By Debbie Schlussel
I don’t get why many Americans, including some of my friends and readers, are so surprised that Boston Marathon Islamic terrorist Tamerlan Tsarnaev found an American skank (or, in Arabic, “sharmuta”/whore) who would sleep with him, convert to Islam, and have his baby, not insisting he marry her first (I’ve yet to see proof he married her at all, and the chick and anchor baby moved back in with her parents after he abandoned them, reports say). Um, newsflash: America is riddled with these moronic women who put their vagina first, second, thousandth, and last, before American national security or basic common sense. Crawling with ’em. I’ve written about dozens of these desperate idiotettes who put their need for sex and a man before anything else, to America’s detriment. This moroness, Katherine Russell, is just the latest of these wooskhah [Arabic for “filthy”] chicks. And your daughter, sister, niece, or granddaughter could be next. Good luck with that, America. America is more than Keeping Up with the Jihadashians. These women aren’t “just crazy in love.” They’re just crazy . . . and easy.

Katherine Russell: “I Was a Jihadist’s Willing Terrorist Anchor Baby Factory”
And, of course, their parents aren’t much different. Russell’s parents are delusional and/or in denial, since they lament over this sperm donor who beat their daughter. Note how the first thing in their stunningly cold statement is this selfish utterance: “Our daughter has lost her husband today.” So sad, too bad, fools. They claim they “cannot begin to comprehend how this horrible tragedy occurred.” Um, your spawn slept with a Muslim and spawned some more. Glaringly, there is no statement about them being sorry for the lives this schmuck destroyed–by either taking them away completely or ripping out people’s limbs. And, sorry, but saying they cannot comprehend it ain’t the same thing. Mentioning the pain he inflicted isn’t the same, either. There is nothing about “Our hearts go out to these people.” Or “we feel for the victims.” Nope. Just, “We are the victims.” Um, no, you ain’t. The victims are people who were innocently at a Marathon. Not wimpy “parents” and their skanky daughter who welcomed this violent, extremist Muslim gigolo into their lives and, in the case of the daughter, into her vaginal canal. No tears for them. Dhimmis are the problem, NOT the solution. PUH-LEEZE. These people’s daughter is alive and still with all of her body parts. The victims of their “son-in-law” are either dead or missing limbs.
“Our . . . . We . . . . Our . . . . Respect Our Privacy. Us, Us, Us!”
Something tells me these “parents” taught their daughter to value “diversity” over all else and probably thought it was the greatest thing since sliced pita to have their daughter wantonly engage in interspecies erotica with this guy. They probably saw too many commercials about “Buying the World a Coke,” and that absolute fantasy became their gospel. Bet they welcomed Tamerlan Tsarnaev to their house and even asked him for some Chechen recipes (of the non-explosive kind) so they could make him feel welcome in some halal kumbaya-fest. Ah, diversity. That’s the kind of people whose daughter converts to Islam to become a walkin’ baby factory for an extremist “DREAM Act kid.” See, it ain’t a meltin’ pot, when the thing don’t melt and merely sucks the life out of all the other flavors. But, hey, he was a boxer! Awww . . . it’s the New, Improved, Jihadist version of “Rocky.” Yo, allah! Read the rest of this entry »