This thread isn’t getting nearly the credit it deserves. It’s fucking brilliant.
The first letter of every word is capitalized except “bombs.” Even “Without.” You don’t know why. There’s not a reason for that. It’s just awesome.
Go ahead and tell me that opening a thread about a religious group with this phrase has ever turned out any way but great. Go ahead and say it, and I won’t listen. It’s like driving down the highway and seeing a road sign that just says WTF?!. You don’t know exactly what’s around the bend, but you know it’s going to be awesome.
This is a use of parenthetical with which I am unfamiliar.
This one’s better. A few bombs go off; I get it.
Lost me. You posted a thread about how every single Muslim funeral involves a bombing, and didn’t even link to a story that would demonstrate why that was on your mind, so that for all the reader knows your cat just made a noise that sounded like “Allah” and got you to “thinking.” Which prejudices?
I remember reading a couple of years ago about a wedding in Yemen where one of the guests, an older fellow in his 80’s, who in his exuberance, lost control of his rifle as he fired into the air and capped a couple of the other guests including shooting the bride in the head, killing her instantly.
‘Geez, Gramps. If you objected to the wedding why didn’t you just say so!’
This sort of behavior isn’t the exclusive domain of Muslims, though.
Although I am loathe to dignify the OP with a response, I will say that if you have a vendetta and you kill one person, his funeral is a great place to target like minded folks. Witness the Godfather when the boss goes after Vito’s family at a funeral, as well as the IRA incident mentioned above.
As I see it, very few Christian funerals (USA) go off without a few hitches (Fred Phelps). My question: whay are there such passions released at these affairs? What purpose is served by trolling people in mourning?
yes, i know, i’m showing my prejudices…but, what the heck.
Every funeral home worth its salt offers a bomb option. It’s like hiring professional mourners, you do it so it looks like people cared about the deceased.
I saw that in “Six Feet Under,” or else it was a documentary about funeral homes on TLC. Or maybe it was a hallucination after gobbling down a bag of magic muschrooms. Whatever.
Daddy offers a wide array of bombs-your garden variety grenades, pipe bombs, and so on. There’s even a payment plan for the major ones-do you have any idea how expensive those things can be?
Ralph Wiggum’s trenchant observations were usually pretty accurate- I have no doubt, for example, that his cat’s breath really did smell like cat food.
