Hipokryzja GINI-ANII. Wstydz sie!

IP: *.netlandia.pl 12.04.03, 13:44
Zadalem sobie trud i przejrzalem wszystkie wskazane
zdjecia przez Anie. Nie ma tam ani jednego zdjecia
zolnierzy Saddama w niewoli! Ania liczy, ze nikt nie
sprawdzi jej pomowienia! Pamietam zdjecia, ktore
opublikowal "Saddam" i dlaczego Amerykanie zaprotestowali.
Aniu! To co robisz, nie wazne sa Twoje intencje czy
przekonania, przypomina propagande gebelsowska!
    • Gość: Pndzelek Re: Hipokryzja GINI-ANII. Wstydz sie! IP: *.warszawa.cvx.ppp.tpnet.pl 12.04.03, 13:49
      Gość portalu: Zybi napisał(a):
      > Aniu! To co robisz, nie wazne sa Twoje intencje czy
      > przekonania, przypomina propagande gebelsowska!

      Wydaje mi się, że troszeczkę obraziłeś Pana Goebbelsa, on swoją robotę robił
      inteligentnie...

      No ale cóż, Andzia.be pracuje społecznie, a społeczna praca w chuj się obraca...
      • puls Hipokryzja materaca.Wstydz sie Maz islamista karze 12.04.03, 15:32
        Gość portalu: Pndzelek napisał(a):

        > Gość portalu: Zybi napisał(a):
        > > Aniu! To co robisz, nie wazne sa Twoje intencje czy
        > > przekonania, przypomina propagande gebelsowska!
        >
        > Wydaje mi się, że troszeczkę obraziłeś Pana Goebbelsa, on swoją robotę robił
        > inteligentnie...
        >
        > No ale cóż, Andzia.be pracuje społecznie, a społeczna praca w chuj się
        obraca..
        > .

        Spolecznie obsluguje arabkow ten materac islamski ??
        Nie ta propagande arabskiego klamstwa robi na rozkaz meza islamisty.
      • Gość: Ali G. Re: Heil, Jude! IP: *.krakow.pl 13.04.03, 00:39
        Gość portalu: Pndzelek napisał(a):

        > Gość portalu: Zybi napisał(a):
        > > Aniu! To co robisz, nie wazne sa Twoje intencje czy
        > > przekonania, przypomina propagande gebelsowska!
        >
        > Wydaje mi się, że troszeczkę obraziłeś Pana Goebbelsa, on swoją robotę robił
        > inteligentnie...
        >
        > No ale cóż, Andzia.be pracuje społecznie, a społeczna praca w chuj się
        obraca..
        > .
        • wojo!!!! Heil, Ali----wylazl nazista z arabka ,sadam kaput 13.04.03, 05:37
          Wiec wsciekle arabki zapomnialy sie maskowac , nazista wylazl z arabka Ali.
    • gini Re: Hipokryzja GINI-ANII. Wstydz sie! 12.04.03, 14:08
      Gość portalu: Zybi napisał(a):

      > Zadalem sobie trud i przejrzalem wszystkie wskazane
      > zdjecia przez Anie. Nie ma tam ani jednego zdjecia
      > zolnierzy Saddama w niewoli! Ania liczy, ze nikt nie
      > sprawdzi jej pomowienia! Pamietam zdjecia, ktore
      > opublikowal "Saddam" i dlaczego Amerykanie zaprotestowali.
      > Aniu! To co robisz, nie wazne sa Twoje intencje czy
      > przekonania, przypomina propagande gebelsowska!
      www1.gazeta.pl/fotografie/964822,43704,1264973.html?x=22
      Zle chyba przegladales to jest zdjecie z galerii GW, ktora to zmienia sie
      starsze zdjecia spadaja po prostu w dol.
      Wystarczy komentarz, zamieszczony kolo zdjecia.Wszyscy widzieli zdjecie i nikt
      nie kwestionowal tylko Ty, Ty rzniesz glupa i tyle.
      • Gość: Zybi Re: Hipokryzja GINI-ANII. Wstydz sie! IP: *.netlandia.pl 12.04.03, 17:57
        gini napisała:

        > Gość portalu: Zybi napisał(a):
        >
        > > Zadalem sobie trud i przejrzalem wszystkie wskazane
        > > zdjecia przez Anie. Nie ma tam ani jednego zdjecia
        > > zolnierzy Saddama w niewoli! Ania liczy, ze nikt nie
        > > sprawdzi jej pomowienia! Pamietam zdjecia, ktore
        > > opublikowal "Saddam" i dlaczego Amerykanie
        zaprotestowali.
        > > Aniu! To co robisz, nie wazne sa Twoje intencje czy
        > > przekonania, przypomina propagande gebelsowska!
        > <a
        href="www1.gazeta.pl/fotografie/964822,43704,1264973.html?x=22"target
        >
        ="_blank">www1.gazeta.pl/fotografie/964822,43704,1264973.html?x=22</a>
        > Zle chyba przegladales to jest zdjecie z galerii GW,
        ktora to zmienia sie
        > starsze zdjecia spadaja po prostu w dol.
        > Wystarczy komentarz, zamieszczony kolo zdjecia.Wszyscy
        widzieli zdjecie i nikt
        > nie kwestionowal tylko Ty, Ty rzniesz glupa i tyle.

        10 kwietnia. Iraccy żołnierze pojmani w kontrolowanej
        obecnie przez Kurdów miejscowości Perdeh, nieopodal
        Kirkuku.
        Zdjecie zrobione przez reportera AP nie w wiezieniu, a
        gdzies na ulicy, w swojej wymowie wspolczujace
        zolnierzom, porownujesz z upokarzajacymi robionymi w
        wiezieniu zdjeciami panstwowej TV Saddama? Piszesz, ze
        Tylko ja kwestionowalem Twoj post. Klamiesz, przeczytaj
        uwaznie.
        Rzniesz glupa coraz marniej.
        • Gość: Pndzelek Andzia nie kuma od urodzenia... IP: *.warszawa.cvx.ppp.tpnet.pl 12.04.03, 17:59
          Szkoda gadać Panie Zybi, bo Andzia nie kuma od urodzenia. Ten typ tak ma...
          • Gość: Zybi Re: Andzia nie kuma od urodzenia... IP: *.netlandia.pl 13.04.03, 23:57
            Gość portalu: Pndzelek napisał(a):

            > Szkoda gadać Panie Zybi, bo Andzia nie kuma od
            urodzenia. Ten typ tak ma...
            Nie ma glowy, stoi przy garach.
        • Gość: Ali G. Re: Tango Milonga, tango mych mazren i snow... IP: *.krakow.pl 13.04.03, 00:40
      • Gość: chichot Aniu rznąć mozna panienkę, głupa się pali... IP: *.warszawa.cvx.ppp.tpnet.pl 14.04.03, 14:31
        (sic)
    • Gość: Blong sam sie wstydz, bo szukac nie umiesz IP: *.zabkowska.sdi.tpnet.pl 12.04.03, 14:09
      www1.gazeta.pl/im/1420/z1420424G.jpg
      to chyba staly link ale bez komentarza

      z opisem teraz to jest tu
      www1.gazeta.pl/fotografie/964822,43704,1264973.html?x=23
      ale z pewnoscia niedlugo ten link sie zmieni
      • Gość: Świnia137 Re: sam sie wstydz, bo szukac nie umiesz IP: *.client.attbi.com 13.04.03, 00:19
        Anię-gini na podstawie wielu jej wypowiedzi można podejrzewać o
        amerykanofobię, ale w tym konkretnym przypadku
        • v.c Re: sam sie wstydz, bo szukac nie umiesz 13.04.03, 00:34
          Gość portalu: Świnia137 napisał(a):

          > Anię-gini na podstawie wielu jej wypowiedzi można podejrzewać o
          > amerykanofobię, ale w tym konkretnym przypadku
        • v.c PS. Do Swini 13.04.03, 00:41
          pokaz mi te artykuly z US ktore sie z toba zgadzaja.
          • v.c Swinia gdzie te artykuly? 14.04.03, 14:24
      • v.c ??????????????? 13.04.03, 00:44
        Gość portalu: Blong napisał(a):

        > <a
        href="http://www1.gazeta.pl/im/1420/z1420424G.jpg"target="_blank">www1.gazet
        > a.pl/im/1420/z1420424G.jpg</a>
        > to chyba staly link ale bez komentarza



        A co jest na tym zdjeciu? Co sie dzieje? Czy ty wiesz?




        >
        > z opisem teraz to jest tu
        > <a href="www1.gazeta.pl/fotografie/964822,43704,1264973.html?
        x=23"target
        > ="_blank">www1.gazeta.pl/fotografie/964822,43704,1264973.html?x=23</a>
        > ale z pewnoscia niedlugo ten link sie zmieni

        ??????
        Wojna z Irakiem
        11 kwietnia 2003. Iracki chłopiec przynosi amerykańskiemu żołnierzowi z 3.
        batalionu marines szklankę z wodą; okolice centrum Bagdadu.

    • wojo!!!! Hipokryzja ANII. Opowiesc o torturach-wstydz sie ! 13.04.03, 05:44
      Pytanie ,dlaczego zawsze popiera ona mordercow islamskich ,dyktatorow i
      terrorystow , a nigdy ofiary ich agresji ?
      ----------------------------------------------------------------------

      Hashmia Jassim (center) was tortured by Baathists. Her son Laith (left),
      deserted Saddam's army last month

      Iraqi Metamorphoses
      This Iraqi woman wants the world to know her tragic story so that no one
      doubts the military action taken against Saddam Hussein

      By Rod Nordland
      NEWSWEEK WEB EXCLUSIVE


      April 12 — Hashmia Jassim has such a desperate need to talk about her
      life as a bug that she beckons three passing strangers into her dwelling. By
      doing so, she is abandoning an ironclad norm of behavior for a Shiite woman.
      She pushes the curtain aside that separates the women’s quarters, and, worse,
      even draws her male guests in by gentle tugs at their wrists. The touch is
      shocking here in southern Iraq, from a woman of 54 in a black chador.

      IT ALL BEGAN, SHE SAYS, one day in 1984 when she was huddled in her
      neighborhood bomb shelter, during one of the periodic shellings of her
      hometown of Basra during the Iran-Iraq war. One of the other women there took
      a dislike to her, and that woman was a paid informer for the mukhabarat,
      Saddam Hussein’s secret police. “The bitch told them I tore down Saddam’s
      portrait,” she says. “It wasn’t even true.” The only thing they regime really
      had on Hashmia was the conduct of her brother, Abdul Karim Jassim, who had
      deserted from the Iraqi army after Saddam invaded Iran, and died in front of a
      firing squad in 1982 at the age of 21. In Saddam’s Iraq, guilt by posthumous
      association was practically an article of jurisprudence.

      That and the snitch’s report was enough to get Hashmia a seven-year
      prison sentence. Blindfolded, she never even saw which prison she was taken
      to. The male warders made her wear pants, an offense to Shiites’ strict female
      dress codes; without a belt they often fell down. The low point of every day
      was the daily torture session; the high point, gruel in a bowl, the prisoners’
      only meal. Even that was denied her if “I made some mistake.” Hashmia’s
      jailors scored her back with a hot poker, beat the souls of her feet with
      sticks, made her pull up her baggy pants and whipped her legs. The sexual
      humiliation may have been even worse than the pain, but that was
      serious. “They slapped me so hard that my neck hurts from it even now.” The
      torturers wanted her to confess to plotting against the Baathist regime, but
      she knew that would mean a death sentence.
      Worse than all that: Hashmia had no idea what had happened to her six
      kids, who ranged in age from nine to sixteen. She could well imagine. “They
      were small kids and when they arrested me they didn’t even take any notice of
      them, even though there was no father in the house.” Divorced from her
      husband, she had been the children’s only support. Her parents were
      desperately poor, and already elderly. Worrying about the kids turned her hair
      gray too. “I’ve seen films where prison made your hair go white overnight, but
      I never believed it could happen until it happened to me.”
      As she feared, her kids ended up on the street while she marked the
      next four years in jail. Her eldest son Laith Joumaah took charge, the man of
      the family at the age of 13. “Laith quit school to take care of them all. If
      it wasn’t for him we’d have been lost,” she says. He worked his way up to a
      job as a mechanic and the kids managed to stay together as a family. The bond
      between this mother and son is solid and unspoken. Before she relates intimate
      details of her torture, she asks the rest of the family to leave, but Laith
      stays quietly behind. She weeps softly, and adjusts her headscarf; draws
      encouragement in a quick glance at Laith, looks her listeners in the eye and
      goes on.
      After a few months, her tormentors gave up on extracting a confession
      from her, and she was transferred to Baghdad’s notorious Al Rashidiya prison.
      The torture stopped, but not the torment. “There were 46 women in a room this
      size,” she says. It’s no bigger than a normal hotel room. “We slept in the
      toilet, we lay in our own waste, there were rats and bugs and bats.” Whenever
      the authorities needed a rent-a-crowd to chant “Long live Saddam,” the
      prisoners would be bused out of the prison to take part. On his birthday, they
      were forced to honor him with dancing—not something decent Shiite women do.
      She says she can’t recall a single kindness from her jailors in all those
      years. “Even the janitors were filthy to us,” she said. “We were just bugs to
      them.”
      Hashmia was released in 1988 at the end of the Iran-Iraq war in one of
      the tyrant’s spasms of magnanimity, this one an amnesty to celebrate “victory”
      over Iran. The war, started by Saddam, cost one million lives and many
      billions of dollars, but gained not an inch of territory. She found Laith and
      the others. Was she proud of him? “If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t still be
      alive.” How did he feel? “Other people used to make fun of us because my
      mother was in jail,” he says. “I was proud of her just because she was my mom.”
      Tragedy wouldn’t leave them alone. In 1991, the American coalition
      invaded Iraq, encouraging a Shiite rebellion, and then abandoning it.
      Hashmia’s 18-year-old son Mohammed Joumah was swept up in the spirit of the
      protests, and when Iraqi forces savagely suppressed the uprising, Mohammed was
      among unknown thousands massacred in the streets under the direction of Major
      General Ali “Chemical” Majid. Saddam’s favorite cousin is better known for
      gassing the Kurds, but in Basra he’ll always be remembered as the Shiites’
      worst butcher.
      Laith was taken from her again last year, drafted when war loomed with
      the Americans and the British. He was sent to the Iraqi Tenth Army Division,
      defending Amara, a city about 120 miles from Basra. During the run-up to war,
      leaflets fluttered from the skies, calling for soldiers to desert and abandon
      Saddam Hussein. “The leaflets had a big effect on us,” Laith says. But
      coalition missiles on the first day of war galvanized the troops. Of the 100
      soldiers in his company, all deserted, in groups of seven and eight. “I think
      the officers pretended not to notice.” He ditched his uniform and his boots,
      and walked barefoot down the road to Basra.
      Laith was home by the time British tanks and infantry took Basra on
      April 6. “The army was hiding among our homes,” Hashmia says. A jet flying
      close air support bombed their house. And that is where Hashmia’s life as a
      bug ends. “The coalition destroyed my home,” she says. “But I’m not angry.”
      The family all survived. Friends in the Andalosa neighborhood of Basra
      told them of an abandoned building and they loaded what possessions they could
      recover onto a pickup truck and went to have a look. The Jassims recognized
      the building right away. “You could not even pass by these places before,” she
      says. “This was the day I’ve been waiting all my life to see, when places like
      this were finished with.” The previous occupants had all fled, and the Jassim
      family gaily moved into the neighborhood Baathist Party headquarters. “It’s
      like I’m in a waking dream,” she says, “staying in the house of the Baath.”
      • d_nutka Re: Hipokryzja ANII. Opowiesc o torturach-wstydz 14.04.03, 07:41
        Hipokryzja ANII. Opowiesc o torturach-wstydz sie !
        Autor: wojo!!!!@NOSPAM.gazeta.pl
        Data: 13-04-2003 05:44 + dodaj do ulubionych wątków

        + odpowiedz na list

        + odpowiedz cytując


        --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
        Pytanie ,dlaczego zawsze popiera ona mordercow islamskich ,dyktatorow i
        terrorystow , a nigdy ofiary ich agresji ?
        ----------------------------------------------------------------------

        pewnie opiera się na zasadzie prawnej, że "i szatan potrzebuje adwokata"
        aby była sprawiedliwość

        pozdrawiam
        d_nutka
    • wojo!!!! Hipokryzja ANII. Opowiesc o torturach-wstydz sie ! 13.04.03, 05:44
      Pytanie ,dlaczego zawsze popiera ona mordercow islamskich ,dyktatorow i
      terrorystow , a nigdy ofiary ich agresji ?
      ----------------------------------------------------------------------

      Hashmia Jassim (center) was tortured by Baathists. Her son Laith (left),
      deserted Saddam's army last month

      Iraqi Metamorphoses
      This Iraqi woman wants the world to know her tragic story so that no one
      doubts the military action taken against Saddam Hussein

      By Rod Nordland
      NEWSWEEK WEB EXCLUSIVE


      April 12 — Hashmia Jassim has such a desperate need to talk about her
      life as a bug that she beckons three passing strangers into her dwelling. By
      doing so, she is abandoning an ironclad norm of behavior for a Shiite woman.
      She pushes the curtain aside that separates the women’s quarters, and, worse,
      even draws her male guests in by gentle tugs at their wrists. The touch is
      shocking here in southern Iraq, from a woman of 54 in a black chador.

      IT ALL BEGAN, SHE SAYS, one day in 1984 when she was huddled in her
      neighborhood bomb shelter, during one of the periodic shellings of her
      hometown of Basra during the Iran-Iraq war. One of the other women there took
      a dislike to her, and that woman was a paid informer for the mukhabarat,
      Saddam Hussein’s secret police. “The bitch told them I tore down Saddam’s
      portrait,” she says. “It wasn’t even true.” The only thing they regime really
      had on Hashmia was the conduct of her brother, Abdul Karim Jassim, who had
      deserted from the Iraqi army after Saddam invaded Iran, and died in front of a
      firing squad in 1982 at the age of 21. In Saddam’s Iraq, guilt by posthumous
      association was practically an article of jurisprudence.

      That and the snitch’s report was enough to get Hashmia a seven-year
      prison sentence. Blindfolded, she never even saw which prison she was taken
      to. The male warders made her wear pants, an offense to Shiites’ strict female
      dress codes; without a belt they often fell down. The low point of every day
      was the daily torture session; the high point, gruel in a bowl, the prisoners’
      only meal. Even that was denied her if “I made some mistake.” Hashmia’s
      jailors scored her back with a hot poker, beat the souls of her feet with
      sticks, made her pull up her baggy pants and whipped her legs. The sexual
      humiliation may have been even worse than the pain, but that was
      serious. “They slapped me so hard that my neck hurts from it even now.” The
      torturers wanted her to confess to plotting against the Baathist regime, but
      she knew that would mean a death sentence.
      Worse than all that: Hashmia had no idea what had happened to her six
      kids, who ranged in age from nine to sixteen. She could well imagine. “They
      were small kids and when they arrested me they didn’t even take any notice of
      them, even though there was no father in the house.” Divorced from her
      husband, she had been the children’s only support. Her parents were
      desperately poor, and already elderly. Worrying about the kids turned her hair
      gray too. “I’ve seen films where prison made your hair go white overnight, but
      I never believed it could happen until it happened to me.”
      As she feared, her kids ended up on the street while she marked the
      next four years in jail. Her eldest son Laith Joumaah took charge, the man of
      the family at the age of 13. “Laith quit school to take care of them all. If
      it wasn’t for him we’d have been lost,” she says. He worked his way up to a
      job as a mechanic and the kids managed to stay together as a family. The bond
      between this mother and son is solid and unspoken. Before she relates intimate
      details of her torture, she asks the rest of the family to leave, but Laith
      stays quietly behind. She weeps softly, and adjusts her headscarf; draws
      encouragement in a quick glance at Laith, looks her listeners in the eye and
      goes on.
      After a few months, her tormentors gave up on extracting a confession
      from her, and she was transferred to Baghdad’s notorious Al Rashidiya prison.
      The torture stopped, but not the torment. “There were 46 women in a room this
      size,” she says. It’s no bigger than a normal hotel room. “We slept in the
      toilet, we lay in our own waste, there were rats and bugs and bats.” Whenever
      the authorities needed a rent-a-crowd to chant “Long live Saddam,” the
      prisoners would be bused out of the prison to take part. On his birthday, they
      were forced to honor him with dancing—not something decent Shiite women do.
      She says she can’t recall a single kindness from her jailors in all those
      years. “Even the janitors were filthy to us,” she said. “We were just bugs to
      them.”
      Hashmia was released in 1988 at the end of the Iran-Iraq war in one of
      the tyrant’s spasms of magnanimity, this one an amnesty to celebrate “victory”
      over Iran. The war, started by Saddam, cost one million lives and many
      billions of dollars, but gained not an inch of territory. She found Laith and
      the others. Was she proud of him? “If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t still be
      alive.” How did he feel? “Other people used to make fun of us because my
      mother was in jail,” he says. “I was proud of her just because she was my mom.”
      Tragedy wouldn’t leave them alone. In 1991, the American coalition
      invaded Iraq, encouraging a Shiite rebellion, and then abandoning it.
      Hashmia’s 18-year-old son Mohammed Joumah was swept up in the spirit of the
      protests, and when Iraqi forces savagely suppressed the uprising, Mohammed was
      among unknown thousands massacred in the streets under the direction of Major
      General Ali “Chemical” Majid. Saddam’s favorite cousin is better known for
      gassing the Kurds, but in Basra he’ll always be remembered as the Shiites’
      worst butcher.
      Laith was taken from her again last year, drafted when war loomed with
      the Americans and the British. He was sent to the Iraqi Tenth Army Division,
      defending Amara, a city about 120 miles from Basra. During the run-up to war,
      leaflets fluttered from the skies, calling for soldiers to desert and abandon
      Saddam Hussein. “The leaflets had a big effect on us,” Laith says. But
      coalition missiles on the first day of war galvanized the troops. Of the 100
      soldiers in his company, all deserted, in groups of seven and eight. “I think
      the officers pretended not to notice.” He ditched his uniform and his boots,
      and walked barefoot down the road to Basra.
      Laith was home by the time British tanks and infantry took Basra on
      April 6. “The army was hiding among our homes,” Hashmia says. A jet flying
      close air support bombed their house. And that is where Hashmia’s life as a
      bug ends. “The coalition destroyed my home,” she says. “But I’m not angry.”
      The family all survived. Friends in the Andalosa neighborhood of Basra
      told them of an abandoned building and they loaded what possessions they could
      recover onto a pickup truck and went to have a look. The Jassims recognized
      the building right away. “You could not even pass by these places before,” she
      says. “This was the day I’ve been waiting all my life to see, when places like
      this were finished with.” The previous occupants had all fled, and the Jassim
      family gaily moved into the neighborhood Baathist Party headquarters. “It’s
      like I’m in a waking dream,” she says, “staying in the house of the Baath.”
      • Gość: Pndzelek Myślisz, że ona to przeczytała? IP: *.warszawa.cvx.ppp.tpnet.pl 13.04.03, 14:37
        Myślisz, że ona to przeczytała? Ja wątpię, bariera językowa, jak sądzę...
        • Gość: Kasia Re: Myślisz, że ona to przeczytała? IP: 80.230.115.* 14.04.03, 14:03
          Gość portalu: Pndzelek napisał(a):

          > Myślisz, że ona to przeczytała? Ja wątpię, bariera językowa, jak sądzę...

          Co z meze islamista , zapewne zabronil (cenzura ).
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