Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Being Falstaff

The boys in Saudi Arabia have been eager to join the fight in Iraq. When you think about it, what is there to do in Riyadh anyway?

So. If you’re bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and bored and you want to fight, here’s the drill: you tell Mom and Dad and off you go, ready for Fallujah. Meanwhile, your family waits for the phone call to tell them that either (a) you’ve gone to war, or (b) you’re already a martyr.

Things are changing, though. Take this tale of the two brothers who left home to fight the infidel:
    … their enthusiasm being inflamed by the conflict in Falluja… they decided to go to Iraq. Their relatives intervened to persuade them against doing what they had decided upon, until they [the boys] convinced everyone that they had changed their minds.
Instead, the clever brothers “sneaked nimbly into Iraq” and it wasn’t long before they connected up with the terrorist network. Eventually, the boys made their way to the leader. Upon meeting him, they requested to be sent to Fallujah.

No such luck. The leader told them it was far away and too dangerous. However, he did have another possible job opening. They could become suicide bombers.
    “We have a group of automobiles ready to perform suicide operations.” The young men almost lost consciousness from the terror of the shock. And they said to him: how our coming to Iraq has come to this end in a suicide operation with such ease! He answered them indifferently: this is what we have now, and if you want you may look elsewhere! At that moment they decided to return to their country, and completely changed their minds about participating in what they thought was resistance in Iraq…
So much for that warrior quest. We never do find out what kind of reception they got at home.

Meanwhile, the Saudi clerics have declared, like Falstaff, that discretion is the better part of valor.
    …[T]he Grand Mufti of Saudi Arabia in an open meeting refuted the claims that what is happening now in Iraq is really jihad. He has said: ‘Indeed, jihad in the cause of God is a great thing, no one doubts in its bounty or in its greatness, but the situation in Iraq differs. For our brothers in Iraq know the condition of their country and its circumstances and overall environment, and they work with their reality as they see fit… he does ‘not encourage young men of that (going to Iraq), and does not support the action, because what is happening in Iraq involves the shedding of blood wrongfully, and the blood of Muslims is precious, and so it is not allowed for us to tolerate this and throw our young men into places they are not familiar with, and in which they don’t know what is happening. We wish for our Iraqi brothers success and that God with gather all of them.’
In some circles, the Grand Mufti’s words would be known as a kiss-off. No wonder Hotspur Zarqawi grows weary. The Wahabbis are un-jihading his mighty endeavor. They’re even telling the boys to stay home.

How cynical is that?

Hat tip: The Glittering Eye


Brian H said...

Allah's finger is writing the defeat of the phoney jihadists on the wall. A few imams are able to read the divine script.

Barb said...

Dymphna - Thanks for coming by my site and adding to the conversation. I look forward to enjoying the Gates of Vienna - you have much here to interest me!

a4g said...

My Shakespeare professors always gloried at the way the Bard could peer through the mists into the soul of man in all times.

More accurately, Wm. knew all too well that nothing in the heart of darkness ever changes.

It is on this shred of hope it seems the whole war teeters: that even the mad followers of Islam, like Falstaff, might not be impervious to a little fear at the sting of Douglas' sword.

Dymphna said...

There is some bit of Shakespeare for every occasion. Falstaff came to mind because of the venal, superficial turn-around of the imams. "oops...new rules. Can't shed Muslim blood." Now, that is.

Of course, if they ever ruled the world, one sect would proceed to annihilate the other.

Just like we Christians used to do.

a4g said...

Well judging by your picture, Dymphna, your intercession could be of some assistance in these matters.

We all need to be healed of a little madness.

Dymphna said...

Ah, me boy, we're all the walking wounded. It's called original sin for lack of a better term. Or rather, I've not yet heard a better term.

The lefties, Utopians all, think we can somehow lift ourselves to moral perfection.