A most unholy warrior

Mokhtar Belmokhtar. Now you know his name, his face and the heinous terrorist attack which he masterminded and ordered in Algeria recently; this ruthless fanatic - this self-styled, so-called  'holy warrior'.

He belongs to a motley, loosely related group of people termed Islamists, people eagerly turning to arms and violence to achieve their end goal: every nation in the house of Islam, and eventually the rest of the world, cowered and subjugated under Sharia Law. Sharia, this 'divinely' ordered jurisdiction where thieves mandatorily lose their limbs, where women are stoned for their infididelity, and where the infidels, me among them, will be forced to pay a religious tax for the exquisite privilege of being second-class citizens.

Formerly they sight of them only produced grins or outburst of raucous laughter. The beards they were, and still are, donning were typically enormous, dwarfing their faces into comical residues of normal visages. But after 9/11  no one laughs at them any longer. After several successful, ghastly attacks on western civilians (and Muslims), they have made themselves into the most hated and abhorred people that walk this planet.

We know about their perverted vision of a 'godly' society, but still it eludes comprehension when they, through calculated, senseless bloodshed are attempting to build this alternative world. Because, after all, how can they possibly believe that good will result from sheer, utter evil? Are they expecting their victims and their families to obediently submit to this devilry - thanking these 'holy warriors' profusely for their persistent use of bombs, handgrenades and machine gun fire?

When they have finished filling streets with lifeless bodies, who will be left to populate their cities, mosques or schools? When they have finally come to the end of their shortlisted legitimate targets, will there be any factories still standing, any shops still vending the food Mokhtar Belmokhtar also presumably needs to survive?

They want to appear as holy warriors fighting for a just cause, but in their heartless cruelty only come across more like members of the Comorra in their wild, uninhibited vendettas. They want to represent the best Allah, their alleged creator, has - but create nothing but heartbreak, chaos and carnage. And the life they are aspiring for, masques an arid desert of mental and phsyical death, confusion and destruction. They speak of love, but know only a dialect of lifeless fanaticism.

What horrid creatures they are. What unholy warriors.