Fury
So, an Afghan mob kills eight (or ten, or a dozen) non-American UN personnel because two weeks ago some two-bit preacher in Florida burned a Koran in a publicity stunt for which the U.S. media refused to give him any publicity.
I am sick of this crap. I’m sick of these people. I’m sick of the very suggestion that we should moderate any minute aspect of our opinions, language or behavior on behalf of murderous barbarians who’ll grab onto any excuse to kill people. People who didn’t do anything, who weren’t even of the same nationality as the moron who offended them, who weren’t guilty of any offense except being handy when a crowd of murderous barbarians decided it would be fun to butcher some infidels.
Spin up the gunships. Strafe the streets. Make them afraid - paralyzed with terror, trembling and fouling themselves in their cellars - to do anything that might conceivably offend us.
Until then, the Religion of Peace will continue to rack up further mighty victories for Allah. By firebombing a kindergarten in Bermuda, maybe. That would just about match their idea of proportionate response. Or piety. Or decency.
