Tuesday, February 27, 2007

The Biography of Yasser Arafat

Arafat was born in Cairo[3] to Palestinian parents on August 24, 1929. Arafat's father was a textile merchant and a Palestinian with some Egyptian ancestry. Arafat's mother was from an old Palestinian family in Jerusalem. She died when Yasir, as he was called, was five years old, and he was sent to live with his maternal uncle in Jerusalem, the capital of the British Mandate of Palestine. He has revealed little about his childhood, but one of his earliest memories is of British soldiers breaking into his uncle's house after midnight, beating members of the family and smashing furniture.[4]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yasser_Arafat

This is where he gets his motivation. He grows up to be the world famous assassin, the Panther (!) a global thorn in the side of the British Empire. He wears a ninja costume with a tiny emblem of the Palestinian flag on the upper left chest area. He has fights with British spies in the Illuminati's Catacombs beneath the Thames and in various locations on Hong Kong island. Men quake in terror at the mere mention of the name “Panther”, old women (Margaret Thatcher) piss themselves, and the British look for a man capable of dealing with the menace. The Panther, however is known to no man, works by himself, the lone hunter, carrying in his bosom the memory of his uncle being cuffed about the head (“what you need is a good cuffing, wog!”) by tall but pudgy pale-skinned men with bad teeth. He remembers the sound of his uncle's favorite ottoman being crunched beneath the foot of the Redcoats, their black-powder pistols drawn. This is what he carries with him in the nights in the desert practicing with throwing stars and nunchucks. The Panther does not use guns.

After many trysts with exotic women-spies from assorted nations who were sent to seduce and break him, the Panther finally meets his mate, his true love, the most exotic of them all. A beauty to which no other woman can be compared, the dangerous female assassin codename: Suha.


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