Honor Killing: Teenage Girl Murdered By Kurdish Whack Jobs For Talking To Boys

Is It Any Wonder Saddam Hussein Wanted The Kurds Dead

February 5th, 2010 – No Comments

Rational people living on this f***ed up planet take issue with honor killings, as they should, but short of committing genocide, there’s f*** all anybody can do about.

Honor killing–LMFAO because there is no honor in killing for any reason, except maybe when it comes to that Dr. Jack Kevorkian guy and a handful of people who want to, or are, emulating him.

Assisted suicide, depending on the amount of pain and suffering a terminally person is having to live through in their dying days seems reasonable, I guess. That’s where I stand on that particular subject anyway.

This honor killing bullshit though…Like I said, there’s f*** all anybody can do about it short of killing off those who are into that kind of retarded shit. Oops, somebody report me to the PC police–I used the “R-word”.

The Turks, they need their f***ing heads examined if they think a 16-year-old girl deserves to be buried alive because she was befriending boys. LIKE GET REAL YOU SICK F***KS AND MAY THOSE MILITANTS JUST OVER THE BORDER THERE IN IRAQ BOMB THE HELL OUT YOU.

Medine Memi’s body was found in a 2-meter-deep hole in a chicken coop a month and a bit after, she went missing. She was in a sitting up position and her hands were bound. I am going to assume that her hands were tied behind her back.

There were no bruises on her body and toxicology tests found no drugs in her system. She was alive, conscious and lucid when she was buried when she was buried by her grandfather and father. F***, is it any wonder Chemical Ali gassed the Kurds way back when? F*** they are sick f***ing people, especially when it comes to their children apparently.

That said, if there are any Kurds in Canada that think that what happened to this poor girl is appropriate, the right thing to do, you might want to pack up your shit and get the f*** out of Canada.

Not only that, you had better hope for your sake that our paths don’t cross. You never know what I might do to you, especially if I happen to have a jar or squeeze bottle of French’s Mustard on me.