We find our lessons where we can. However unlikely. Perhaps in the hamas terrorist tunnels? The raping terrorists, one of them, comes into contact with his, what, inner child? Well, he would have been raised in kindergartens and Sunday schools, but of curse make that Friday schools, where the teaching tales told about killing Jews. I remember from when I was six, Zacchaeus Was a Very Little Man. Our hypothetical transformed terrorist would have sung of a tree that called out for the beheading of the jew, hiding behind it. Ah well, different strokes.
I hold out this foolish fond hope, of reclaiming humanity, because such a thing is not, not entirely, without precedence. So, dear friends, draw nearer and attend to my tale...
Once upon a time, long long ago, why, you were just a child! -- some monsters came creeping and lurching out of their tunnels and attacked women and children at a shopping mall!
Yeah, I'll shift voices now.
Precisely 10 years ago masked islamist terrorists ... but I repeat myself ... took over a shopping center in Nairobi, Kenya. These masked heroes of Allah let the moslems go, and of course kept and killed the Westerners. Nearly 200 wounded. 67 killed.
All these guns, always killing people. But to be fair it's not guns that kill, it's bullets. Or do I mean gunpowder. But really it's insufficiently bulletproof skin that gets people killed. And necks, that are too easy to chop.
Well. It's just more of the same, one after the other, if we edit out the boring bits of the news. Move along. Nothing to see here. Just the human comedy.
But wait. No, it seems I'm wrong. Something unusual did indeed happen. During that African time of evil and dull terror, one of the monsters shot a woman, English woman. In front of the eyes of her six year old daughter, and four year old son. Well that's nothing unusual. What's unusual is what followed. The little boy stepped in front of his fallen mother and his sister, and faced the gun-toting islamist terrorist, and said, “You’re a bad man! Let us leave!”
The way a very little boy would say it.
This, in itself, makes my heart swell with pain and with love. And the moslem islamist terrorist must for that moment have seen the child before him. And the terrorist follower of Mohammad then said to the little English boy, “Please forgive me. We are not monsters.” Then, the islamist terrorist gave the child a Mars bar, and allowed the family, wounded mother too, to get away from their hostage-taking terrorist murdering moslem captors. The moslem terrorist instructed the mother that she must convert to Islam, which of course the American media informs us is religion of peace.
What lessons shall we learn, from this. Well, itr might be that there is hardly any human heart so totally depraved that it cannot respond humanly to a child's purity. I expect it hardly ever happens, that monsters act human -- it is permissible and therefore common in the moslem east to sodomize children, per the islamist Ayatollah Khomeini, in his Little Green Book.
But it happened here, a faint stirring of humanity in the corrupt heart of a moslem monster. We must be deeply thankful for such a thing, so rich in meaning.
Here's a picture of the little boy, and his sister, and
the Mars bar, I think.
Yes, Mars bar. Two, in fact. Windfall. One for the sister? How thoughtful.
I wonder if they will ever be eaten. Sell them on Ebay? Give them to the Smithsonian, or the UN? The black museum? Probably eaten, kids being kids. I wonder if a Mars bar has enough tensile strength to pull an islamist moslem terrorist out of the Lake of Fire in Hell. Life line.
The media did not report that it was two, TWO Mars bars. Is this breaking news? After a decade? You heard it hear first. Typical Western Anti-islam bias at work, no doubt.
We'll just let it go unnoticed, that anonymous dead body in the center of the frame, perhaps, what, 5 feet away from the children?
Is that blood on the little boy's shirt? I love New York too.
The Ayatollah, mentioned by me just a few short seconds ago, he famously said the United States was Shaytân-e Bozorg, the Great Satan. Israel was the Little.
Huh. It is not Satans, big nor small, that we have to concern ourselves with. It's not guns either. It's individual people -- nowadays, disproportionately, moslem islamist terrorists, Hamas most currently but that's just a detail. People, I say, because the only monsters that there are, are people.
These islamist moslem monsters were Americans. Three of them. Somali-Minnesotans, American born, teenagers, radicalized somehow and given airfare. Maybe they saved up, from their paper route money, or their drug-dealer money, or by selling their food stamps for under the counter cash. Or a Go Fund Me.
I have to wonder if anyone who needs to think of themselves as Hyphenated-American is any kind of American at all. I will accept Constitutional-American.
Opposed to those Satan-American teens who acted out in African malls, shoplifting Mars bars and littering and whatnot. Or just this week, where a teacher had to barricade herself in a classroom because she supported Israel. From a pro-palestinian student mob.
It's all too stupid for words.
We're in a concentration camp. We find a daisy in a dunghill, and find the hope to continue on for a while longer. For a moment, a monster was not a monster. He remembered the "american" part of his hyphenated- identity. Terrorist-american.
Shall we think of it as Evolution? What about the moments that follow? Life is not a daisy chain. No one can say what life is. It's too stupid for words.
Islam is just islam. Like america is just america. It does not have to be controlled by scum.
That little 4 year old boy, had perfect communication. He identified the problem, and gave the solution. "You are a bad man. Let us leave."
J
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