The Allah-Kazams find magic in chewing on some kind of plant that grows wherever there's camel dung. Now that they're overpopulating America, there's actually been a bust for...KHAT!
Do you suppose this junk is helping to make 'em so paranoid? So hyper?
It seems that in the Middle East, some lucky person not a fuzzy-wuzzy Muzzy, might be invited into the inner bowels to witness the mystic joy of Arab druggery. Guys sit around with a whole bunch of this filthy rabbit fodder, chew on it like they're going down on goat dick, and then spit (like camels). The floor of the cave is soon reeking with wet, soggy bits of KHAT. And...
After that, I have the idea that these human Q-tips just sit there in a stupor till their diapers are loaded with rectal hummus and their bearded mouths drool like incontinent ape vagina.
Then they jump to their feet and shout "INFIDEL" (which used to be what Cuban whores shouted to Castro). Then they go in search of something to behead, rape, or behead and then rape.
Yes, as soon as the insular babblers take up enough territory to make entire streets "No-GO zones" for non-believers, the cops won't even DARE to try and get past the machine guns and arrest anyone for their unholy drug-lust.
In the meantime, some Habeeb or other might very well whisper, "Got any KHAT, Stevens?" To which Stevens would reply, "Yes, but call me YUSUF." Just like Bayan Yusuf, one of the dealers who will serve a few years in jail, eating Halal meals and promising the guards they will all be exploded and their wives raped as soon as he gets out.
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