The Turkish Chickpea: Recep “Hummus” Erdogan

“Israel is dropping 400 tons of bombs on our brothers, not chickpeas…to agree with brutality is brutality itself,” said the prime minister.

The Turkish Prime Minister has come to the side of Gaza again, seemingly with a bowl of hummus.

Just over one year after Erdogan extracted an apology from Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu for the killing of nine “activists” on the Mavi Marmara, Erdogan is pointing an accusing finger at the victim of aggression again.

A satire of the Netanyahu apology to Erdogan is below. Perhaps Erdogan should leave it in his favorites folder.

 

 


 

Source:

http://www.jpost.com/Operation-Protective-Edge/Erdogan-accuses-Israel-of-using-terrorism-in-its-operations-against-Hamas-in-Gaza-362759

 

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2 thoughts on “The Turkish Chickpea: Recep “Hummus” Erdogan

  1. A reader’s comment on an article in French press (AFP) on Paris synagogue attack:

    The Arabs are not happy!

    They’re not happy in Gaza.
    They’re not happy in Egypt
    They’re not happy in Libya.
    They’re not happy in Morocco.
    They’re not happy in Iran.
    They’re not happy in Iraq.
    They’re not happy in Yemen.
    They’re not happy in Afghanistan.
    They’re not happy in Pakistan.
    They’re not happy in Syria.
    They’re not happy in Lebanon.
    So, where are they happy?
    They’re happy in England.
    They’re happy in France.
    They’re happy in Italy.
    They’re happy in Germany.
    They’re happy in Norway.
    They’re happy in every country that is not Muslim.

    And who do they blame?
    Not Islam.
    Not their leadership.
    Not themselves.
    THEY BLAME THE COUNTRIES THEY ARE HAPPY IN!

    ARABS:

    Everyone seems to be wondering why Muslim terrorists are so quick to commit suicide.
    Let’s have a look at the evidence: No Christmas. No television. No nude women. No football. No pork chops. No hotdogs. No burgers. No beer. No bacon. Rags for clothes. Towels for hats. Constant wailing from some idiot in a tower. More than one wife. More than one mother-in-law. You can’t shave. Your wife can’t shave. You can’t wash off the smell of donkey. You wipe your #$%$ with your hand. You cook over burning camel sheeet. Your wife is picked by someone else. Your wife smells worse than your donkey. Then they tell you that “when you die, it all gets better”. No sheeet Sherlock! It’s not like it could get much worse!

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