Feel the need to write about the tragedy unfolding in Paris but am somewhat lost for words. Back to the same conundrum - the nature of evil, black because we have white, light and darkness, on and off? Having to accept these opposites to know the existence of, well, existence?
But I can't excuse it that easily. The mind of someone who, despite being indoctrinated, brainwashed, trained and promised glory in the afterlife, can indiscriminately kill and then, without hesitation, blow themselves up, is beyond me. It's like trying to understand the thought processes of a dung beetle. And I like dung beetles. They do a great job and they're fascinating to watch but still, they're dung beetles.
It's an alien intelligence. I suppose if you think the world is coming to an end, which isis apparently does, than anything goes. But they aren't mercy killings. Drowning men in cages, setting them alight, beheading, all acts in the Theatre of the Cruel - acts which proclaim the pure evil of isis' allah. Killing the infidels, the *apostates*, seems an exercise in futility when the end of the world is nigh. Why bother? Why establish a caliphate? Why do anything?
I suspect these terrorists, hate filled as they are, are really frightened. Becoming a jihadist - isn't it really about belonging? about being recognized? If you die killing others in the name of allah, then you will be one of the beloved of the prophet, surrounded by your admiring (dead) family and friends. You are part of the group. You're not alone. You have a purpose (of sorts) and the scared little boy (or girl) has a support system for eternity. The extreme cowardice and selfishness of the needy baby.
Nevertheless, they must be stopped. I have no sympathy. They have chosen their reality and it is one of death and destruction. People should have the right to choose their destiny and when they've chosen to have a nice meal at a good Cambodian restaurant on a Friday night in Paris, they should do so without toddlers having tantrums with AK-47s.
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