Who's Better, Muslims or Aliens

Well, clearly Aliens are better. For one thing they are cleaner. They reflect light from their scaly carapacic exoskeletal sheen. Musims only reflect stench and foul odors from their skin and their mouths. They stink inside and out. It's a known fact hyenas, jackels and vultures will not eat a dead Muslim, no matter how hungry: the Muslim genetics are too warped for terrestrial scavengers to metabolize the chemicals. An Alien will attack and kill a Muslim before it will attack and kill any other kind of human because the thing that eventually bursts from the Muslim's body will be a more revolting hybrid. This is important to the Aliens although they actually, from an aesthetic aspect, prefer non-Muslim hosts because hatching from a Muslim results in a hybrid with an astoundiing drop in intelligence level. Although its indifference to death balances this out, so it's a crapshoot. Alien environments are nicer: orderly, spiral, symetrical oily configurations dripping warm steamish liquids is the interior decor order of the day with the Aliens. With the Muslims it's cardboard, stacked bricks, rags, mattresses, and car parts for use as barriers. The Alien religion actually makes sense: they worship their mother who is right there with them and is not a legend promulgated by an insane Jew and his insane arabslashmonkey followers. The Aliens don't lie: they don't make bargains, such as "if you appease us here we won't do so-and-so there," and so you appease them, and then they go and do so-and-so anyway. The Aliens just do what they do: kill you. They don't offer phony deals. Aliens LOOK more bitchin'. Muslims look like pathetic, low IQ'd lab experiments that even the lab staff lost interest in and walked away from. Aliens protect their young. Muslims use their young as shields. The Aliens are coordinated and move well. Muslims are either squat little badger-people who have a difficult time walking, or else they are skinney Capuchin-like primates, looking all-about nervously in filthy pajama shirts for god knows what. You can look an Alien in the eye and not want to vomit: there is an honest creature looking back at you, and one obviously as smart if not smarter than you. Looking at a Muslim head-on is like looking at a creepy car-salesman in his office who tells you his five year old daughter is under the desk blowing him while he's handing the paperwork over for you to sign.