I'm about to catch a flight from one Islamic hellhole (Minneapolis) to another (Toronto), but in the meantime, read about my favorite Toronto shit-suckers: The Khadr's.

For those who are late to the party, I'll briefly review the history of the Khadr family. Papa Khadr was a senior member of al-Qaeda who took his family to Afghanistan where they hung out with Osama Bin Laden. During the 1990's, he was arrested for his part in a terrorist attack in Afghanistan, but he was kindly sprung from jail through the intervention of Jean Chretien.

Mommy and Daddy al-Qaeda raised their children to be good little martyrs. The eldest daughter-s wedding was attended by Bin Laden - and she's reportedly under investigation by the RCMP. Two of the sons - Abdul and Omar - ended in Guantanamo Bay after being captured while fighting on behalf of the terrorists. Abdul flipped and managed to get out of Gitmo by working for the CIA. Omar, who killed an American in combat, is about to be tried for murder. Another son is in jail in Canada, awaiting extradition to the United States.

This fine passel of jihadis (I wonder what happens when you write "jihadi" over an airport network... I think I'm about to find out...) is whinging once more over having their "rights" as "Canadians" defended while Omar languishes at Gitmo. Remember, the entire brood is living off Canadian welfare, not having to work like you and I, and Omar is living better than all of us down on the beach in Cuba.

It's time we called for open season on Muslims, before any more harm can be done to us. Paging Pope Benedict....

Labels: Gitmo, Islam, Khadr