The jokes on you

Apparently,some terrorists know how to read. They may have even been educated at the highest echelons of academia.

Apparently,some terrorists know how to read. They may have even been educated at the highest echelons of academia. Thats great. Because,I hope they get to read this. While they snuggle up to the rock they hide under,their mouths rotting with the stench of rabid hate,their bottoms unwashed by water and itching with the restlessness of yearning for more human pulp,their fingernails buried under the debris of mud and mayhem past,their clothes stained with putrid stale sweat and the spray of so much innocent blood,I hope they get to read this to understand,that the jokes on them.

I realise that many of them dont even know why they are terrorists. They are victims of a harsh reality,unknown to most of us who are able to read this. Radical revivalism and fundamental ideological beliefs are hoisted upon them,and in want of the Garden of Eden,where the trees of life bloom with equal opportunitythey are directed to become the annihilators of peace. As they storm our sanctum sanctorums and mercilessly slay us,their dark hearts lurching with the throb of a bloody success,their macabre minds addled by the psychotic mirage of narcotics,their tattered souls still clutching onto a deranged dogma of justice delivered,they just dont understand that the jokes on them.

I dont have sympathy for the devil,but I can see why they made the choices they did. Life is cruel,living is not easy,and a pure idea of God cannot sustain us all. Faith is marauded so that it fits into a size thats right for them. And the finality of death,its absolute stillness,its permanent ability to yank them out of the tussle of life,of all that life could be but will never be for them,must wash over them not only like a wave of relief,but also like a wave of ambition. Death will give them something to do. Its pursuit will give them something to be. Their martyrdom would become their greatest achievement. Faceless before they were gunned down and charred and faceless for an eternity after,I wish they would understand that the jokes on them.

Because,we will rise. Because,we have always only risen. No matter what. So,while they cuddle the rock in a cave somewhere in their self-imposed hell,and they scratch their filthy bottoms for the next big idea,we will dance. And while they get pummelled by life and decide to make the fatal decision of choosing religion as the reason for vengeance that will lead to an equal balance,and that will restore fairness in this world,we will laugh. And while they romance the idea of death,intoxicated by the tortured and mutilated conviction that mass murders of a multitude of millions around this globe will deliver them onto the worlds stage,marking their deaths with the medal of accomplishment in Gods court,we will sing.

Because we are the living,and even when their bombs fall on us,there will be more of us behind us,and,we go on. If War is their business,then Peace is ours.

The joke is clearly on you. Get a job already.

(E-mail the columnist at mozezsingh@gmail.com)

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The jokes on you

Apparently,some terrorists know how to read. They may have even been educated at the highest echelons of academia.

The jokes on you