Finally, some undisputable evidence that Arafat was indeed gay.

Not to mention, quite an adept multi-tasker.

Is Terrorfat gay?

Who knows. It may just be a rumor, but where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

And there’s a subtle hint in this photo..

PLO Arab terrorist leader Yasser Afatrat is no one dimensional villain. He has many dimensions.

There’s his courageous side:

(It takes guts to roll your boogers in public)

There’s his cultural side:

“To be or not to be…that is the question.”

There’s his charming side:

“Has anyone ever told you how much you look like my wife Suha?”

There’s his insane side:

“Yes..yes..Mr Shadow ..your wish is my command.”

There’s his melancholy side:

“I hate Mondays.”

There’s his energetic side:

“Quick..someone call 9-11. I think I have a slipped disc.”

There’s his mischievous side:

“I know how I can wake the Indian minister! I’ll just pull my finger and…”

There’s his contemplative side:

“How about this pose, Mr AP photographer?”

And his French side:

“I am committed to the destruction of Israel. You know that sh*tty littlecountry with the loutish Prime Minister.”

There’s his tough side:

“Go ahead. Make my day!”

And then there’s his sensitive side:

“I can’t believe little Judenrhein is dead. He was such a good gerbil, and quite feisty.”

Meet Al (Aqsa) Bundy:

When Yasser Arafat was on his deathbed, his wife Suha read him passages from the Koran and urged him to trounce the prime minister at the time, Ariel Sharon.

“When he lost consciousness for 15 days, the doctors told me to talk to him about things he liked to hear or things he hated to hear,” she told a Saudi women’s weekly ahead of the fifth anniversary this week of the Palestinian leader’s death.

“And so, when I was with him in his room in the intensive care unit, I read him passages from the Koran and prayers.”

Using his nom de guerre, Suha Arafat said in a rare interview: “I would say to him, ‘Get up Abu Amar, don’t you want to see your [daughter] Zahwa? Get up so you can defeat your enemy [Ariel] Sharon.”

Suha was honored to be Yasser Arafat’s second love, after Palestine, she said.

“When I married him, I knew what I was in for,” she said. “I knew that his first love was always Palestine and its capital, Jerusalem. But it was an honor for me to be the second love, after Palestine.”

When Suha first met Yasser, she was frightened, she told the paper.

“At the beginning I was attracted to the leader of the revolution, then to the courage and masculinity and intelligence, and then also to the romance there was in him,” she said.

“I hope he went to paradise.”

Which brings me to…

The Top 5 Things Suha Arafat Did Not Say to A Comatose Yasser Arafat

5. “The young boys send their regards.”

4. “If you wake up, I promise to cut down on my spending.”

3. “I miss your soft skin.”

2. “This must be the longest you have gone without washing.”

1. “How I wish we could play “tiger” again.”

Unless it’s to train them.

Released Palestinian prisoner Fatma Ziq, center, who returned to Gaza after her release from an Israeli jail, holds a rifle as she sits with her children in the family house in Gaza City, Friday, Oct. 2, 2009. in Gaza City, Friday, Oct. 2, 2009. Israel freed 19 Palestinian women prisoners on Friday after Hamas militants handed over a video disc offering a first glimpse of an Israeli soldier they’ve held captive for more than three years. (AP Photo/Ashraf Amra)

A Man for all Missions

Sa’id Issa Siam

the Fighter who Rested after 18 Years of Jihad

Name: Sa’id Issa Siam

Nickname: Abu Anas

Birth date: 26 January 1974

Martyrdom date: 17 July 2005

Hometown: El-Jora village

Residence: Khan Younis refugee camp

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Sa’id was born in the Khan Younis refugee camp on 26 January 1974 to an observant Muslim family uprooted from Al-Jura village near Askalan in 1948. He had 6 brothers and 4 sisters. He was married and has 3 daughters and one son: Hadil, Heba, Asma and Anas (mini-Anas? – ed). His wife is due to deliver their fifth child in a few months.

Haniyeh: “That’s impressive. No matter for how long I stop shaving, I can never get it to grow longer than this.”

On Tuesday 11 November Palestinians commemorated the death of their first leader: Abu Ammar, Al-Ra’is (the president) and in the end Al-Khityar (the old man), former Palestinian President Yasser Arafat.

Not to forget Abu Al-Shityar (the dirty old man), Abu Nimr (the tiger), and Abu Garyglitter (the pedophile).

At his best Arafat was a Palestinian hero and leader of the cause; he was a symbol of unity, pride and the power of the ideal. Arafat was a comfort for whoever had known him as much as he was a symbol of comfort for all his people.

The man embodied much of what it meant to be Palestinian.

Given he was an arch terrorist, this is a rather telling statement.

Somehow, at the same time he was a refugee, he was a Jerusalemite, a Gazan, a West Banker and an exiled Palestinian who had felt deeply all of his torments.

Not to mention an Egyptian.

Al-Ra’is was a man that loved his people who died before he was able to achieve their dream.

Being the destruction of the Jewish state of Israel.

Arafat knew he was dying when doctors diagnosed him first with the flu and then with a terminal immune-deficiency disease, said political writer and analyst Yahya Rabah.

Hmm, a terminal immune deficiency disease…

“He never told anyone how he felt,” said Rabah. Throughout his illness doctors piled him with advice which Arafat saw as a sort of lamentation, since he knew he was dying, Rabah, who was also a friend to Arafat, recalled.

Despite his determined and often stoic appearance Arafat was open about his affection for friends and comrades Abu Iyad (chief of the Palestinian Intelligence Agency) and Abu Jihad (founder of Fatah and military leader).

“When those two men were beside me I slept with comfort on my pillow, but since the day I lost them I felt explosives inside that pillow whenever I tried to sleep,” he was said to have lamented.

Probably to be taken literally.

Arafat was a man with a sweet tooth; he drank only tea and not coffee, and rather enjoyed Nabulsi Kanafeh.

I haven’t heard of him before.

Friends remember him slicing the sticky sweets with his hands and passing squares out to those around him.

Arafat also loved the simple company of children. Some of his happiest times, recall friends, were drinking tea and playing with his daughter and the children of his close friends.

So I’ve heard.

He would watch Mickey Mouse cartoons with them and laugh from the bottom of his chest.

Or should that be Farfur?

He also enjoyed the higher arts, would listen to the reverberating songs of Umm Kalthoum, and enjoyed deep friendships with Arab poets, writers and actors like Adel Imam, Yousef Sha’ban and Madiha Yousri.

On the day devoted to his memory, the celebration of his successes and the mourning of his failures, Palestinians gathered in groups to hear speeches, songs and stories bringing back into life the stories of the once great man.

The world is indeed a better place without this murderer.

Former Palestinian leader Yasser Arafat, who died four years ago this week, was poisoned by Israel, a relative says.

“Every day there are statements and clues about the elimination of Arafat and every day we draw closer to the poisoning theory,” Nasser al-Qidwa, a nephew of the late Palestinian leader, said.

“In a year or two, the nature of the poison administered to Yasser Arafat and the procedure used will be known,” said Mr Qidwa, who heads the Yasser Arafat foundation.

“In any case, Israel is responsible for his death. There were preparations to get rid of the political leadership of the Palestinian people.”

The precise cause of Yasser Arafat’s death on November 11, 2004 remains unknown, but several Palestinian leaders are convinced he was poisoned by Israel, which emphatically denies the claim.

Thousands of people are expected to take part in ceremonies to mark the fourth anniversary of his death in the West Bank city of Ramallah tomorrow.

Unless the poison was administered via the backside of one of Arafat’s male conquests and closely resembles the AIDs virus, they’re still barking up the wrong tree.