A bomb blows up in the middle of a crowd. 10, 12, 30, 140 killed. Not important. People crawling in blood baths asking for help from a TV cameraman who's busy pushing the REC button. I've seen it this week, and the week before, and even today. And we all know it was them. The stars of the foreign affairs. Ladies and gentlemen, the insurgents.
Sounds so cold, doesn't it? They're so far it makes you forget they're even people. They're just the Muslim bastards blowing themselves up for the sake of Allah. And you, in your comfortable armchair, you sit in front of the TV and think these people are to blame you've got soldiers dieing in Iraq every day. And you still think that nice smelling elegant politician you saw last night on a talk show is right when he says your government should get the troops out of Iraq. And then you change the channel. The corruption scandal about a minister getting 15000 euro and some booze in exchange for a certain favor is funnier.
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Imagine mom died in a shelling. Then, a week after, dad was arrested, tortured and killed in a prison. He was a suspect because he fired in the air at your cousin's wedding. Imagine all your brothers and sisters die in a friendly fire. And they say they were collateral damage ( e.i. The people who's deaths never mean anything). Tell me you wouldn't go insane and try to blow yourself up to make the people who killed them pay. Tell me that you'd care if your neighbors die with you. Tell me if you'd think about any God when you do this.
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