Mohammad Eid al-Ajmi Insults Sheikh Sabah al-Ahmad al-Sabah

Look at the gentleman below. And do not do what Mohammad Eid al-Ajmi did by insulting Sheikh Sabah al-Ahmad al-Sabah. He received 5 years in jail for insulting the Kuwaiti ruler:

Kuwait emir, Sheikh Sabah al-Ahmad al-Sabah.

Kuwait emir, Sheikh Sabah al-Ahmad al-Sabah.

A Kuwaiti court has sentenced a man to five years in prison for insulting the emir on Twitter, a rights lawyer and news websites said, in the latest prosecution for criticism of authorities via social media in the Gulf Arab state.

The court gave Kuwaiti Mohammad Eid al-Ajmi the maximum sentence for the comments, news websites al-Rai and alaan.cc reported.

In recent months Kuwait has penalised several Twitter users for criticising the emir, who is described as “immune and inviolable” in the constitution. . .

In June 2012, a man was sentenced to 10 years in prison after he was convicted of endangering state security by insulting the Prophet Mohammad and the Sunni Muslim rulers of Saudi Arabia and Bahrain on social media.

Two months later, authorities detained Sheikh Meshaal al-Malik Al-Sabah, a member of the ruling family, over remarks on Twitter in which he accused authorities of corruption and called for political reform.

Twitter tweets are tiny. Imagine if the Sheikh had been a blogger.

If you want a real crime, read of Lama al-Ghamdi, daughter of Fayhan al-Ghamdi.
Ana Lama! (#AnaLama!)

16 thoughts on “Mohammad Eid al-Ajmi Insults Sheikh Sabah al-Ahmad al-Sabah

  1. Is this just around the corner for us all?

    Hang on to them weapons people; (we will have to cut down saplings and tie kitchen knives on the end).

    But as has been stated in the past, there are 61 million of us, and only 605 of them (elected politicians)!

    Yours Aye
    (Prepping for feet first Monday @ 23:39 hrs).

    • “The further a society drifts from the truth the more it will hate those that speak it.” George Orwell

    • Hey, Clark. Going to be in Fredonia day after tomorrow. Coughlin’s for a pint of your choice?

      • Hi, Struan,

        Just got to read this a few hours ago.
        Yes, good idea.
        Two things:
        () I think Coughlin’s filled with college students, and I’d rather not be drinking among them. I love my students, but I think it would be better not to drink among them. So… would either Ellicottville Brewery or White Inn be okay? (The Ellicottville has their own brews in addition to regular commercial ones.)
        (2) You didn’t mention a time. My last class tomorrow ends at 4:20, so how would 5:00 be for you?
        Best,
        Clark
        http://www.clarkzlotchew.com

  2. Earlier I debated with myself about placing the following link as a comment.

    Please accept it without any thought of malice on my behalf. I found it evocative and thought provoking; which, if you change the Union flag for ‘Old Glory’, and England for America, you may too?

    http://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=of%20roses%20rape%20and%20revolution&source=web&cd=2&cad=rja&ved=0CDYQtwIwAQ&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DbvblZAS0oPM&ei=ScMPUYvlC_SW0QXipYHoBg&usg=AFQjCNEwEddqsVsedk4yBzsMSq6DhCof6w&bvm=bv.41867550,d.d2k

    Aye Ready.

    • Anyone that could construe that as anything but straight-from-the-heart love of country and a call to arms is a sad and degraded human being. Few outside the fraternity understand the romantic (defined as “imbued with or dominated by idealism, chivalry, etc.”) component of the true warrior. Fewer yet understand the ties that bind the former children of Old Mother England in language, tradition, history, heritage and blood – related, shared and spilled.

      I’d stand with you on Crispian’s Day or any other that requires running to the sound of the guns, Royal Marine.

      “We (The British) have not journeyed across the centuries, across the oceans, across the mountains, across the prairies, because we are made of sugar candy.” Winston Spencer Churchill

      Nor are true Americans.

      • Bring yer longbow and yer spiked hatchet bonnie lad, those heavily armoured french mounted knights on horseback are a bugger to knock down, but there nag’s aint.

        Aye.

        • The longbow of the English/Welsh yeomanry decimated the flower of the French aristocracy that day, my friend.

          I’ll strap on my buckler & Claymore for laying about during the after-archery mop-up.

    • I too, agree with Struan, Ex Bootneck…our ties to each other are strong and despite our differences over two hundred years ago, we are still linked together as brothers and sisters and we also understand individual liberty and freedom …we found each other across vast distances and in spite of even today’s difficulties, we are still united together with a bond so strong not even what we see as a division isn’t….and it never will be…Struan just was more articulate about it than I was….k

      • You be plenty artikulate, girl. You have a passionate patriotism and pride that comes through crystal clear, direct and refreshingly devoid of ambiguity.

        Lady Struan was reading one of your posts over my shoulder the other day. “I like her,” she purred in my ear.

        It’s unanimous!

  3. The Battle of Agincourt, Friday 25th October 1415.

    English Army of between 6 to 8 thousand, plus stragglers.
    A minimum of 120 dead, with true unknown figures of the wounded.

    French Army of between 15 to 30 thousand, plus baggage train.
    Between 8 to 10 thousand dead, with over 1,500 Noblemen as prisoners.
    (The cream of the French Nobility died that day never to recover from the onslaught met out by the English long-bowmen).

    King Henry V Speech to his troops on the eve of St. Crispin’s day prior to the battle.

    This day is called the feast of Crispian:
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
    And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
    Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
    But he’ll remember with advantages
    What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
    Familiar in his mouth as household words
    Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
    Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remember’d;
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition:
    And gentlemen in England now a-bed
    Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

    Yours Aye.

  4. Very poetic, all y’all. Love the George Orwell, Winston Spencer Churchill, Anthony Rogers, and Saint Crispin’s day. . .

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