Right, I don't know much about Islamos or whatever they call themselves. But a few years back I knew these three strippers - well, whores that also stripped on weekends, you know the sort. Well, after a titanic bender one Wednesday, we all went back to their place, a flat they shared in a converted Victorian house just off the King's Road.
They had an old Persian rug in front of the fireplace in the living room. It was left over from the old boy who had had the place before them, before he died obviously. It smelt quite bad of p1ss, and they really should have chucked it out, but it looked nice enough, and besides theses three tarts were always coked out of their f***ing minds and would never do any bloody cleaning, much less take anything down the tip.
Anyway, on the night in question, I banged all three of them on the rug in front of the fire (the central heating had packed in again and the rest of the flat was f***ing freezing). These three were c0ck-mad and I thought I was going to have to call in back up, must have gone on for hours. Legs like jelly afterwards.
Long story short, that was some f***ing night on that Persian rug, and so I feel an affinity with the Middle East, and also feel qualified to comment on affairs pertaining to that region.
Mozlimity, or whatever it's called, is the religion of tolerance and peace, and anyone who says otherwise should be f***ing beheaded in my opinion.