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Do as I say, not as I do

That naughty Abu Bakar Bashir is at it again! I don't want to enter too much into this guy or his latest caper, because to be honest there is no need as the guy doesn't need my help to establish that he is a fool.

However, there is one aspect of his latest tirade against infidels that struck me. Here is this bloke, 69 years old, advising to the youth of Indonesia that "the young must be first at the front line - don't hide at the back. You must be at the front, die as martyrs and all your sins will be forgiven. This is how to achieve forgiveness."

Right. And how many times has old Abu martyred himself for the grand cause? That would be the first question I would ask if someone was advising me to die for something they believe in.

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edwin s said…
Here in Malaysia, the religious zealots behave the same way and often the things that come spewing out of their mouths makes me wonder what's going on in their heads.

But such is life that someone feels the desire to control the perception of young minds. Hmm...
Kris McCracken said…
I'd imagine that this crank has maybe 0.05% support, Indonesians or non-Indonesians, Muslim or otherwise. Such nonsense!

Hopefully people can see through such blind hatred and bigotry and just get on with things that actually make people's lives better.
~tanty~ said…
To me, this guy is not a true muslim. He has mislead and has misinterpret of what is stated in Qur'an.
Kris McCracken said…
That seems to be the general consensus on this guy.
Anonymous said…
The Hamas-run TV in Gaza tries to teach their children love of martyrdom and hatred of the enemy.
One longer video is at http://www.memritv.org/clip/en/0/0/0/0/239/0/1579.htm. More "children's viewing" in the index at http://www.memritv.org/content/en/country.htm?country=pales.
Very sad that this is the way they are brainwashed.
Kris McCracken said…
There's loonies everywhere if you look hard enough. Let's just hope that common sense prevails over moronic hatred in all places and people just learn to get on with things!

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