Attempted Mass Murder: How Not To Enjoy Christmas Day

By Charley Brady

I don't really know why I put that in except that I just feel that it will annoy somebody somewhere. For what it's worth, from two thousand miles away I find myself getting more and more disillusioned with President Obama. His inexperience seems to be showing and his rhetoric looking more and more empty.

Never mind! The awful phoney period of Christmas is over. We can stop pretending to be happy little elves for another year. To paraphrase Harlan Ellison: "What man can truly say that he enjoys Christmas without having a cocked revolver held to his head? Show me that man and I'll show you someone with the capacity to be a serial killer or even a politician."

And what about New Year's Day? All of that false bonhomie and "Auld Lang Syne" nonsense? We KNOW that this year will be as bad if not significantly worse than the last one. So what is there to be happy about?

Mind you, if I tell the truth I rather enjoyed this one. It was an alcohol-free celebration in Scotland of all places (I could really get into this drink-free lifestyle, much to my amazement).

I still managed to take a hell of a spill on the frozen River Ayr yesterday, something I probably wouldn't have done if I'd been drinking. Have you ever noticed that drunk people seem to walk away unscathed from the hairiest situations? God never fails to punish you if you try to be good, though. Hence I'm writing this one-handed (the left one looking like one of those throbbing cartoon hands) so bear with me.

There was much to be happy about this Christmas; probably most of all because another air tragedy was averted thanks to a combination of circumstances and heroism from one of the passengers.

This could have been a real massacre and surely it is time to come down hard on Britain for being too damned soft with these would-be mass murderers. No wonder Britain's capital is now so often known disparagingly as "Londonistan".

Let's keep the festive spirit going by laughing - very loudly - at spoiled little brat Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab.

Here's a guy who was born into a wealthy Nigerian family who gave him everything and he repaid them by disowning them and becoming a tool for people who are simply consumed with hatred. He was blessed with good looks, brains and prestige and yet Allah seems to have withheld the all-important gift of compassion from the little weasel.

Truth to tell, I'm not all that interested in his story. I'll leave it to psychiatrists and those who are paid to see what makes dipsticks like this tick to work out why he came to this.

Look at some of the postings the prat put on the internet: "I want to talk about my dilemma between liberalism and extremism. The Prophet said religion is easy and anyone who tries to overburden themselves will find it hard and will not be able to continue.

"So anytime I relax, I deviate sometimes and then when I strive hard, I get tired of what I am doing i.e. memorising the quran, etc. How should one put the balance right?"

And: "I won't go into too much details about my fantasy, but basically they are Jihad fantasies. I imagine how the great jihad will win (Allah willing) and rule the world, and establish the greatest empire once again.

"As I get lonely, the natural sexual drive awakens and I struggle to control it, sometimes leading to the minor sinful activities like not lowering the gaze [in the presence of women]."

Well, we certainly don't need to worry about this creep being a danger to women in the future. I have to admit that if I was to strap the components of an incendiary devise to any part of my body then it sure as hell wouldn't be to my family jewels.

As one Scot commented when I was over there: "I don't know if this guy was promised the 72 celestial virgins in the after life but it's highly unlikely that he'll ever be bothering an earthly one now".

Seriously, you don't even have to be a psychiatrist to see that this was a prime example of an increasingly warped creep who desperately needed to get laid.

Does that make me sympathise in the slightest? Not a bit of it. For crying out loud, when will the bleeding hearts who are already worrying about his human rights get it through their thick skulls: these guys are the enemy.

If we have to single people out at airports because they have bloody great beards and towels on their heads then let's do it. The time for being "sensitive" passed some years back, remember.

We don't have to become as bad as them but the fact remains that it is Muslims who are responsible for the dangers on our aircraft now, not the little old lady with the blue-rinsed hair or the baby crying for his bottle.

Decent-living Muslems themselves understand this so why are we tip-toeing around?

If the authorities go ahead with random searches while in the air then I don't have a problem with that. Nor should anyone who is not carrying something lethal. I just hope that this doesn't lead to a lot of knee-jerk solutions that simply make it harder for the innocent traveller. If this happens then to an extent the terrorists are winning.

I've mentioned Yemen in these pages before but to a great extent it appears to have been a country that is a hotbed of terrorism that has gone under the radar. At least this botched attempt has focussed interest on it at last.

Abdulmuttalab was trained in what he was going to attempt in that country and it now seems likely that two of the key figures are late of Gauntanamo Bay. Yet another surprise for the bleeding hearts.

(Incidentally, we have two of these characters living in the West of Ireland following on from Brian Cowen's simpering promise to Obama last St. Patrick's Day. Needless to say, the tax payer is not allowed to know where they are.)

In fact - and this is quite staggering - around forty per cent of Gaunatanamo detainees are from Yemen.

To return to something I mentioned earlier: surely the United States is now going to get tough with the easy- going manner in which the United Kingdom is allowing itself to be infiltrated by extremist Islamic murderers.

Our current failed suicide bomber is now the fourth president of a London University Islamic Society in three years.

Come on, people! Wake up!

As I was packing for home yesterday I heard with disbelief that 500 members of Islam4UK intend to carry symbolic coffins through the English town of Wootton Bassett.

This is the Wiltshire town that has gained fame for the turn out of hundreds of its citizens to honour the troops whose returning bodies are driven from the nearby RAF Lyneham.

Islam4UK and its sneering leader Anjem Choudary have said that those showing their respect to the British dead are "honouring genocide".

My blood boils so much at this that I couldn't possibly print what my reply to these thugs would be in a family newspaper. I only hope that the authorities and the police feel the same way.

The former Wootton Bassett mayor Chris Wannell commented: "We don't do what we do for any political reason but to pay our respects to those who have given their lives for our freedom."

Try telling that to Islam4UK: they expect us to show them and their beliefs "understanding and sensitivity" but this is what they do in return.

We really, really have to toughen up.

And talking of bearded terrorists, here's another one whose Christmas I was delighted to see being ruined.

I've taken a fair bit of stick in the past for my remarks in several magazines as to my feelings of distaste towards Sinn Fein's leader Gerry Adams, MP. That distaste, of course, extends to his party. Like many another idealistic young gobshite of twenty years of age I was fascinated by them but the intervening decades have just more and more clearly shown me what they are.

Yet what a bombshell it was before Christmas to find that quietly-spoken, articulate and ever-so-nice Gerry had been covering up for child molesting, and for years at that.

When 13-year-old Aine, his niece, went to him for help and guidance in 1987, telling him - and how awful this must have been for the child - that his brother Liam had raped and abused her from the age of four she was right to expect this powerful man to do something about it. But no: as with all creatures like Adams the first instinct is to minimise damage to themselves. In other words he covered up for what he no doubt saw as the greater good of his loathsome party.

Some have expressed sympathy for Adams now that he has - finally! - admitted that his own father was an abuser himself. I feel no such sympathy, except for the real victims.

After all, Adams and his Irish Republican Army (sorry, I forgot, he was never a member. Yeah, right.) put themselves in charge of kneecapping and torturing child molesters in their area of West Belfast while at the same time covering up for their own. The I.R.A.: murderers, torturers, kneecappers and now child molesters. They're some band of brave freedom-fighters all right.

Adams was told that the girl's story was backed up by a police medical examination.

Aine, convinced by Adams not to press charges, moved to Scotland after the creep told her": Our Liam can't deal with what he did to you." Interesting how "our Liam" suddenly became the victim in this sordid and sad tale.

Finally, on hearing that her father had worked from 1998 through 2003 in a youth club, for mercy's sake, with the connivance of her uncle, Aine decided to pursue him through the courts.

And there we stand at the moment, with mealy mouthed ratbag Gerry Adams playing the sympathy card and trying to weasel his miserable way out of this one. With some of his erstwhile admirers already referring to him as Archbishop Adams he may have an uphill battle in ever getting any kind of credibility back.

Leaving that aside for now, another pleasant surprise for Christmas was seeing James Cameron's film "Avatar". I went along to the cinema expecting a good solid science fiction film. What I didn't expect was a less than veiled critique on America's foreign policy and wars of expansion.

Definitely recommended in spite of its tree-hugging sentiments.

As I'm putting this column to bed I hear that the West has closed its embassies in Yemen in light of the latest threats from our hard-put- upon Muslim brothers.

It's a start. Maybe we ARE copping on at last.

In the meantime, I hope to see you all again next week, Allah willing.

Same bat-time!

Same bat-channel!

You can reach Charley at chasbrady7@eircom.net