Mad dogs and Englishmen…
Tuesday, August 26th, 2014I’m not reminiscing about Joe Cocker and his hard rock music. If you remember those times, you know that music was several dBs above the pain threshold. So is this post because I’m referring to ISIS and their spokesman who beheaded the American reporter. (Always a spokesman and never spokeswoman—women are just property in the radical Muslim world, especially for members of ISIS, who simply see them as breeders that give birth and suckle little terrorists who grow up to join the cause.) They’re the mad dogs (aka rabid dogs without any human qualities at all) and the knife-wielder spoke with a British accent. Let me analyze these two points.
Ironic, isn’t it, that James Foley had been reporting on the atrocities of the Assad regime in its murderous campaign against Syrian rebels? We can ask: are there any legitimate rebels left in Syria? Maybe. Another journalist was just released by an al Qaeda affiliate (poor al Qaeda: they’re #2 on the brutality list now). No one seems radical enough for ISIS. Was Assad prescient, knowing this was coming? ISIS clearly wants to create a tyrannical, fundamentalist theocracy, the murderous violence of its leaders making Iran’s Ayatollahs look like Mother Teresas. The only solution that works against these mad dogs is their own medicine—beheadings are medieval, though, so bullets to the head will do. That’s the only thing that will work. You put a rabid mad dog down…permanently.