Central #London, during protest against #Israel attack on #Gaza. Deen Riders engine and exhaust shouted loud! (at Marble Arch Fountains)
Central #London, during protest against #Israel attack on #Gaza. Deen Riders engine dan exhaust shouted loud! (at Marble Arch Fountains)
At Central #London, during protest against #Israel attack on #Gaza, Deen Rider’s engine and exhaust shouted loud! (at Marbel Arch)
At Central #London, during protest against #Israel attack on # Gaza. Deen Riders engine and exhaust shouted loud! (at Marbel Arch)
Recently started @pottermore and I thought that sorting hat placed me to the right place. :D – View on Path.
Sultan Mahmud IV to the Zaporozhian Cossacks:
"As the Sultan; son of Muhammad; brother of the sun and moon; slave and viceroy of God; ruler of the kingdoms of Macedonia, Babylon, Jerusalem, Upper and Lower Egypt; emperor of emperors; sovereign of sovereigns; extraordinary knight, never defeated; steadfast guardian of the tomb of Jesus Christ; trustee chosen by God Himself; the hope and comfort of Muslims; confounder and great defender of Christians — I command you, the Zaporogian Cossacks, to submit to me voluntarily and without any resistance, and to desist from troubling me with your attacks."
—Turkish Sultan Mahmud IV
The reply was a stream of invective and vulgar rhymes, parodying the Sultan’s titles:
Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan!
"O sultan, Turkish devil and damned devil’s kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are you, that can’t slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil excretes, and your army eats. You will not, you son of a bitch, make subjects of Christian sons; we’ve no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck your mother.
You Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig’s snout, mare’s arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw your own mother!
So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won’t even be herding Christian pigs. Now we’ll conclude, for we don’t know the date and don’t own a calendar; the moon’s in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day’s the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!