My Exclusive Interview with Jerk Chicken

May I use your bathroom?Here at the worldwide headquarters of Manhattan Infidel I am always looking for a cheap hooker subjects to interview.  World leaders?  Sports figures? Hollywood superstars? You name it I have interviewed libeled them all.  But today I’m taking a different track. Everyone loves eating.  And so I present my exclusive interview with the delicious dish known as jerk chicken.

Jerk Chicken:  Good morning.  It’s nice to be here.

MI: Wow you look great.

Jerk Chicken:  Thank you.  You’re so sweet.

MI:  I want to eat you.

Jerk Chicken:  Play your cards right Manhattan Infidel and you can do anything you want to me.

MI: Really?  Wow.

Jerk Chicken:  Just promise me you’ll respect me.

MI:  What?

Jerk Chicken:  I’m tired of men just using me for their own selfish pleasure.

MI:  Well, isn’t that kinda why you’re here?  For our pleasure?

Jerk Chicken:  You don’t respect me!  I knew it!  You’re just like the others!  You men are all alike!  Don’t touch me!  Don’t look at me!  I hate you!  I hate you Manhattan Infidel!  I hate you!

MI:  Calm down will you?  I was just asking a question.

Jerk Chicken:  So you still love me?

MI:  Of course.  I always will love jerk chicken.

Jerk Chicken:  Then prove it.  Buy me some shoes.  I have my heart set on some Victoria Beckham no heel boots. For $2600 dollars you can buy the love of Jerk Chicken They are only $2600.  If you love me you’ll buy a pair for me.

MI:  That’s kind of beyond my price range.

Jerk Chicken: You don’t love me!  Get out!  Get out now!

Bodyguard Chicken:  Is this man bothering you Miss Jerk?

Jerk Chicken: Yes he is!

MI:  Who’s that?

Jerk Chicken:  He’s my bodyguard.

Bodyguard Chicken:  You know what we do to people who bother Miss Jerk?  [He punches Manhattan Infidel in the stomach.]

MI:  [Doubling over in pain.] Son of a bitch!  That hurts.

Jerk Chicken:  You don’t know what pain is.  If you don’t buy me my boots after eating me I’ll make you feel real pain every time you go to the bathroom.

Bodyguard Chicken:  [Kicks Manhattan Infidel in the groin.]  Now why don’t you be nice and buy Miss Jerk those boots she wants?

MI:  [Lying on ground in pain.]  Why are you being such a jerk?

Jerk Chicken:  It’s who I am.  You knew that.  [She and Bodyguard Chicken leave.]

MI:  [Lying on ground in pain he notices someone standing over him.]  Who are you?

Masturbation Chicken:  I’m masturbation chicken.  [Extending hand.]  Shake?

MI:  I don’t think so.  What the hell are you doing?  Stop that.  That’s disgusting.

Masturbation Chicken:  Oh don’t be such a wet blanket.  Everyone does it.

Sodomy Chicken:  Can I get in on the action?

MI:  Who’s that?

Masturbation Chicken:  That’s my cousin Sodomy Chicken.

Sodomy Chicken:  A threesome.  This is going to be fun.

MI: Nooooooooooooooooo!

The rest of the interview is too shameful for me to relate to my readers.  If only I had bought Jerk Chicken those boots.

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Competitive Eating Contest Uses Children

 There are many ways to eat a child

The annual hot dog eating contest of Mt. Holly, New Jersey was in trouble.  Held every July 4th and with proceeds going to charity the event drew less people with each passing year.

“We just couldn’t compete with Coney Island” said an organizer.  The organizers tried other foods besides hot dogs.  Hamburgers, pizza, cheese steaks, even liver were all tried to no avail. Staring at bankruptcy they tried one last desperate measure:  The competitive eating contest would use children.

“Surprisingly we found that lots of people would pay to see children being eaten.”

Now in its seventh year, the renamed “Mt. Holly Human Child Eating Contest” has drawn worldwide fame.  Many competitive eaters now consider the contest a must-do event.

Over the years many methods of eating children have evolved.  Last year’s winner explains:

I hadn’t eaten children before I signed up for this contest so I had to practice.  Find out the best method.  I started out small., using cats as test subjects.  After eating 30 cats at one sitting I moved onto children.  They are a little different than cats but the principle is the same. I start out by cracking the head open, which is easy to do and eating the brains which are surprisingly nutritious.  Once the head is gone the rest is easy.  Though I don’t like the feat.  They are tough and leathery.

The winner from the year before that has an entirely different method.

I like to dunk the children in a glass of water first.  This softens them up.  Then I start with the fingers which are small and crunchy, like a Kit Kat bar.

Another long-time contestant prefers the “two-fisted” method.

I grab a child in each hand and take turns eating them.  That way I can usually be ahead of the other eaters when the final tally comes.

Despite the popularity of the contest there were concerns at first that eating children was unconstitutional.  But the Supreme Court decision, “Cannibal vs. Killjoy” settled the issue by declaring that the eating of children is not illegal as long as the children do not cross state lines.  In the majority opinion Chief Justice Roberts wrote:

Eating children does not violate the constitution.  Not that I know anything about the constitution.  I mean did you read my decision in the Obamacare case?

Another problem facing the contest was whether to eat live or dead children.  After much experimentation it was decided to eat live children, a decision that was very popular with the contestants.

“The kids definitely taste a lot better when they are alive.  They still have all their juices” said one.

The only thing standing in the way of the continued popularity of the contest is the chronic problem of regurgitated child parts.

“A lot of the contestants are amateurs and after consuming three or four children start vomiting into the crowd.”

A woman who attended last year’s contest tells her story:

I was excited to see it because I’ve heard so much about it so I showed up early and got a seat in the front row.  I was having a blast rooting on the eaters when one started projectile vomiting all over the place.  I got hit in the face with an eyeball and a big toe.  I think it was an eyeball. It might have been a testicle.

Contest organizers have vowed to fix the problem with next year’s event.

We’re going to have the people closest to the stage cover themselves with plastic.  It works for Gallagher, why not for the child eaters?”

Because of the popularity of the contest a Competitive Child Eating League is being formed.

“We hope to have franchises in eight cities” said the president.

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Are You a Racist?

 We’ll always have Chicago

In my travels across America sitting on a bar stool in Manhattan many of my readers the police have asked me to talk about racism hands up against the wall punk this is a bust.

Specifically they want to know two things.  What is racism? And are they racist?

Let’s start with the definition of racism:

  1. Opposition to the policies of President Barack Hussein Obama.
  2. Opposition to Barack Hussein Obama.

Now obviously if you disagree with President Obama you are a racist unfit for polite society.  But how does racism manifest itself? Many times it is quite subtle, as the following questions from readers show.

Our first question comes from Matt B., of Poughqaug, New York who writes, “I once googled Catherine Zeta-Jones online. Does that make me racist?”

Definitely Matt.  Catherine Zeta-Jones starred in the 2002 film “Chicago.”  And as has been proven Chicago is a racist code word for opposition to Barack Obama.  Your google search betrays your racism.  I suggest you try googling “reparations” instead.

Our next question comes from David H. of Baltimore who writes, “I once went to a baseball game at Camden Yards.  The Orioles were playing the Chicago White Sox.  Does that make me racist?”

David:  You make me sick.  The very fact that of all the teams the Orioles could face you chose to see them play the Chicago White Sox proves you are a despicable, disgusting racist.   And I hope you never visit my blog again because I do not need traffic from racists!

My third question is from Andrejs P. of Poughkeepsie, New York.  “I like to watch hockey.  Does that make me racist?”

Oh come on!  Are you serious? Hockey is the mark of the racist beast.  You sir are a grade A racist.  I hope you are shunned by your neighbors.  Your only hope for Democratic redemption is that you don’t root for the Chicago Blackhawks.

James B., of Tampa, Florida writes, “I own a business…..”

You know I’m not even going to bother reading the rest of your question.  You own a business?  Really?  This is obvious evidence of your racism.  Why do you hate Barack Obama?  You didn’t build your business.  Your business was built by the taxpayers of America.

Mark A., of Las Vegas Nevada writes, “I play bass in a rock band.  Does that make me racist?”

Yes.  Bassism is racism.  Everyone knows that.  When you play your bass you oppose the policies of Barack Obama.  I have one question for you:  Have you ever played your bass in Chicago?  You have?  Then go to hell you racist bastard!

Alex D. of Birmingham, Alabama writes, “I belong to the Ku Klux Klan.  Does that make me racist?”

No.  Since its inception after the Civil War the KKK has traditionally been the military wing of the Democratic Party.  This means you are not racist.  But you do hate bankers, capitalists and Jews.  This makes you a progressive liberal.  Unless of course you belong to the KKK’s Chicago wing.  In which case you are indeed a racist.

And there you have it readers.  If you love Catherine Zeta-Jones, baseball, hockey, own a business, play bass and/or do any of these things in Chicago you are a racist.

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Swedish Chef Shot Dead!

Der Dee Derdy DerpPopular TV personality The Swedish Chef was gunned down by police at a DWI checkpoint last night.

According to state troopers at approximately 1:27 am a BMV driven by the Swedish Chef approached the DWI checkpoint and was ordered to stop.

We approached said vehicle and asked the driver to turn off the ignition.  We then asked the driver if he had been drinking that night.  He responded by saying, “Gerpity derp derp.  Bort Bort Bort!”  Naturally none of us was able to understand this nonsense which raised our suspicions.

The Chef was then asked to egress from the vehicle, escalating the situation.

The first thing we noticed is that no one could see his eyes.  This made us think that maybe he was trying to hide the fact that he was on some sort of drug. 

Another officer at the scene verifies the tense situation.

The freak had a chicken in one hand and he was waving a meat cleaver in the other.  And he kept repeating “Bort bort bort” over and over again.  Naturally we assumed he was on horse tranquilizers which would have made him very dangerous.  So we drew our guns and told him to put the meat cleaver and the chicken down and to step away from the vehicle.

The Swedish Chef apparently ignored the troopers and according to eye witnesses took a few steps towards them, all the while still holding the chicken and meat cleaver and shouting “Bort bort bort!“It was then that troopers opened fire and the ensuing fusillade of bullets literally cut the chef in two.

He was still alive when I approached him. He had time to say “Aweenda shmure da froog’s legs” before he expired.  I don’t know what the hell that means. Probably drug speak of some kind.  Who knows with these junkies.

This marks the second loss in recent weeks for the Muppets, following closely upon the execution of Fozzie Bear by the Taliban.

From the Greek island of Mykonos where he is vacationing with Miss Piggy, Kermit blamed the troopers for the tragedy and promised to set up a nonprofit foundation called “Justice for the Swedish Chef” whose proceeds will benefit his family.

As for the troopers, many are expressing disbelief when told of the identity of the man they gunned down.“Swedish?  He sounded more Norwegian to me” said one.

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Biblical Scholars Debate Authenticity of New Jesus Papyrus

 And Jesus said, “Get behind me Peter, and watch me lead from behind.”

The discovery of a 4th century papyrus that mentions a wife of Jesus has biblical scholars around the globe debating its authenticity.

Perhaps the most controversial segment of the papyrus is a 1.5 by 3 inch fragment that contains the phrase, “Jesus said to them, my wife…..

Said one scholar:

Why wouldn’t Jesus be married.  He was the son of God after all, and women find power sexy.  Besides celibacy sounds so Red State, don’t you agree?

Another scholar concurs:

Not only was Jesus married but I bet he probably provided his wife with free birth control.  Because Jesus loved everyone and you can bet he wouldn’t have a war with women going on.  That’s a scientific fact!  

In addition to the mention of a wife, the papyrus, which has been dubbed the “Definitely not Fake” papyrus by theologians contains a treasure trove of new information about the life and teachings of Jesus.

Among the revelations are Jesus’ opinion of Mitt Romney:

Jesus saith unto them, “Beware Mitt Romney, who comes to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly hates Mexicans.”

Reputable scholars are in agreement that this is something Jesus would indeed say.

“Jesus was compassionate.  And no one with compassion can vote Republican. And all Republicans are racist.  Romney is a Republican.  Hence his disdain for brown people.” 

Jesus’ hatred of businessmen:

Jesus saith unto them, “You have a soul?  You didn’t build that.”

“As a liberal Democrat Jesus was no doubt very pro-union.  This explains his hatred, a compassionate hatred, of businessmen and other fat cats.”

Jesus’ concern for healthy dietary standards:

Jesus said, “I thirst.  But not for 32-ounce Big Gulps.”

“Look, Jesus was probably a vegetarian. Or more likely a Vegan.  A vegan who only used one sheet of toilet paper per bowel movement because he cared about the environment.  And he knew 32-ounce drinks were racist and led to an epidemic of obesity among peoples of color.”

Jesus also shows his concern for the environment in this telling fragment from the papyrus:

 Jesus said “Come to me all that labor – except for coal miners who are bitter and cling to religion.”

“Jesus hated coal mining and wanted to shut them all down and replace them with wind power, as any compassionate man would do.

Jesus also displays his love for soft power:

Jesus saith to Peter, “Get behind me Satan, and watch me lead from behind.”

“Jesus was certainly no go-it-alone cowboy like George W. Bush.  He valued his allies and sought consensus in all situations.  He would never do anything unless his disciples all agreed and then he would lead from behind, like all smart people do.”

His hatred of organized religion:

Jesus said to the crowd, “I am spiritual but not religious.”

“There is really no explanation needed for this.  Stupid and intolerant people are religious.  The compassionate elite are spiritual.  No way would Jesus ever be caught obeying a religion.”

And finally his love of Apple products:

And Jesus said to multitude, “I love the apps on my new iPhone.”

There is some disagreement among scholars on this, with many asking why he didn’t use a blackberry.

“Oh come on.  He was the son of God.  With that kind of inside information he would have known that blackberrys’ suck.  They have frequent outages and are obsolete.  And he wouldn’t have a Droid either.  Jesus was cool and cool people have iPhones.

So all in all the recently-discovered papyrus shows a Jesus who hates Republicans, coal-mining, go-it-alone cowboyism of the George W. Bush variety, organized religion, sugary soft drinks and business owners.

“All the evidence on this papyrus shows that he was a liberal.  Now that’s a Jesus the elite can believe in.”

The “Definitely not Fake” papyrus will be on display at the New York Public Library’s main branch until election day.

“It is hoped that people who are thinking of voting against Barack Obama will see the papyrus and believe.”

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Palestinians Riot After Romney Says They Aren’t Interested in Peace

 I will kill anyone who says we aren’t interested in peace!

The day after Mitt Romney’s controversial and racist statement that the Palestinians aren’t interested in peace, thousands of outraged Palestians proved him wrong by rioting for peace.

The trouble started when the racist candidate of the racist Republican party told a crowd, and I can’t believe that an intelligent person would even say such a thing, that the Palestinians are “committed to the destruction and elimination of Israel.”

Once Klansman Romney’s despicable comments became know to the peaceful corner of the world known as the Gaza Strip, thousands of aggrieved, violent, Molotov-cocktail wielding, yet peace-loving Palestinians took out their peace-loving anger on western targets.

  • Cars were overturned and set on fire.
  • Cars that were overturned and set on fire in last year’s riots for peace were re-overturned and re-set on fire.
  • Rusting, burned out frames of cars that were overturned and set on fire during riots that took place too long ago for anyone to be sure when they were overturned and set on fire were dragged to central location, symbolically re-re-overturned (there was not enough “car” left to officially overturn) and re-re-set on fire.

Once word of Romney’s racist comments filtered in here at the  headquarters of Manhattan Infidel Fitzgerald’s Pub I immediately was on top of the situation.

I received the following email which explains the fury and anger of the Palestinians who were rioting for peace:

The racist Romney says that we have no interest in peace and that we are committed to the destruction of Israel.  This is untrue. We are committed to the destruction of Israel and peace!.  This is totally different.  It’s lies like this that make me hate the decadent, infidel west and everything about it!

Sent from my iPhone

The rioting, yet peace-loving Palestinian who sent me that email has a point.

We in the decadent, infidel west have too often hid behind straw men such as “free speech” and “toleration.”

There can be no so-called free speech if it insults the prophet.  There can be no so-called toleration of dog religions such as Judaism and Christianity.

As an accredited member of the mainstream media and belonging to the elite of America I call upon our elected representatives to enact strict blasphemy laws restricting the so-called right of free speech.

It is the progressive thing to do. It is the liberal, tolerant and inclusive thing to do.

Free speech?  I’m ashamed that this liberal country lets such barbarism exist!

The Manhattan Infidel

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Presidential Mea Culpas Through the Centuries

Let us not forget that the Japanese have legitimate historical grievances against America

With the news that Muslims have once again stormed embassies and killed Americans, prompting an apology from President Obama, it is time for some historical perspective.

Presidential apologies are nothing new and have been handed down since the days of the slave-holding George Washington.  In the interest of Truthiness with a Touch of Mint™ I present to my readers a sampling of said Presidential apologies.

October 22, 1962

During the height of the cold war, offensive nuclear weapons were discovered on the island of Cuba.  That night, President Kennedy addressed a nervous nation.

This Government, as promised, has maintained the closest surveillance of the Soviet military buildup on the island of Cuba.  I don’t want to suggest that we were monitoring the island to spy.  You must remember, the Cuban peoples have legitimate historical grievances against the United States.  

No, my fellow Americans.  We were monitoring Cuba because we want to help.  

Therefore,  it shall be the policy of this Nation to regard any nuclear missile launched from Cuba against any nation in the Western Hemisphere as a purely defensive measure aimed at maintaining their rich cultural heritage.  And who can blame them?  Now I have to pop some pills and screw a mafia woman.  What?  We’re still on the air?

December 8, 1941

The day after the purely defensive attack on Pearl Harbor President Roosevelt addressed an all-white congress.

Yesterday, December 7, 1941, a day filled with man-caused disasters, the United States was deliberately attacked by the Empire of Japan, which was, after all, just retaliating for its many historical grievances against America.  

And I’m sorry that we have hurt the feeling of the Japanese.  Really sorry. 

So instead of going to war, which would be racist, I propose that we give back to our communities.  Plant a tree or something.  That would be the best way to remember those who drowned on the West Virginia or the Arizona.

Now I have to go pop some pills and screw my secretary.  What?  This microphone is still on?

September 14, 1901

On September 6th, 2001 President William McKinley was shot in Buffalo, New York by the anarchist Leon Czolgosz.  Lingering for a week, he addressed the country before dying.

My fellow Americans.  I have been shot.  And it really, really hurts.

But before I die let me take this opportunity to ask America to forgive the anarchist who shot me.  After all, anarchists have many legitimate historical grievances against the United States and our capitalist system.  

I propose that my death be used as an opportunity to create a  new anti-capitalist movement.  An “Occupy” movement, if you will.  Let this Occupy movement storm Wall Street and – whoops.  I’m dead.

June 30th, 1876

On June 26th, 1976 George Armstrong Custer and his entire command were killed at the Battle of Little Bighorn.  A few days later, by telegraph, President Grant addressed the nation.

I know many of you want vengeance.  But we must remember that the Cheyenne and Arapaho have legitimate historical grievances against the white man.  

So instead I hereby officially apologize to the native Americans for European war and sickness.

Oh hell who am I kidding.  Custer was an idiot and got what he deserved.  Goddamn it someone bring me some whiskey!  And a cigar too!  

What?  You’re still transmitting over the wires?

So you see readers, Presidential apologies are nothing new.  They are a time-honored American tradition.

My only hope is that we never run out of people to apologize to because if we do then we’re going to have to find another way to hate ourselves.

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Yankees Win; Blogger Goes in Search of “Green Crack”

“We got some female stuff for you right here” ~ said at the Yankees women’s team store.

Get your free birth control!

The above photo is from the New York Yankees “Women’s team store” where they apparently sell merchandise that will appeal to women.  Basically its the same shit they sell at the other stores, only pink.  No word on whether the Yankees women’s team store has free birth control available or, like the Republicans, they have declared war on women.

Yes, the Yankees Woman’s Team Store:  For all your vagina-related baseball needs!

The Yankees started Hiroki Kuroda (14-10 3.26) while Tampa countered with Matt Moore (10-11 3.88).

Kiroda was dominant until running into trouble in the sixth, striking out ten (including the side in the first two innings) and walking two.

The Yankees exploded for five runs in the third inning on three hits.  Eduardo Nunez led off with a walk and stole second and scored on a Derek Jeter single.  After a Nick “last few weeks with the Yankees” Swisher ground out Alex Rodriguez singled home Jeter.  A walk to Robinson Cano  lead to a Russell Martin three-run home run.  5-0 Yankees after three.

The (Devil) Rays got a run back in the top of the fourth when Ben Zobrist hit a home run that landed in front of the bleachers.  It was promptly thrown back onto the field.

The Yankees got a run back in the bottom of the fourth when Eduardo Nunez led off with a single and then stole second and third.  Alex Rodriguez then hit a sacrifice fly scoring Nunez.  6-1 Yankees after four.

Kiroda had been cruising, giving up only one run and two hits through five but quickly got into trouble in the sixth.  After a lead-off walk to Jose Lobaton, Desmond Jennings then singled.  Another walk to Ben Zobrist loaded the bases.  Evan Longoria then hit a two-run single.  Matt Joyce then grounded into a double play allowing Zobrist to score.   6-4 Yankees after six.

And that was the final score as the Yankee bullpen held the (Devil) Rays.  Boone Logan and David Phelps pitched a scoreless seventh.  David Robertson pitched a scoreless eight and Rafael Soriano pitched the ninth, getting his 40th save in 43 opportunities.  Almost Mariano-like numbers.  What they are going to do with him next year when Mariano comes back is a big question mark.

Notes on the game:

The man sitting behind me in the bleachers was talking about his plans after the game:  “My weed delivery guy has a special strain he’s been developing.  It’s called ‘Green Crack’ and I’m going to Staten Island to get it.”

Naturally this has me curious.  Green crack?  Lectroids? Planet 10? Nuclear extortion? A girl named “John”? I don’t know what to say.  So I will have to travel to this “Staten” Island in search of the Green Crack.  It may be dangerous.  I may not survive.  But I will probably be very mellow.

So I invite all my blogging friends to join me in this “Staten” Island searching for Green Crack.  I’ve heard many things about this “Staten” Island.  Mainly it’s a lot like Italy, but without marble.

Best heckle of the game:

I tried by my heckle of

Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail

A swollen magpie in a fitful sun

Half black half white

Nor knowst’ou wing from tail

Pull down thy vanity

How mean thy hates

Fostered in falsity

Pull down thy vanity

Rathe to destroy, niggard in charity

Pull down thy vanity!

I say pull down!

didn’t fire up the crowd.  Maybe it was too much of a downer.

Recommended reading material:

The Pisan Cantos by Ezra Pound.

Reader mail:

D.B. of Philadelphia writes, “The Eagles are the team to beat in the NFC East this year.”

Looks like D.B. has been sampling not green crack, but just plain ole crack.

T.S. of Queens (but originally Philadelphia) writes, “I agree with D.B.  The Eagles are the team to beat.”

And this from a man who has the lyrics to “Oh Yoko” tattooed on his arm.

L.K. of New Jersey writes, “This Green Crack has piqued my curiosity.  I may be of value to you in your search through the wilds of this ‘Staten’ Island you speak of.”

You’re welcome to join me son.  Just get rid of the Mohawk.  It just screams “Feds!”

My record at Yankee games this year stands at 9-4.  My next and final game of the regular season is Tuesday October 2nd against the last place (I just love saying that) Boston Red Sox.

As I write this Baltimore is leading Oakland 7-4 in the eighth.  If they hold on to win the Yankees will maintain a slim one game lead over Baltimore.

Go Yankees!

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The City Council Minutes of the Martydom of a Lover of Large, Sugary Soft Drinks

 Are you a big gulp drinker?

Yesterday, September 13th 2012 freedom was destroyed in New York City.  The New York City Board of Fascism Health voted 8-0 to ban the sale of big sodas and other sugary drinks at restaurants, concession stands and other eateries.

As soon as the shameful vote was promulgated, police fanned out across the city to arrest large soft drink lovers.  Some escaped official opprobrium by renouncing all 32-ounce drinks. However others, some from principle, some from love of large sugary soft drinks refused to renounce their allegiance to the outlawed delight.  The following is the official City Council acts of the martyrdom of one such Big Gulp drinker.

The Interrogation before Mayor Bloomberg

The next day, the 14th of September, a great crowd gathered near city hall at the command of the Mayor.  Then the same Mayor ordered that a large soft drink lover be brought to him.  When he had been brought forward, the Mayor asked the large sugary soft drink lover, “Are you a lover of large, sugary soft drinks?”.  The lover of large, sugary soft drinks responded “I am.”  The Mayor said “Have you presented yourself to people as a sacrilegious drinker of large, sugary soft drinks?” The drinker responded “I have.”  The Mayor said “The Board of Health have ordered you to stop drinking large, sugary soft drinks.”  The large sugary soft drink lover said “I will not.”  The Mayor responded “Have a care for your own interests.”  The lover of large, sugary soft drinks responded, “There is no need of reflection.”

After he had spoken with his advisers Mayor Bloomberg hesitatingly and unwillingly pronounced the sentence in these words:  “You have lived for a long time in a sacrilegious frame of mind, have drank large sugary soft drinks and have set yourself up as an enemy of the gods of healthy dieting.  We have not been able to call you back to the observance of healthy dietary norms.  Therefore you will yourself be a warning for these people.  Respect for healthy diets will be confirmed by your blood.”  Once he had said this, he read out the sentence.  “It has been decided that you are to be executed by the sword.”  The lover of large sugary soft drinks responded, “Burp.”

The Martyrdom of the lover of large, sugary soft drinks

After this sentence, the crowd of fellow lovers of large, sugary soft drinks said, “Let us also be beheaded with him!” On this account a great commotion broke out among the crowd and they followed the lover of of large, sugary soft drinks to City Hall Park.  There he took off his coat, knelt down on the ground, kissed it and cried out, “You can pry my large sugary soft drink from my cold, dead hands!’  He then stood erect and awaited the executioner. When the executioner came the lover of large, sugary soft drinks put on the blindfold with his own hands.  But since New York is a liberal and progressive city the death sentence was commuted.  Mayor Bloomberg instead sentenced the lover of large, sugary soft drinks to have his taxes raised and his rent increased 37 percent.  The lover of large, sugary soft drinks then wept and passed out.  His unconscious body was laid out nearby on account of the curiosity of the people with healthy diets.

Then his still unconscious body was taken up at night with candles and torches (which use less energy than incandescent bulbs) and brought back to his now much more expensive yet still small and cramped apartment.

A few days after pronouncing sentence on the lover of large, sugary soft drinks Mayor Bloomberg himself died after choking on a deluxe bacon cheeseburger and his body did vomit out copious amounts of sugary soft drinks.

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Manhattan Infidel Presents Your Rioting Muslim Template™

 The Americans have insulted the prophet.  Or possibly not. It doesn’t really make much of a difference.

With the riots in Libya and Egypt I have decided, for the benefit of my readers who may be unaware of the root causes of such riots, to publish the Rioting Muslim Template™.  As always, if you are caught or killed in a Muslim riot the President of the United States will disavow any knowledge of your actions.  Then he will apologize.  Then he will deny the apology.  Then he will accuse his opponent in the election of playing politics.  Then he will jet off to New York for a $40,000 a plate fundraiser.

Muslims riot and storm U.S. embassies because

  1. The United State has oppressed the Muslim peoples!
  2. The United States stole Andalusia from the Caliphate of Cordoba in the 11th century
  3. Reason?  We need a reason?
  4. My goat is very very sick
  5. It’s hot as hell in Philadelphia (someone open up a window!)
  6. Jews!

To prevent Muslims from taking over American embassies Americans should

  1. Refrain from insulting the prophet
  2. Refrain from insulting Islam
  3. My goat.  Please.  Save her.
  4. Rewrite our constitution to restrict free speech and enact anti-blasphemy laws (but only for Islam not Christianity)
  5. Someone ought to open up a window! (No no no!  Too many flies!  Too many flies!)  But it’s hot as hell in Philadelphia!
  6. Jews!

If you happen to see Muslims attempting to scale the walls of the American Embassy you are stationed at

  1. Do not panic!  After all, storming an embassy is a serious breach of international law.  The host country would never let that happen
  2. Trust the embassy guards.  The host country put them there for a reason.  They are highly trained and your safety is paramount to them
  3. How am I supposed to mount my goat if she is dead.  My goat.  Please.  Save her.
  4. Find a laptop and Tweet the experience.  Remember you are not in danger.  The security guards will stay at their stations at the risk of death
  5. Jews!

Muslims have scaled the walls of the embassy, are setting fires and shooting people.  What do you do?

  1. Resign yourself to your fate.  It is your fault after all.  I mean, you must have insulted the prophet. Or not.  It doesn’t really matter but you are an infidel and deserve to die.  And no virgins for you!
  2. Try to reason with the rioters.  Say something that will appeal to them such as, “President Barack Obama loves Muslims.  Not like the cowboy Bush.”
  3. Okay.  That didn’t work and they still seem intent on killing you.  (See no. 1)
  4. Basically you’re screwed pal.  I bet it was the ice cream cone you are eating.  It insults the prophet
  5. My goat.  Please.  I need her to take my seed.
  6. Jews!

You’ve been shot 12 times, your hair is on fire and you are suffering from smoke inhalation

  1. Know that your death will be a sacrifice for freedom
  2. Thank god you wore respectable underwear, as your pants will probably come off as your body is dragged through the streets
  3. You really should have saved his goat when you had the chance
  4. When I bite into a York Peppermint Patty I am reminded of the decadence of western culture.
  5. Jews!

It is my hope that this Rioting Muslim Template™ will in some small way contribute to peace and understanding between our peoples.

NOW GET YOUR F#$#$ING GOAT OFF MY LAWN!

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