XLV Abu Mansoor Al-Amriki

XLV    Abu Mansoor Al-Amriki



You were from Alabama, of all things!
A high school nut case; college dropout, too;
Toronto girl and you exchanged two rings;
Abandoned her and child--out of the blue.

Is honest living not enough for you?
You made the FBI most wanted list;
Why bother marrying wife number two?
To leave her for your Muslim jihad tryst?

Upon your family you were just a cyst;
Dinsoor, Somalia was your Waterloo;
No better than a stinking Bolshevist;
And now your jihad's made an end of you.

A bullet took you for a rocket ride.
You should have stayed and cheered the Crimson Tide.

XLIII Ariel Castro

XLIII    Ariel Castro



No little mermaid.  Not this Ariel.
A serial kidnapper.  Rapist, too.
An animal like him, the truth to tell
Belongs not in our midst, but in a zoo.

Too bad the government is watching you
Instead of guys like him as they should be.
He voted for Obama, it is true!
I didn't.  So now they are watching me.

Our efforts are misplaced, I hate to say.
They give the guns to men like Castro there;
To use, so they can blame the NRA;
And take away your right to keep and bear.

He hung himself inside his cell today.
No worries.  He'll be voting anyway.

XLI Zvonko Busic

XLI    Zvonko Busic



Remember Trans World Airlines 3-5-5?
Zvonko Busic commandeered that flight.
They all were lucky to remain alive
In Paris when they landed late that night.

The pressure cooker filled with gelignite
Exploded, leaving Brian Murray dead.
Zvonko gave up, acting quite contrite;
Spent thirty-two long seasons in the "shed".

They let him go, and from that "joint" he fled;
The notice in the papers was quite small.
'Twas suicide--by gunshot to the head!
Contrition has its price tag after all.

The dollar bill still reads "In God We Trust";
Another lib'ral hero bites the dust.

XXVI Richard Ramirez

XXVI    Richard Ramirez


On death row, twenty-three long years lived he,
While Shumer, Feinstein, and late Lautenberg
Attempted to disarm both you and me;
So we could not be safe against this turd.

The LA Times put out the printed word
That citizens with guns were dang'rous fools.
Two death-row decades yielded to a third
While Feinstein honed her Saul Alynsky tools.

Your freedom constipates these bitter fools.
The Constitution keeps libs up at night.
It's not just elephants against the mules;
It's about the goddam Bill of Rights!

Mass murderers cannot be put to death.
Your carry permit?  Do not hold your breath.

XXIV Wali-ur-Rehman Mehsud

XXIV    Wali-ur-Rehman Mehsud



So!  Vengeance on the U.S. you will wreak;
A greater "hit" than nine-one-one, you say!
That sounds to me like strong AlQeada speak.
But you are Taliban.  That's not their way.

A drone has fortunately saved the day.
Six friends and you now lifted from the board.
Harass the NATO convoy and you pay.
Benazir Bhutto's ghost now holds the sword.

Your fundamental view of Islam's word
Is raining C-4 on you from the sky.
The bottom line is that you're just a turd.
You're dead now.  No one even wonders why.

Hey Wali!  I think Allah's on the phone.
I hear the distant buzzing of a drone.

XIX Tamerian Tsarmaev

XIX    Tamerian Tsarmaev



How did it feel as you lay all askew;
A dozen fibbie bullets in your gut,
And your dear brother driving over you,
Leaving you to die; some sort of nut?

You charged the cops, fool!  Did you hope to strut
Right past the Feds and flip it in their face?
You might have got some slack had you not put
A satchel bomb at Boston's sacred race!

You hoped to disappear without a trace;
The execution of the cop--no help!
And now you've found that quiet eternal place;
A just desert for such a lawless whelp!

You would have done far better taking meds
Than throwing IED'S at all the Feds.

XVIII Hamid al-Radmi

XVIII  Hamid al-Radmi



We've got a president who's on your side.
He'd like you to succeed.  To tear us down.
So why was it so hard for you to hide?
A simple missile from a drone!  You clown!

You were not an al Quaeda of renown,
So why this presidential killing spree?
Your death may have been just a dressing gown!
Is it to polish Barry's legacy?

It's true you didn't have much time to flee.
Four hundred milliseconds is not long.
Four of your comrades died with you, you see.
I'm sure they loved the chance to tag along.

Opposing liberty, with death you flirt.
Another brainwashed Muslim bites the dirt.

X Jimmy Lee Dyckes

X     Jimmy Lee Dyckes



A maniac went quite berserk today,
And killed a school-bus driver in his bus.
The newsmen wished to blame the NRA,
George Bush, Rush Limbaugh, and the rest of us.

A boy was hostage but they made no fuss.
For the feds they waited patiently.
Perhaps he'd kill more people in his lust.
A gun grab!  By executive decree!

Before they hung it all on you and me,
Before Joe Biden even found his mouth,
The local SWAT boys shot the SOB.
That's how they git 'er done down in the South.

That killer gave a small boy quite a fright.
Those 'Bama good ol' boys--they did all right.

VI Said Ali al-Shihri

VI
Said Ali al-Shihri



They penned me up in Gitmo for six years,
For nine-eleven and al Qaeda ties.
Their supreme court responded to my tears
(I filled them to the brim with smoke and lies!)

Then I, back with my jihad, gave more tries
And called Somali pirates to attack,
Helped cause the murdered missionaries' cries,
And all the while the Saudis watched my back.

The Yemens cut me quite a bit of slack.
Reported killed, they deemed to set me free.
I voted absentee for ol' Barack,
Then mocked you all on CNN TV!

Just this past week an air strike did me in.
Don't be too sure!  I might fool you again!

III Prospero Gallinari

III     Prospero Gallinari



Unlike Barack and pinhead Hillary,
Who strive to bring Marx in through your back door,
The Red Brigade!  A perfect match for me!
Italian-style!  An overt terror war!

Kidnapping Premier Moro from his car,
And, later, General Dozier as well,
Endeavoring to replace them with a czar,
We paid the mortgage for our place in Hell.

In nineteen seven nine, the truth to tell,
As we were chuckling--switching license tags,
The cops emerged and shot me up real well.
Now finally I've died, in prison rags.

We can account for fourteen thousand dead,
In what we aptly named "the years of lead."

II Maulvi Nazir

II     Maulvi Nazir



What better way to start out the new year,
Than letting loose a piercing rebel yell,
And dropping some C-4 upon Nazir,
Thus adding to the residents of Hell?

Ten thousand went to mourn and lived to tell!
"So see?  We're not so bad!"  I have to say.
How many kids saw polio's death knell?
So let ol' Maulvi have just one bad day.

The mullas have a different way to pray,
A host of virgins waiting for their cheer.
How odd, refining opium that way,
Whilst holding great objection toward lite beer!

A drone was buzzing quietly overhead.
A Taliban extremist is now dead.