The versatile Burqa isn’t just for the misogynistic repression of women and concealing their bruises! It’s also just the ticket for brave Jihadist warriors who want to escape the law, avoid martyrdom, or sneak up on children so they can kill them!
Whenever CAIR (unindicted co-conspirators, terrorist sympathizers) and its ilk defend the burqa as “freedom of expression”, right after you stop laughing I want you to picture a plantation owner in 1863 bravely standing up for the right of blacks to “express” themselves by wearing shackles.
don’t expect to get it from a cop. Call a taxi driver instead.
“Luckily, more people joined in and we managed to beat the guy down. The police apparently caught the other man. I don’t think the policeman I saw at the scene drew his baton during the whole thing. He should have given it to me – I’d have leathered those guys with it.”
Charles at LGF postulates that maybe the good doctors were on Jihadi Juice. Gee. How would they have gotten access to drugs?
I thought the NIH was running out.
He wasn’t kidding when he said “full force“. But he’ll be OK. He’s made of stern stuff.
Jihad Watch compares two philosophies.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” — Declaration of Independence
“Thus if [a] Muslim commits adultery his punishment is 100 lashes, the shaving of his head, and one year of banishment. But if the man is not a Muslim and commits adultery with a Muslim woman his penalty is execution.
Good reading for Independence Day.
I propose another holiday: No Submission Day. September 11 would seem an appropriate date.
Michael Ledeen gets an email that calls a spade a spade.
The real question remains “Why at all?” and the status of these would-be murderers as privileged post-graduates debunks the usual Lefty nostrums about terrorism arising inexorably from the poverty, oppression and “disenfranchisement” of the globe’s Darwinian short-bus. The answer lies more plainly in a memorable line of a memorable character. In 1971’s “Dirty Harry” the city of San Francisco is being terrorized by the rampant Scorpio serial killer. Clint Eastwood is in classic formulaic dialogue with the big shots down at City Hall who just don't understand what they’re dealing with. Eastwood says “You're crazy if you think you've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna kill again” and the archetypal skeptical D.A. character responds “How do you know?” (A little imagination here to invoke the Eastwood signature voice enhances the flavor of the closing fastball). “Because he likes it” answers Dirty Harry.