Memo to Osama

Wonderful entry from Wretchard at The Belmont Club bq. Memo to Osama Peace be unto you and Allah willing may we tread on the bones of our enemies in final triumph. You have asked me to examine, in as frank a way as possible, how this final victory is to be achieved. Permit me to retrace the old ground, familiar to you, which contains certain aspects which yet bear on the problem and have never been resolved. bq. Victory for the Jihad in operational terms means engineering the collapse of the infidel West. The alternative strategy, that of overtaking them in temporal power, was attempted in the 1950s and 60s by those among us who became enamored of Marxism. They believed Kruschev when he said, "we will bury you", and like Nasser, imagined that by building a few dams, some factories and dispatching a few dozens to study at Institutes in Moscow, we could surpass them in science, industry and wealth. But we found it was Ronald Reagan and not the Kruschev who did the burying. Still, while the House of Islam could not overbuild the House of the Infidel, if the world of the enemy could be reduced to ashes then it would be brought low; and we, while not growing a single inch in stature, would nevertheless grow high by comparison. Reminds me of another memo -- from Turner: bq. Weren't you at the Coke convention back in nineteen sixty-five You're the misbread, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised You're that great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine bq. Come now, gentlemen, your love is all I crave You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing in my grave