This was the cry of one of my fraternity brothers in college. During beer keg parties with neighboring sororities he’d usually get a bit too liquored up, jump on a chair or table, grab his crotch, and shout out,
I’m big Mo, and I wanna get fucked.
His behavior was always a hoot. Many times beer would be splashed on the floor and he’d dive into it doing the Gator dance. That’s when the party really started. Oh, and he usually did get laid.
I thought of this as I read IBD’s article entitled Britain’s Big Mo’.
An excerpt:
What’s in a name? Plenty, if you live in Britain. There, new data show, the name mohammad is ready to become the most popular baby boy’s name by the end of this year, overtaking Jack. That’s not trivial…
This piece launched me into a continuum of thinking, like the role sexual repression plays in Islamic culture, and how masturbation is a big no-no, premarital sex is taboo, and other limitations and punishments Islamic sharia law enforces with an iron fist. Also, there’s that 72-virgin promise to followers who martyr themselves in the name of allah and his (false) prophet Mohammad…or Mo, as we like to call him.
The writers at TMQ2 solidly agree that sexual repression is a huge motivating factor in muslim violence. Jihad depends upon it. Of course, once recruits join the jihad, they are periodically able to join in on muslim circle jerks to let off a bit of “steam”, but this is hardly a cure. What do you think they do way out in the desert in those big tents anyway, finger paint?
Further, I thought the “Big Mo” antics could be applied to muslim sexual repression. Only in this case, it would be a muslim, most likely male, between the ages of 14-25, very likely named mohammad (a common occurrence, as the article points out) who might feel the need to jump on a goat, a camel, or a pile of freshly murdered infidels, grab his tiny crotch and exclaim,
I’m little Mo and I need to get fucked!
Allah willing, of course.
If only we could get them to release this frustration before they commit violent acts of murder.
Perhaps we should air drop beer kegs, dirty movies, Vaseline, and a fresh supply of goats to these muji terrorist camps in an effort to un-repress their repressed sexual needs. Let’s end, once and for all, the blue-ball syndrome that plagues muslims, thereby causing them to plague the rest of us.
Can I get an Amen?
I have always felt that there should be an 800 number for people about to go postal, (or for sudden jihad syndrome) and a crew of hookers come to their homes and screw them into passivity.
I was criticized that the phone would be ringing off the hook 24/7 with every one calling.
Problem is, the hookers Muslims are shooting for are those 72 virgins they get for killing you.
Like you, I’ve always felt something along these lines, but my contention is slightly different. I think Muslims are sick, and Islam is their disease. Islam is like a cancer, it’s got to be changed, neutered, deballed, eliminated, quarantined and/or cut out.
We didn’t let the Nazis go on doing whatever they want forever. We treated them like a disease. We firebombed their cities, deballed, changed and eliminated them.
Now Germans are glad we did. It’s not everyday a German thanks me for my father giving his life to stop the Nazis. And it’s not every day someone from Japan thanks me for my brother giving his life so we could drop nuclear bombs on them. And it’s not everyday that Italians thank us for kicking their asses so they could string Mussolini up. But now they’re all grateful those days are behind them.
Meanwhile, the Muslims need to be seriously whooped. Because if we don’t whoop them, they’re gonna whoop us. So I say screw it with sending them hookers, and let’s send them something far more lethal while we still have the chance.