Halfwits

YouTube video The Terrorist and the Ticket by ColJimQ

The recent news about a convert to Islam in the UK who blew part of his face off in a botched suicide bombing at a family restaurant is just another in a series of incidents involving would-be jihadists who are more a danger to themselves than to others. I am reminded of the film clip of Zarqawi handing off his malfunctioning rifle to one of his lackeys, who promptly burned himself taking hold of the red-hot muzzle. On video-sharing services across cyberspace, one can view scores of short films featuring inept jihadists burning, shooting, squishing, and exploding themselves before they can carry out their terrible intentions. Almost a year ago now, the “doctor jihad” was crowned by two determined suicide bombers crashing their flaming Jeep Cherokee into the front of the Glasgow airport, injuring no one but themselves, and just a few months ago we were treated to a dual bungling in Afghanistan, where one suicidal nut ball incinerated himself putting on his explosives vest, and then a couple days later, another one blew himself up when he tripped down some stairs on his way to rendezvous with six dozen virgins.

Entertaining as these stories often are, we must keep in mind the sobering reality that there have been over eleven thousand successful terror attacks by Islamic militants since 9/11, and with that many official at-bats there are bound to be several embarrassing failures to put the ball in play—a few harmless pop fouls and some strikeouts, too.

Entertaining? You bet! Although today’s featured video gives me a little chuckle, I guess when you come right down to it the great Haid Dasalami is a lot like the late Groucho Marx, who once observed that while a typical audience will laugh at an actress pretending to be an old lady falling down the stairs, for a professional comic to laugh it requires a real old lady actually taking a nasty tumble.

What is somewhat less than amusing, however, is the evidence that half-faced Nicky Reilly, the failed Exeter nail bomber, is apparently a mentally ill “halfwit,” as he was described by Hugh Fitzgerald, who imaginatively compared him to Pim Fortuyn’s assassin Volkert van der Graaf, a similarly demented and low-functioning infidel likely controlled by radical Muslim puppeteers. According to numerous reports in the British press, Reilly was “a shambling introvert with the mental age of a 10-year-old” who was “preyed upon and radicalised.” That would at least make him a couple mental years older (and a whole lot luckier) than the little girl in Iraq who occasioned my last published post.

So Robert Spencer is definitely posing a rhetorical question when he asks in a post today on Jihad Watch, “Will jihadis use [the] mentally ill as suicide bombers?” The answer is all too obvious and unavoidable, so much so that even the dhimmi press can’t presently avoid answering in the affirmative, and the press don’t usually know shit from shahidka, after all.

In attacking critics like me who paint Islam in general broad strokes, Islamic apologists often allege that Islam is not a monolith, that without a centralized authority there are many kinds of Islam and many ways to practice the Islamic faith. This is not strictly speaking true, but I will concede that Islam is not monolithic. Fact is, there are precisely two kinds of Islam. There is Islam for the all-male fraternity of caliphs, sultans, sheiks, ayatollahs, mullahs, and various other dirty old men, and there’s an Islam for everyone else. There’s an Islam for “warriors” armed with the fearful Koran and rockets and launchers, and then there’s another kind of Islam for the innocent children in whose school the valiant warriors hole up. There’s an Islam for the legions of dreary and somber imams who pontificate on the duty of jihad and the glory of martyrdom, but they don’t mean that they ever intend to strap on a bomb or pilot a plane into a building. No, there’s an entirely different Islam for those not named Osama bin Laden or Mullah Omar, and it is the faith of hundreds of millions of the ultimately expendable—expendable without a second thought of it.

It’s all SOP for ROP.

We’d have to be halfwits not to notice.