Zubeidat Tsarnaev Goes on Social Disease Media - Really?

"My boys are the best of the best!"

That's what crazy old twat Zubeidat Tsarnaev said of her murderous ingrate peasant sons. The ones who abused the free education and good life America gave them. The cowards who, like all Muslim "terrorists," never fight mano-a-mano but plant cowardly bombs and then smirk and watch from a distance.

She somehow can't believe her brats were even in the country? That they were scapegoats? That it wasn't them on all the surveillance footage? That they didn't fire bullets at police and plot more bombings?

Well, maybe because she's old and insane and a typical Slavic load of fish shit, SHE didn't prattle at somebody to post on the Internet "My boys are the best of the best."

Let's hope she didn't. Let's hope she keeps her rotten clam shut for the rest of her unnatural life, and doesn't draw any further attention to herself or her disgusting family, or her brothers' burka-clad wife who still roams the Boston area with a surly, arrogant expression and "respect my privacy."

As we wait for her puppy to get the death penalty (and it'll be years and years of appeals) America doesn't need to hear from Zubeidat the Beast. It's bad enough hearing from victims. Here's a girl who merely lost her leg in the blast. She's going to wait for Paul McCartney to marry her? She's supposed to consider two Muslim cowards "the best of the best?"

There comes a point where social disease media, and idiot bitches like Zubeidat Tsarnaev need to be avoided like cancer.

It does no good to follow trials, it does no good to sign petitions, and it certainly does no good to see the usual displays of selfishness, witlessness and utter greed that are almost all you find on Farcebook and Twatter.

The best way to avoid hearing that these two pricks are "innocent" or that all Muslims and all family members should be "left alone," is just to find some job that keeps you busy enough to avoid the news.

Today's headlines could just as easily focus on a few brainless cunts insisting the puppy should go free, or maybe a Kardashian sashaying past the court house in Spandex, or the latest terrible injustice (white on black, only, and ignore the police record that suggests CAREER CRIMINAL).

Somehow the religious fanatics of the world, the "human head a on a stick" fanciers, believe their wonderful Allah-kazam is not going to toss a round of plagues on the idiots of the Earth. 40 Days of rain. 40 days of drought. A new form of Ebola. Somehow kindly judges don't think they'll get struck down with a heart attack or stroke after deciding a wetback pedophile rapist should get BELOW the minimum jail sentence because his victim wasn't bloody enough or crying enough.

Meanwhile, it's the start of tedious baseball season. That's supposed to be a "fun" alternative to the news. Every night we get five boring minutes of look-alike "highlights" of the days forgettable matches (the World Series being in OCTOBER).

Idiots are already bragging about the home team: "My boys are the best of the best!"