
Like terrorist father, like terrorist son.
There must be times that the terrorists just lean back on their prayer mats and heave a long and hearty laugh at how stupid the western world is. They must elbow each other and smirk at how easy it is to get people to sympathize with their plans, even as they sharpen the blade in plain sight of the apologists.
It’s common knowledge that Great Britain has been infiltrated by radical Islam, to the point where the country has been designated the single greatest Islamic threat in the western world by the Pentagon. And while the long-suffering Anglo saps who continue working and voting Labour see their country transformed into one where the most popular baby name is “Muhammad”, people like Anjem Choudary organize Sharia-state groups to protest British soldiers while receiving state welfare. His rights are furthermore protected by Human Rights councils which encourage diversity, even when that kind of diversity aims to destroy you.
In Canada we reward terrorists with multimillionaire contracts for giving up their Islamic allies, and call them heroes. Instead of taking Shaher Elsohemy and roughing him up until he squealed on the Toronto 18, we gave him $4-million, cars, houses, and protection for life. Again, he must be chuckling at how stupid Canadians are for paying off his debts and giving him a comfortable lifestyle in exchange for information he should have provided as a conscientious citizen of this country for free.
Then there’s the prodigal son of terrorism, that love child of Canadian official multiculturalism and a crackerjack citizenship they gave his father who hung around here for the free medicare in between bouts of jihad, Omar Khadr.
His father, the known Egyptian terrorist Ahmed Said Khadr, was freed from Pakistan in 1995 after Canadian Prime Minister Jean Chrétien interceded on his behalf. Lacking evidence to suggest Ahmed Khadr was involved in an al-Qaeda bombing, Pakistan dropped their charges and released the elder Khadr. Upon returning to Canada, it is reported he kissed the ground. He knew how close he had come to being delivered to justice in Pakistan, before being rescued by the Prime Minister.
In 2001 his son, young terror apprentice Omar, was cavorting in Afghanistan around the time of America’s war on terror commencement, learning how to do things like cut the hands off of infidels, plant IED landmines, and discover the true word of Allah. A child soldier? A convenient excusement for his willing participation in treasonous acts against the western world.
When he was captured by the Americans after murdering Sergeant First Class Christopher James Speer with a hand-grenade, the U.S. forces made a considerable mistake. Unlike the enemy they fight, a ruthless group of Islamic mercenaries who are paid upon delivery in heaven with virgins and riches, the world class U.S. Army is trained to save the lives of all those they encounter wounded on the battlefield. Even future poster boy for victimhood, Omar Khadr.
Now, eight years after his capture, and thanks to a ludicrous ruling by the Supreme Court of Canada that his rights were violated, Omar Khadr’s six-year old lawsuit against the government of Canada has been upgraded to $10 million. Only 23-years-old, Omar, too, must be smirking in his cell.
No average Canadian working for fifty years to finish with a subsistence pension will ever be able to retire on $10 million. Nor does it matter that these millions of average Canadians will be paying the liberal guilt money to Omar Khadr’s terrorist trust fund. Justice must be served, damn it, and if you can’t prove in a court of law what anybody with wikipedia, a 10-minute attention span, and an iota of Canadian-born common sense can, then Omar deserves his money.
After all, he isn’t twisting our arms to give us his blood money. He is relying on our inherent willingness to capitulate to the circumstantial evidence that every single one of the Khadr Klan was caught red-handed in Afghanistan or Pakistan doing naughty things with naughty people, but that it doesn’t constitute a legal consensus for murder or terrorism. That conclusion can only be arrived at in the minds of the average Canadians who will watch Omar drive his luxury Lexus past us on his way to attend whatever state-sponsored University degree he gets for his “rehabilitation”.
The cheaper method, sadly no longer available to us, was to leave his blood-soaked carcass to rot in that abandoned Soviet airbase in Khost, Afghanistan.