No Virgins for Yasser
I'm not watching the coverage of Yasser Asshat's funeral. It's bad for my blood pressure. It would needlessly enrage me. And I don't have much to say on the subject of his undeservedly peaceful death, except that the world is a better place now that he is a cold corpse.
I have to paraphrase an Onion story from just after 9/11. Rather than surrounded by compliant black-eyed virgins, terrorist-gangster Yasser Arafat finds himself perpetually sodomized by the serrated phallus of Beelzebub.
Welcome to Hell, Yasser.