Terrorism

You know what really really gets my goat about Islamic Fundamentalists
and the threat of terrorism?

It's that now, the most accurate word that describes what happens when someones daughter chases their dad with a water pistol can no longer be used.

And there's no more accurate word than terrorises.

Stop terrorising your poor father with that water pistol.

And when anecdotes are told about the summer's day, again, they are recounted without the word terrorism.

"Oh, it was such a nice day. Sun was out, barbecue, Little Lois was chasing John with the water pistol".

Not really cutting it is it, chasing.

Of course, all this begs the question. What happens at at an Islamic Fundamentalist barbecue. Don't get me wrong. I don't mean to be politically incorrect. An Islamic fundamentalist halal barbecue.

Phew. Feel like that's cleared the air a little.

I mean they're in the same boat.

If you were describing a barbecue on a beautiful summer's day outside a cave in Afghanistan you'd be in the same boat.

"Oh it was such a nice day.
Sun was out, barbecue, Mohammed jnr was terrorising MohamDad with a water pistol all day long. So funny."

"This does not sound like a fun barbecue. Why is Mohammed Jnr terrorising his Islamist father. Were there no infidels there to terrorise?"

"Oh silly me. I have used the wrong word. He was not terrorising his father with a water pistol. He was water boarding him. Language is such a funny thing. Always getting me confused. What a numptie I am. And what a strange, probably not at all accurate accent I have"