In this confronting and compelling two-part essay, contributing editor-at-large, Tess Lawrence, provokes the argument that the relationship between suicide bombers, sex and violence warrants further forensic psychological study and scrutiny — of the kind normally attributed to ‘civilian’ serial killers. Has she got a point? No terrorists were harmed in the making of this article.
SUICIDE BOMBERS: MASTURBATING BLOOD IN THE DARK (Part One)
IT IS the hate that dare not speak its name.
But I will name it and I will try to shame it. It is the hate that masquerades as the love for Allah.
It is the hate that manifests in the barren bowels of barren men with matching intellects; whose ideological impotence feeds on a Viagra readily manufactured by the conjoined twins of sex and violence.
It appears on the assembly belt in a package mostly indistinguishable from all the other packages.
That is the beauty of it.
It walks and stalks paupers and those who would be kings alike.
It is a responsive and unquestioning servant to a needy and often seasoned master whose sexual gratification is dependent upon the subjugation of often younger prey; an age old powerplay, surely.
Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Blair, and Howard, Bin Laden and Abdul Nacer Benbrika extolled others to violence and despatched youth to war against the human family.
It appears as an automaton incapable of independent thought.
Lured with the promise of unearthly bounty, its gullibility harvested by grim reapers who gather their spent seed and spread it equally upon their greedy quivering mouths and reputations.
It has a brain but does not think.
It has eyes but does not see.
It has a heart but it doesn’t miss a beat. It has blood, but if you cut it, it does not heed. It even has a conscience but this has been sold into slavery for an empty silken purse made with the tattered fabric of inhumane bondage and debts that never have to be repaid. Micro-finance not required.
What is it?
You know it. I know it. The world knows it well. Too well.
‘It’ is the suicide bomber.
The links between fundamentalist religious zealots and power and sex and violence is known and noted.
Before the crazies start strapping on their designer terrorist suicide jackets to shut me up, let me say this: I feel the same way about all FRZs. And that includes alleged professed Christians and Muslims and Jews and Infidels.
SUICIDE BOMBERS. MASTURBATING BLOOD IN THE DARK (Part Two)
TERRORISTS — TERRIFIED OF WOMEN AND WHAT’S BETWEEN THEIR LEGS—AND EARS
Let’s face it, the terrorist fraternity, whilst not homogenous, in all its desperate and disparate forms is predominantly a single sex club.
I say, without fear of contradiction, that these murderers are not only terrified of women — they are terrified of what is between their legs and they are terrified of what is between their ears. And they are terrified of sex. And at the same time, obsessed by it.
Nowhere is this more prevalent than in Saudi Arabia, home of the wannabe Wahabis.
If ideologues would like to debate this issue with me at any time, I’m up for it.
