wailed Henrietta. Piffy stared at the bomb. It wasn’t much—five sticks of dynamite, some wires, a clock and a detonator; Mike Hammer would have ignored it—but it was more than enough to send Nick and Nora Charles (or was it Bert and Ernie) to Purgatory or to Plains, Georgia, if not to Hell. He shook his head. It didn’t look good. “I don’t know, kid,” he said. “If we had more time we could do the Stations of the Cross but two or three Hail Mary’s…even if we could remember the words, isn’t going to do much.” They had ten minutes!

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (Part 28)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Thu, 09/03/2009 - 16:14
Well, at least he had found Henrietta. It wasn’t much, but it was something. A couple of thugs—Asians, Jihadists, Islamo-fascists, boogermen, Cro-Magnons: call them what one would—came out of the shadows to reinforce Atta and Hanjour. Piffy was searched. They took his wallet; his cell phone, his complimentary Tenth Anniversary Shell Scott Pick and Skeleton Key Ring and they found the quarter pound of black Transylvania garlic Algernon A. Algernon had left in his pocket. One of the Islamic Cro-Magnons eyed the package suspiciously.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (Part 27)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Sun, 08/30/2009 - 01:03
    Mrs. Cowsnofsky was furious. The worst that could possibly have happened had happened. Aisha had been snatched from under her nose! She started across the restroom toward Henrietta. ‘Hank’ was still sitting on the floor wiping at his bloody nose with the back of his hand. There was blood on his blouse and on the floor around him.   A noise came from one of the stalls, a muffled cry for help, perhaps. Mrs. C had always been a woman of action, that’s what Mr. C liked about her. She had played lacrosse in college and not on the girl’s team.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 25)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Thu, 08/20/2009 - 10:39
Piffy was caught between a rock and a hard place; between the devil and the deep blue sea; between a last tango in Paris and a dance with the devil in Hell. With the muzzle of Hani Hanjour’s Glock 17 pressed to the side of his head there wasn’t any time for prayers—no Last Confession; no Hail Mary; not even a Jesus Saves! He was less than a second from eternity and a dumb headline in the newspapers—if they ever found his body. He managed one word—just one word; maybe it was wait; yeah, wait, as it “Wait!

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 14)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Mon, 06/29/2009 - 04:32
Piffy sat there. What else could he do? He might as well have been glued to that gol’ durned prayer rug! He was as helpless as a jackrabbit with a broken leg at the bottom of a prairie dog hole thanks to Asma bint Marwan. What on earth had made her think they could pull off such a ridiculous stunt? He glared at the kid who had singled him out. “You little bastard—“ he began. Then he remembered the kid was only ten-years-old. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Wait till I tell your mother!” he hissed. Mohammed Atta and Hani Hanjour, followed by the instructor, were hurrying across the room.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 12)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Mon, 06/15/2009 - 06:46

It could have been worse—he could have been killed in that library, he could have been cut up in little pieces, maimed, scarred for life at the end of that crazy man’s hook. He could still be in jail, pacing that ridiculous five-by-five cell till the hairs on his head turned gray, thinking up cute names for the roaches that would creep out from under his bed to steal the crumbs from the corners of his mouth whenever he dozed off.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 10)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Mon, 06/08/2009 - 05:06

It was too much! Fleas from the Prophet’s beard—or from wherever else they might come—loose in the 21st Century! It was mind-boggling! If what Inspector Clouseau said were true and the fleas were as dangerous as he said then the entire world was at risk!

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