One Brick Short

I’m not saying we should hunt them down like rats because rats can be kind and caring when not faced with the need to feed.

I’m talking about the terrorist masterminds that loaded up two Downs Syndrome women with bombs and blew them up in the marketplace near Baghdad the other day, killing dozens and wounding more. Now, I’ve known numerous Downs Syndrome adults in my life, including Dee Dee up in Minnesota. They tend to be much happier than most of us “normal” people, non-aggressive and find the greatest pleasures in the smallest of things. I am pretty damn sure they didn’t approach some terrorist recruiter on the street and say, “gee, I’d love to be a martyr! Load me up and set me off!”

No, what we have here is another example of the mentality of people who make up the Islamic terrorist movement—and just about any other terrorist movement you can think of, if you ask me—where anybody they can find, the mentally ill, the handicapped are bomb fodder. They aren’t good enough to live a normal life, think the folks who brought you Internet beheadings, so let’s send them off to God with the skulls of 40 of their closest neighbors who have done nothing to us except try to lead freakin’ normal lives amidst death, destruction and despots.

Yes, we need to hunt these SOBs down. Yes, they need to be dispatched off to their God for the just punishment that no doubts awaits them. But, I’m not in favor of cutting them up slowing into tiny, shrapnel-size fragments, piece by little piece as the pain sinks in and they nearly pass out from loss of flesh and blood. I’m not in favor of death by a million chunks being taken out or having it displayed on the Internet.

Something quick and painless is fine with me, just as long as they’re gone.