And menstrual blood IS a technique of our interrogations. Can’t remember where I read it, but a woman was interrogating a terrorist who was defiant. She was instructed by the advisors who know the Muslim culture to reach into her pants, spill red ink onto her fingers, and touch the man with what he thought was menstrual blood. He cowered at the thought of his own uncleanness. It was a way to break him.
There is a reason for the adage, “Know thine enemy.”
Poop also has been a means of vengeance and ridicule for at least one Muslim woman. A woman was kidnapped by a neighboring village and gang-raped by the men of that village. After she was returned to her clan, supposedly humiliated, she told everyone there that the men who raped her had dingleberries - an accusation that quickly spread all over, making the men of that village the laughingstock of the area and resulting ultimately in a ruling by an imam, requiring men to shave the hair by their rectum.
We have to be smarter than our enemy. They cannot tolerate ridicule. The language they speak is blood, gore, power, and filth. Until we’re willing to speak their language right at them, they’ll continue to infiltrate the couth world with stuff we consider beneath our dignity (until there are dead bodies cluttering the place).
They’re afraid of poop and blood? Well, we’re afraid of blood and torture. It’s about time we took it to them like they’re bringing it to us. Blood and torture is their opiate - their means into perpetual sex which they call Paradise. So let’s give them what they’re really afraid of: what makes them too “unclean” to enter the Paradise for which they behead and blow themselves up.