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Brian
I have recently reflected on the last minute considerations of a suicide bomber. Did I leave the gas on? Have I 'text' my Mum to say I won't be home for tea? Are my flies open? Do I fancy a chicken Tikka sandwich? Does my bum look big in this huge rucksack of plastic explosive? Forgive me, for being cavalier… but 'what in their so-called God's name' is it' that people have a 'passing thought' about when they are about to blow up innocent bystanders? Allah, and all 'Gods' are terrorists too if they drive their devotees to do such heinous acts! I suppose Allah thought about honour and glory, before he thought about all the individuals that would be devastated, grieve, and suffer in such a terrible way after the event, to satisfy his jealous, self indulgence?
Within the clandestine bowels of Catholicism and Protestant thinking, 'Bloody Sunday' was a 'Teddy bears picnic' compared to 911. What kills me, and obviously a whole lot of other people that don't have any choice is the matter, is how we all spend our adolescent, academic years, learning about our glorious history (whatever the country we happen to live in at the time) on how we just love to kick the shit out of other people that just happen have another perspective on issues?
Why does religious extremism always cross the line from love and recruits become programmed to hate by a set of values that really suck?
We learn through our tentative years with a degree of reverence that political leaders and religionists and any sovereign that has ever existed have in some way abused their subjects. For example, Henry the 8th (sorry, I don't do numerals) had six wives because they were, in his view, all, disposable! He was so obese that even if you could see his penis he would, more often than not, have a tough time getting his 'leg over', when both, were so badly ulcerated he could hardly stand up. Conversely, I suppose, if Catherine of Aragon or Ann Boleyn were alive today, they would easily get a job on a C.S.A helpline desk.
All this bollocks about 'honour'. I went to see 'The Last Samurai'. Guess who was the very, very, very, very, very, Last of the Last Samurai??? You know already!! Tom Cruise! I was so surprised when the Howitzers with choice precision forgot to shoot him! I suppose the clue was in the title of the film. Or did I miss something? Like the plot?
Perry
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