My apologies for the long absence. What better way to start off the last year of the Mayan calender then a smashing good beat down. T-Fat decided to weigh his sumo wrestler like mass in on Loonwatch's latest expose of Zionist media whore Asra Nomani. Unfortunately for T-Fat I was also there, and well..you all how much I much I adore this glycerin ball of a man. What proceeded was a titanic a** kicking of the corpulent cancerous Communist charlatan, led by none other then yours truly. It was like watching a cockroach take on a can of Raid. Naturally he took off faster then Federal Express with the tread of my curly Iron Sheik boots firmly embossed on his blimp like posterior. Now people know why this Bhutto crime family groupie runs from debate. Fatah might get some play from the usual suspects, but in a REAL debate, he wouldn’t last five minutes against a qualified opponent even if his friends Michael Coren and Ezra Levant were propping up his sorry fat carcass from either side. It was only Loonwatch's guidelines which prevented me from giving Uncle Tom Dollar a total vasectomy.Let's take salivating look shall we?
You can read the rest here. I'm going to reward myself with some biryani(trans fats included).