It is often considered unseemly to celebrate a person’s death. It’s disrespectful, and even if the person who has died is a political or other sort of opponent, then the death should be marked, if not with false praise, then with the greater honesty of a period of silence. All deaths are tragedies to someone. However, how are we to treat that deaths of the growing number of those ‘Britons’ who have voluntarily decided that they would surrender their humanity and fight for ISIS? We might feel that we will feel nothing for the Jihadi who has died, but should feel some sympathy for the family who have lost a loved one. But this line of thinking leads us to consider the question, what if the family were complicit in the recruitment of their child or other relative into ISIS, should we feel sorry for them then? My thoughts would be no, I would not feel sorry for them in this situation, they are to a greater or lesser extent, the architects of their own grief.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I cannot celebrate the deaths of individuals, who if they had taken a different path, may have gone on to do different or more positive things, but I can celebrate another threat removed by their demise. Although I may wonder what might have been, when I hear of the death of a Jihadi, I can only thank all that is holy that someone who wanted to kill me, will not now get the chance. These guys might have led normal lives if it had not been for Islam and it’s highway to death. Islam creates monsters with monotonous regularity and nearly every one of these Jihadis could have been saved from grisly death had they chosen a path in life other than Islam. But it was their choice, nobody held a mountain over the top of them and said ‘make a choice’, they freely chose evil, they freely chose death, they chose the path of Islam. I can’t feel too sorry that someone who has chosen death rather than choose life, is no more. I’d prefer that they made better choices, but that’s life, or, in these cases, death.
I will celebrate the fact that another enemy is dead, that another threat is neutralised, that another hate-filled gob shouting Allah hu Akbhar can shout no more. I will give thanks that this Jihadi is not going to be coming back to the UK ever again, unless in a form that can harm no one.
These Jihadis allow Islam to turn them from ordinary people into rabid, conscienceless monsters, they have chosen to relinquish a large portion of their humanity in exchange for obedience to the ideology of Islam. I can’t feel sorry for them, beyond regretting the Jihadi’s wrong choices. When I hear that 60 ‘British’ Jihadis have died in combat, I can’t help but feel that’s 60 threats gone, 60 Islamic stormtroopers no more, 60 potential future problems avoided, and also 60 excuses for a bit of a celebration that some of our enemies have been vanquished. We really are in a situation where we have to say rather them dead, than us.
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60 ‘British’ Jihadis killed so far this year
I remember my father saying “the only good german’s a dead one” largely in jest. but as they say, many a true word spoken in.
he was born in the thirties , me the sixtys.
.given both our differing life experiences he grew up amidst animosity towards the old enemy.
where as I’m in different and have no problem with the modern day german.
However , I’m quite happy to swap the word german for jihadi.
let me sincerely state without a trace of humour
The only good jihadi is a dead un
I hope this figure of sixty continues to rise
thats sixty good reasons to raise a glass to
now, where did I put that wine