We were down this morning due to a DOS attack from Saudi Arabia on our blog host. We were out again this evening.
Since I heart Mohammed desperately and often fantasize about being one of his many wives (I'm the exotic blonde one he prefers above all others), hopefully in the future the cyberjihadis will learn how to do surgical strikes on the infidel blogs, leaving mine unaffected.
Although I do understand the bit about having to break some eggs to make an omelette.
Ah, Florida-infidel, but you did once post a bomb-head cartoon of Mohammed (peace be upon him)...so you may have been an intended target too.
Posted by: tfhr at April 28, 2006 10:14 PM
No, no, that was a psychic photo I did of one of my daydreams. He often hides things in his turban for me to find: Cadbury Easter eggs, little jeweled birds, and bombs. It's just a little game we play.
Posted by: Donnah at April 28, 2006 10:29 PMOh. Then that's ok.
Posted by: tfhr at April 29, 2006 12:08 AMHe often whispers in my ear "Oh, you're a dirty, dirty little infidel, aren't you?"
Posted by: Donnah at April 29, 2006 04:42 AMi got emailed about my blog and they said "why do all your rants get around to the war on terror/jihad/loss of (i'm paraphrasing here) our balls to defend our culture?
i'm like "duh, it is 2006. even if i write about duane/skynyrd/the who/insert your favorite old school musician here, it's going to come back to how the lack of values is destroying this country from the inside out.
also they wanted to know how i could disrespect the right wing. duh, i'm a conservative, not a lackey to the administration.
that project for the new american century.....you tell lefties you support that, they think you're as evil as cheny or rummy.
no kidding, dhimmi dummies, that's why i pulled the lever, not for "chimpy"
one day it will come out that bush wasn't a moron. just like they painted reagan with that brush, that dog won't hunt if you research it.
Posted by: richard at April 30, 2006 01:49 PMBlonde infidel who needs Mohammed(pieces be on him)'s miracle whip to keep her sassy assterisk in the harem line. That one, right?
Posted by: tree hugging sister at May 1, 2006 12:16 AMSister, I'm going to wash your mouth out with only soap worth using -- Irish Spring.
Posted by: Donnah at May 1, 2006 02:54 AMSticks and soap
may give YOU hope,
but you could never catch me.
Sister, you're the poet in my heart.
Never change, and don't you ever wash.