American_Jihad
Flaming Libs/Koranimals
Welcome to Africas Alqaedastan
January 8, 2013
By Daniel Greenfield
When it was my turn, they took me blindfolded, the thief said. Suddenly I felt a pain in my right hand that was out of this world. My hand had just been chopped off.
This is Gao, once the seat of an empire, and then a glorified village, and now a city the size of Scranton under the boot of its Islamist conquerors. Gao has become a place where thieves have their hands cut off, where women are forced to wear the stifling Hijab in 113 degree heat or be lashed and where unmarried couples are stoned to death.
Borders are an illusion in Africa. No more than paper mirages that cannot be seen from the air or the roads where a thousand ethnic groups with dreams of glory move back and forth, striving and feuding, until the blood begins to flow.
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Welcome to Africa’s Alqaedastan
January 8, 2013
By Daniel Greenfield
When it was my turn, they took me blindfolded, the thief said. Suddenly I felt a pain in my right hand that was out of this world. My hand had just been chopped off.
This is Gao, once the seat of an empire, and then a glorified village, and now a city the size of Scranton under the boot of its Islamist conquerors. Gao has become a place where thieves have their hands cut off, where women are forced to wear the stifling Hijab in 113 degree heat or be lashed and where unmarried couples are stoned to death.
Borders are an illusion in Africa. No more than paper mirages that cannot be seen from the air or the roads where a thousand ethnic groups with dreams of glory move back and forth, striving and feuding, until the blood begins to flow.
...
Welcome to Africa’s Alqaedastan