http://www.worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=65690

Now, to the tune of “Lola” by Barry Manilow:

His name was MooCow
Almond Dinner Jab
He was a twerpy little guy
with a crazed look in his eye
He had some rockets
He had some mullahs
He said the law is sharia,
Death to America
In his fevered land
things were our of hand
but he felt young, he felt strong,
and he had a plan
To start up
Club New Caliphate
His cronies thought it would go just great
At the start of
Club New Caliphate
islamic expansion was once more in fashion,
MooCow, don’t go to far.

Now Bashir Assad,
He was a young lad,
his father ruled the Lebanon
He felt like Genghis Khan.
and when he died
Bashir took over,
but he went a bit too far
when he bombed Hariri’s car
He thought it was the end
He needed a good friend
So he made a pact - messed in Iraq,
and promised to defend
The start of
Club New Caliphate
D’Jad thought that it would be just great
With the start of
Club New Caliphate
islamic expansion was always in fashion
Bashir, don’t go to far.

lyrics by me

OK, I’ll now try to think of something intelligent about that story
can’t.