Berisha: Killaves and Kurt's jihadists are calling me a whore, a prostitute, a lhperice

Renowned researcher Kimete Berisha writes about threats she says she is accepting from Albin Kurti's jihadists.

She writes:

Hey, Killa...

I've had fun with you! I won't trade you with a kiloeller!

You, jihadists of Albin Kurti, who will be sacrificed in the way of the prophet, who do not allow Albanian and living American to name your god for evil.

Your God in black tie looks like he runs the funaral, and Kosovo under his leadership looks like a cemetery.

Because the black tie (unless at funerals) is used only after 7 p.m. and only in Opera (traditional), and Kosovo folk and provincial for maschallah, looks like a banned love of “Madam Butterfly”,

as a breadless food supply in “La Bohéme”!

I haven't read it (not read primitives... like someone who chooses stomach food, I'm a vice, I choose the food of mind and soul very proudly).

But Nanna, who has read to the jihadists of Albin Kurti, has briefly told me what they say about me, the sons and daughters of the prophet Kurti, the blessing and peace of Allah be upon him or upon him.

She even said, "Well, a pie is 100."

Leaners, bull since I left 100

Good writings for a bad writing.

You see, Mother, how evil can do good!

Prophets hate poetry, hate humor, irony, and cynicism, so Albin Kurti's jihadists have shot me, because I'm sweet!

He was a cousin of Ban Ki-moon who thought he was God's envoy in North Korea.

He wrote a Religion and in Darwine Principle has found that God on earth sent one person to solve all the fundamental and human problems on earth.

That man is me Sun Myung Moon.

The messengers of the Lord are like the human being.

Besides God, who's the oldest, always remains young!

God's complexion is, well, eat... a steadfast belief that you are capable, privileged, and unmatched.

The person who suffers from God's complexion has no capacity to admit his mistakes, despite the facts, regardless of reality.

It's a mental disorder to think you're a god... the mental disorder of the narcissists.

Confusion superiority.

Is there a cure?

If you don't, I can't!

Albin Kurti's jihadist calls me:

1. Bitch.
2. Maguipe.
3. Lahperice.
4. You bitch.
5. Being intellectual wasn't sexy.

Albin Kurti's jihadist insults me and threatens me:

1. Fuck. Nanna.
2. I have to kill you.
3. Just don't get caught.
4. Whore.
5. Beer of mini three hundred bags.

Religion is love.

Albin Kurt's lovers are fools.

Love is not silly, so that love that sounds strange and scary is sick love.

There is no healing to sick love!

As soon as they get rid of the prophet, the foolish lovers will seek another prophet!

P.S. Tell the Prophet that it's harder to write comedy than drama.

It's harder for people to laugh than to cry.

You protect Albin from me unless you think I'm stronger than Him.

Otherwise, it is painful to defend with guitar soldiers the most voted prime minister in Kosovo's history, to be protected by a female “user, in a red dress!

However, you swear, don't give up on her, she can't be trusted, nobody knows who I am.