First militant: “May I speak frankly with you, Jibril?”
Second militant: “Of course you may, brother.”
First militant: “It concerns the infidels. Certainly we are the stronger warriors—menacing, steel-fanged lions to their paper tigers (Allah be merciful)—but that aside, they are killing us in far greater numbers. Yet their countrymen feel that they are losing the war and must retreat. Is this some devious subterfuge, friend?”
Second militant: “Ah, but you have stumbled upon the infidels’ weakness, Marzuq!—their Achilles heel (Allah be praised)! The Great Satans, they are a self-loathing sort—their strength projected outward, when inside they are soft and unsure, like women. They do not trust in the righteousness of their own cause, brother, and so they view every death—even ours—as defeat. It is the irony of their cowar—er, Marzuq…?”
First militant:
Second militant: “There, you see? Another victory for our side, my friend whose face has been completely blown off by sniper fire!”
Allah be praised, fuckers.
Er… Second?
SW: “million”, as in “Jeff’s got a milyunuvvum…”
I mean, it’s a good thing that we’ve beaten them back you know. Four years ago they were flying jumbo jets through the corporate district, and they’ve been reduced to firing errant rockets in Jordanian ports that completely miss their targets.
judging from stories i heard over the weekend, you need more sheep in these bunkers.
I think we need to start a collection to buy Pat Robertson one of them sniper rifles. But only give him two bullets, one for Chavez and one for Fidel, cause we don’t need a crazy man running around with a loaded weapon.
TW = “develop” as in “story developing”.
By this time next year, Marzuq’s mother will be camping out in some remote tribal area of Pakistan demanding to speak to Osama bin Laden.
“Majad – see if the bullet had his name on it.”
SB: range
zeroed in
Pat Robertson, idiotarian. Pardon the redundancy.
He should stick to theology. And I don’t agree with him completely on that, either.
Speaking of millyunuvem, what ever happened to AnNicole, bitches?
Second militant: Farewell, my brother; while I haul ass outta here. Gotta save some victories for another day, y’know.
Actually, there is a considerable irony here (there’s probably a more accurate word than “irony,” but I can’t think of what it is.)
The true strength of Jihadistan is its unwavering belief in and adherence to the words of their prophet. However, it is this same faith that for 1400 years has kept them in the Dark Ages politically and technologically.
By contrast, the true strength of America has always been our willingness to challenge the received wisdom of the past and to seek empirically-superior “truths.†Our strength is, in a word, doubt. It is this deeply-held spirit of empirical scepticism that has made us far superior to Jihadistan in matters political and technological.
However, doubt cannot be compartmentalized; so this same doubt must inevitably be applied to our foreign policy decisions, even where (as here) the correct answers would seem rather obvious. It is therefore unavoidable that Jihadistan’s “strength†finds an easy target in our “weakness†(i.e., our doubt).
I am confident that our doubt-based-system will prevail over their faith-based-system. But this is yet another reminder that the greater of two goods (or the lesser of two evils) is not ipso facto perfect.
Marine Sniper:”You would think that when the guy next to you has his face blown away, you would, I dunno, move away or something. But no, the guy just stands there. And it looks like he’s still talking to him.”
Marine Spotter:”I can’t explain it bro. But hey, easier for us I guess…..nice shot by the way..”