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An Iraqi called me a bimbo and a harlot. No, really.

I've been perusing blogs from around the world. I like to read about other people's lives, how they live, what they do. I've been reading some Iraqi blogs because I wanted to see how those poor people were surviving.

One blogger, on whose site I posted some comments called me a Bimbo and then he called me a Harlot.

I actually laughed out loud. Me. A bimbo. A harlot. Ha. Who knew this guy had such a sense of humor? He's been applauding each American soldier's death by IED, or sniper or any other means. He's actually gleeful about such things.

I think part of his problem is that I'm a female and I questioned him, a male. Obviously I shouldn't do that as I'm inferior. Oh, and a bimbo of course.

I find the fact that any human being would be happy about the death of any other human being, quite awful.

Signed,

The Bimbo

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  1. jromer12:59 AM

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  2. jromer1:00 AM

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  3. Dave4:39 AM

    Bimbo is quite a compliment. I wonder if he realises.

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  4. Anonymous8:21 AM

    And where is this blog?

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  5. FirstNations11:06 AM

    back in the 70's i lived in a university district. i was called a whore pretty commonly by middle eastern exchange student guys because i dared to walk alone and be female. and i mean actually 'solicited' by groups of them as a joke. guys in their twenties.
    woooooo. little boys away from home and mommy calling the girls naaaaaaaames. very impressive.

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  6. Unknown12:05 PM

    Anna, he appears to have a good command of the English language, but poor comprehension of other things.

    Dave? He was complimenting me? Who knew. Today in the comments section he also called me a prostitute and a whore.

    Richard, his blog is here http://truth-about-iraqis2.blogspot.com/index.html

    FN, it's always fascinated me how they say they revere their women, which is why they cover them head to toe, yet they treat them as second class citizens most of the time.

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  7. Whitesnake12:29 PM

    Bimbo and a harlot.....


    So a harlot.....is a lady of the night.....so how much do ya charge for a good hard shag?

    And being a bimbo means rathere than me pay you.....Your gonna pay me.......

    So I get me rocks off and you pay me for it.......

    How could anyone find that offensive..eh!

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  8. Unknown12:37 PM

    I didn't find it offensive, I found it laughable.

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  9. Whitesnake9:45 PM

    So.......you didn't answer my question..........I know...ya laughing so much you can't answer it eh!

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  10. Low Flying Angel12:17 AM

    Pamela

    You are a dumb biatch if you were any less intelligent you'd be in a persistent vegetative state.

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