"A Stranger In Paradise"

Yes, very much a stranger.

Tell me Abdul-----who would you rather have as president Bush or Kerry and do you and your comrades intend to influence the election?

That is too friggin' funny, "Abdul" ;-)

Perception, I know little of your politics as all your infidel politicians look alike to me. Also, perhaps due to our justice system, there are not many politicians in my homeland. If they lie, we cut out their tongues. If they steal, we cut off their hands ..... and if they are flashers, we cut the buttons from their raincoats.

This is a great read, I'm loving it. Welcome Abdul.

Abdul, how is it that you say in your country "Pull the wool over perception's eyes." ?

There is something oddly familiar about the style, heh heh.

Abdul bull
Oh really-----well then I guess you won't mind if I say: "ALL YOU RAGHEADS LOOK ALIKE TO US. Begging Allah of your pardon of course. Are you headed for the AQ cell in Denver? Just tell me which one so we can have a welcoming party for you. We want you to feel welcome on your shopping trip.

Putrification, your lack of traditional American hospitality and insults to my headwear wound deeply. In response, may your goats be cursed with premature senility and your armpits infested with the fleas of a thousand camels.

Although missing the delights of Denver, my purchases have included a lifetime subscription to National Geographic Magazine and a nude photograph of Catherine Zeta-Jones ..... each offering the opportunity to see places I am unlikely to visit.

Can't Allah us just get along?

Abdulabull
This could deteriorate very rapidly so I will just say: Happy sexual fantasies looking at your nude photo of Catherine Zeta Jones as you mount one of your foul smelling camels. May your oilwells all be dry when you return from paradise.

Abulbul Amir

Lesley Nelson-Burns

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The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold
and quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest by far in the ranks of the shah,
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.

If you wanted a man to encourage the van,
Or harass the foe from the rear,
Storm fort or redoubt, you had only to shout
for Abdul Abulbul Amir.

Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame
in the troops that were led by the Czar,
And the bravest of these was a man by the name
of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

One day this bold Russian, he shouldered his gun
and donned his most truculent sneer,
Downtown he did go where he tred on the toe
of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

"Young man," quote Abdul,"has life grown so dull
That you wish to end your career?
Vile infidel know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

So take your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the Czar
For by this I imply, you are going to die,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar."

Then this bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk,
Singing, "Allah! Il Allah! Al-lah!"
And with murderous intent he ferociously went
for Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

They parried and thrust, they side-stepped and cussed,
Of blood they spilled a great part;
The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes,
Say that hash was first made on the spot.

They fought all that night neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard from afar,
And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame,
of Abdul and Ivan Skavar.

As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life,
In fact he was shouting, "Huzzah!"
He felt himself struck by that wily Calmuck,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

The Sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,
Expecting the victor to cheer,
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh,
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

There's a tomb rises up where the Blue Danube rolls,
And graved there in characters clear,
Is, "Stranger, when passing, oh pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."

A splash in the Black Sea one dark moonless night
Caused ripples to spread wide and far,
It was made by a sack fitting close to the back,
of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps,
Neath the light of the cold northern star,
And the name that she murmurs in vain as she weeps,
is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar

And to think I thought this bull real.

Abdul, your description of Arab television and the sexy girls slowly removing their veils sounds tantalizing but we all know that Arab women are not allowed to disrobe before they are married - and then only for their husbands. I feel bad for Arab men who get married and unwrap their wives from alkl the veils and find out they have married a homely cow! At least here in the US we are allowed to sample the merchandise before making a purchase.

LOL LOL LOL

"each offering the opportunity to see places I am unlikely to visit", hehheh

Too funny ...

So, err, what does it say about (some) Americans and their perception of Arabs that they actually think "Abdul Abulbul" is one - and/or that he's serious? <frowns, grins>

nimh, To err is human. To "er" is called stalling. <smile>

Abdul is Gus, of course. But I do love the song, "Stranger in Paradise".








Take my hand, I'm a stranger in paradise,
All lost in a wonderland, a stranger in paradise.
If I stand starry-eyed, that's a danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside an angel like you.

(Bridge:)
I saw your face, and I ascended
Out of the commonplace into the rare.
Somewhere in space I hang suspended
Until I know there's a chance you care.

Won't you answer the fervent prayer of a stranger in paradise?
Don't send me in dark despair from all that I hunger for,
But open your angel arms to this stranger in paradise
And tell him that he need be, a stranger no more.