I challenge this savage to prove the existence of his fictitious lunar deity by asking him/her to provide the location of Geert Wilders. Then this barbarian can go there to confront Mister Wilders. After Mister Wilders adjusts to the stench billowing from this Mohamadan, Mr. Wilders will intelligently obliterate the feeble rantings of Mohamad (MHBHF) which this braindead sheep bleats.
I wonder if the long winded idiot has a Dutch permit for the pistol in his shoulder holster?
I challenge this savage to prove the existence of his fictitious lunar deity by asking him/her to provide the location of Geert Wilders. Then this barbarian can go there to confront Mister Wilders. After Mister Wilders adjusts to the stench billowing from this Mohamadan, Mr. Wilders will intelligently obliterate the feeble rantings of Mohamad (MHBHF) which this braindead sheep bleats.