Jihadi John 2
The masked militant in an Islamic State video showing the killing of five men accused by the group of being Western spies is believed to be a Londoner known as Sid who once sold inflatable bouncy castles.
Siddhartha Dhar, who left Britain for Syria while on police bail after his arrest on suspicion of belonging to a banned group and encouraging terrorism, has been identified by media as the spokesman in the militant organization's latest film.
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He's in Syria now? Maybe we can let him in as a refugee.
The dreamer used to cater to kids and women. Lets not be raciss.
Beginning to understand the attraction of romance of the adventure.
and coming with it, understanding why all those young men volunteered to go straight to Iraq desert to fight a war, apart from patriotism, the desert adventure part. Why would anyone want that?
I get a serious case of the monkeybutt just thinking about it.
You cannot bathe enough times in a day.
And the food. I mean, come on.
Sleeping, eh, that you can do anywhere at the drop of a dime but everything else, everything that makes you an up to date human is gone with only trappings of modernity only the edges and without the structure that built them to back them up. That can never become anything useful because it kills imagination and expression. The best it can do is copy. And copy poorly. [Look at their ferris wheel at what approximates a fairground and feel sorry for people trying to understand what fun is supposed to look like, available on Google Earth photos of people's most favorite places. It's sad.]
They'll have glory only in death, so, a death cult. Bring it. Please, to fulfill their meaning of life.
The life cycle can be considered as a plant.
The seed is planted, nourished with earth, water and light, it grows to maturity predictably and linearly without interruption a life of banality and predictability and lacking anything remote to excitement and in submission to societies that aren't even Islamic, and dies.
Feeling like a plant is unattractive.
Compared to: A plant grows into a man and fights and dies for the glory of Allah just as it is written. Says someone interpreting that smelly ass little book.
And for Nimr al-Nimr to land on the precise locution as Patric Henry, give me liberty or give me death.
What is beyond irony?
It would be ironic enough had an Arab or Persian simply landed on it. But landing on it from a place of total submission is beyond irony. It is not ironic. It's sick. It is the thoughts of an addled and incompletely sorted mind. And yet he is ranked among their best. Kind of a dynastic firebrand, it's a family business. It makes me want to thawp his adorable little monkey ears sticking out of his head as they do, and say, "FAIL!," but too bad, I can't. His head is chopped off.
Where was I? Yes, the romance of excitement. The romance of tossing it all and going out there to the desert and BE somebody.
STELLAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAaaaaa!
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