Here is the
first paragraph:
Rubenesque, second-rate hack, Julie Burchill, is at it again. Once more, the fat-fingered rotund one is showing her disdain towards anything to do with Islam. This time, her target isn't an oppressed Palestinian (although she's a very vocal supporter of their oppressors). No, this time Fleet Street's answer to a tub of lard is busy attacking recent revert, Lauren Booth.
And here are the last two sentences:
When Burchill has finished counting her chins she should consider that an attack on one of us is an attack on all of us. Sister Lauren has joined the most dynamic, joyous faith in the world and we welcome her salvation.
Somehow I can't help feeling that the assertion that one belongs to the "most dynamic, joyous faith in the world" shouldn't follow a series of dismally written insults.
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