A Jihad Fairytale

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"What are you reading there son?" asked the father to his only son. "Oh, I'm reading about the history of American wars throughout the millennia." replied the son. "Now, what the heck are you reading about those fairytales for. It won't do you any good now, would it?" said the father. "But dad, I have to read them, at least I'm going to have some ideas what bravery is all about." the son responded. "You see, when the Japanese were killing the rest of the people like flies, the Americans came and pulverised them with weapons of mass destruction and annihilated hundreds of thousands of their evil people, all women and children in seconds. When the Krauts, I'm not sure whether they are Jewish or Catholic, started to burn the whole Europe and killed the Jews in mass, we came down on them so hard with the brave Britons that Dresden would be a symbolic punishment to those who dared to fight us in our righteous struggles. We sure did show those murdering madmen the stuff we were made of." said the son enthusiastically.

The father looked deep into his son's eyes and said, "Son, they are just fairytales, a man made stories, they aren't real. Don't stick your head too high in the clouds now you hear. Come on, let me tuck you in." The father pulled the polka dots blanket up to his beloved son's chin. Save and secure.

"But dad, what about Iraq and Afghanistan?" Didn't our GIs made human trophies out of those sick Muslims?" the son grinned in amusement. "Nope, our GIs would never do such despicable things. Only the Nazis with black crosses would do such a thing." the father said firmly to his only beloved son. "But" gasp the son. "Now, now dear, save some for tomorrow. I'm sure we have plenty to talk about in the next morning when your brother came home from his arm dealing in Israel." comforted the father. "Cool, I can't wait to hear how the brave Israeli boys fight the Merkava with slingshots and dodging Willy Pete and live to laugh and talk about them. How I wish I could be there. Good night dad." the son said happily to his only father. "Good night son and God bless. Don't forget to say your prayer now you hear."  said the father to his beloved son. "Love you dad." said the son while slowly shutting his big brown eyes. "Love you son." said the father and he left his son to continue his writing about the Muslims and Islam. Much, much work to do.

And the lovely family spent the night in bliss and in perfect harmony. Forever and ever. The End.