There was yet another terrorist attack in France yesterday.
Two men shouting “Allahu akbar” and “Daesh” – the term spineless, sightless Westerners use for ISIS out of respect for Islam (i.e. fawning reverence for anything that isn’t Christianity. Or Israel) – stormed a Catholic church, slit an 85-year-old priest’s throat and then proceeded to give a sermon in Arabic.
Stories like that are becoming disturbingly commonplace here in the West. Just this month alone, there’s been:
· The truck drive from hell in Nice, France, that killed over 80 and wounded another 300-plus on July 14
· The axe and knife attack onboard a German train that wounded five on July 18
· The bombing at a wine bar in Ansbach, Germany, on July 24 that left 15 injured
· And now the attack on a French church in which a priest died and a parishioner was critically wounded.
After all of that – not to mention 9/11, the underwear bomber, the shoe bomber, the Charlie Hebdo slaughter, the Paris massacre, the calculated slayings in San Bernardino, California, the Orlando nightclub tragedy, etc., etc., etc. – you’d think the West would get a clue that there are a lot of Middle Easterners and people of Middle Eastern descent who don’t exactly like us… that, in fact, they’re going out of their way to destroy us.
Yet, apparently not.
According to the U.K.’s Mirror, a nun at the latest terrorist attack described how, “Everyone was saying, ‘Just stop. You don’t understand what you are doing.’ But it had no effect.”
They don’t know what they’re doing?
I can’t imagine how traumatized that nun is. And I don’t mean to victim shame. But is she serious?
You have to know what you’re doing to patiently sit around for hours and hours before you plow a truck into a crowded street full of innocent civilians watching fireworks.
You have to know what you’re doing when you pack an axe and a knife, board a train and start hacking at people.
You have to know what you’re doing when you blow up a bomb in a public place or slit an elderly man’s throat while your buddy records it on his smartphone.
Unless they’re demon-possessed, these people know full-well what they’re doing. And they clearly like it enough to keep doing it over again and again and again.