http://anarchangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/fatwah.htmlhttp://anarchangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/team-infidel.htmlThey claim to have a fatwah issued on them and that they are dipping their bullets in pig lard so as to send muslims to hell.
Every time I hear this I refute it because it's so stupid it tempts me to violence, and I am already an excessively violent person. I have buttstroked people in the face (in situations when there was more than one person around to back my story up for the LEOs) for being less stupid than the stupid that I feel assaulting me when some
smacktard perpetuates the myth of pig byproduct being psychologically deadly to muslims. They don't like handling it or eating it. Big whoop.
The Black Jack Pershing story is just that, a cute little
story. Islamic radicals do not believe that being shot with a bullet drenched in pig by product will send them to hell, and if they did, all it would take is a cleric to say "being shot with pig byproduct will not deny you paradise". Presto.
idiots.People never listen, though. Look at these tough guys who are going to defend themselves against the waves of arabs:
So tactical!
If you watch the videos, they shoot less accurately than they even look capable of. Truly mindboggling.
The Koran used is a translation, and therefore not a real Koran. I think they're making the fatwah up.
Read all those posts. Delusions of noteriety. That's all I can say.
...and posting about how you're going to kill and torture arabs who are supposedly coming to kill you, using specially prepared bullets, is the new "mall ninja" in thing. Watch it get even more popular with the 'Oxygen Thief' subset of the RKBA community.
Edit: I have no problem with people shooting up and peeing on their own property. I'm not interested in participating either, mostly because I graduated beyond the whole 'psychological gratification from symbolism' stage a long time ago.
Also, if some terrorist launches an AK-47 attack in a mall and some guy who could have stopped it has his gun jam because he rolled all his "230 grain hydrashocks" in his sunday barbecue meat, you will wish that everyone listened to me like they are supposed to.