My own immediate reactions to this latest terrorist attack are mixed. The less I say the better. So I invite commentary from our readers. Feel free to express your thoughts and ask the pertinent questions our cowardly media shy away from and refuse to address. This reminds me so much of the fatuous response to 9/11: “Why do they hate us so much?” That’s a bit like Jack the Ripper asking: “Why am I so unpopular among prostitutes?”
JACK THE RIPPER: “Why am I so unpopular among prostitutes?”
One thing I noticed this morning about the BBC coverage of the event was the sanctimonious hypocrisy of the coverage. The exploitation of national sorrow, by whipping up emotion to a fever pitch, was little short of disgusting. This was done by roping in children, whenever possible, to be interviewed.
We were introduced to a classroom of primary school children, for example, all supposedly shattered with grief at the mass murder that had taken place in their midst. Unfortunately, some of the children were smiling when questioned. The object of the classroom scene? I have no idea. I can only guess. Maybe to offer “counseling” to “traumatized” school children by their equally traumatized female teacher.
The frequent mention of “tears” by the BBC reporter fell flat, given that all the people targeted by the camera looked either bored, baffled, or prone to smiling. A pathetic poem was read out to a vast crowd in the square by a national poet. Punctuated with long significant pauses, as if to allow time for the wiping away of countless tears by ten thousand kleenex tissues, the poem was greeted with rapturous applause. Here was a crowd more concerned with its own emoting than with asking the big question — WHY?
These are the capital letter questions that no one in the media has the courage to ask. Even asking them is almost a crime and misconstrued as “showing sympathy for terrorists”.
The elephant in the living room was never once mentioned, as I say, in the media coverage.
All the wrong questions were asked and all the wrong answers were supplied.
We learned that much more must be done “to stop the radicalization of young Muslims.” Bewilderment was expressed that young Muslims who had been born and bred in England’s green and pleasant land and exposed to “British values” — values that are never described but are always presumed to be impeccable — should allow themselves to be “radicalized”.
How regrettable it is that these young Muslims, exposed to the “British values” of media porn, fashionable binge drinking and cocaine snorting, have not taken the hint and turned — like millions of other indigenous young Brits — into a bunch of binge-drinking, model citizen morons.
Sad to think they have somehow managed to resist their indoctrination, these horrible ingrates!
Instead, these misguided wretches have directed their attention to terrorist activities such as reading the Qur’an, attending their local mosques, and being “radicalized” by their evil imams into shunning the noble Western values of drug taking, alcohol consumption and non-stop sexual debauchery.
Yes, the Qur’an has a lot to answer for. Whatever Western values are, the Qur’an preaches the opposite. It teaches young women to dress modestly, for example, instead of flaunting their flesh and looking like whores. No wonder the Qur’an is hated.
Of course the Qur’an should be banned! How else are the values of Sodom and Gomorrah to prevail?
“Radicalization” is the pejorative term for the outrage felt by Muslims at the illegal bombing of their lands by the Anglo-Americans sphere, at the instigation of Israel and international Jewry.
“Radicalization” is the justifiable anger felt by Muslims against THIS WAR CRIMINAL for the illegal bombing of Iraq and the death and displacement of millions of innocent people.
If young Muslims are angry at what the West has done to Libya and Gaddafi, they have every right to be angry.
The elephant in the living room whose name is never mentioned by the nauseating lackeys who run our mass media, and who poison the minds of millions with their never-ending lies and pornographic sleaze, what is the name of this unmentionable elephant in the living room?
I don’t know. I wish I did. I will settle for “Blowback” or “Karma”.