Posted on 03/23/2008 12:10:13 PM PDT by george76
ISLAMIC cleric Abu Bakar Bashir has returned to his hardline rhetoric with a call for followers to beat up Western tourists and for young Muslims to die as martyrs.
In the sermon, organised by an Islamic youth organisation and delivered a few kilometres from the home village of convicted Bali bombers Amrozi and Mukhlas, Bashir likened tourists in Bali to "worms, snakes, maggots", and specifically referred to the immorality of Australian infidels.
The address was caught on video by an Australian university student.
"The youth movement here must aspire to a martyrdom death," said the cleric, who was convicted of conspiracy over the 2002 Bali bombings that killed 202 people, including 88 Australians, but was later cleared and released from prison.
"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."
Observers said the sermon's content was a clear indication of what many terrorism academics have noted - that the accused spiritual head of Jemaah Islamiah has been emboldened by his release from prison last year after serving 26 months for conspiracy in relation to the Bali blasts.
"Immediately after Abu Bakar Bashir was released from incarceration he was very cautious in spreading hatred,"
Bashir likened non-Muslims to crawling animals. "Worms, snakes, maggots - those are animals that crawl.
"Don't be scared if you are called a hardliner Muslim," Bashir said. "It must be like that. We can't follow human law that is in conflict with Allah's law."
(Excerpt) Read more at news.com.au ...
Obama..is that you?
That’s the kind of mama all liberals should have.
Religion of peace, my a*s!
I bow to your superior humor. LOL and spitting Easter ham bits on the notebook screen. How does one clean a screen anyway? I’ve been using Glass Plus and cotton dishtowels...gently.
Hasn't (or why hasn't) one of these 'youths' ever stood up and asked, "What about you, old man? Or can't your sins be forgiven? And why always us young guys? If it's so great why don't you old guy do it? You're near dying anyway..."
I said some time ago that if they sent snipers out to shoot some of these Muslim extremist clerics, the Jihad would die real quick.
It will be long ere the Khusru Kheyl forget their night attack on the lowland villages. The Mullah had promised an easy victory and unlimited plunder; but behold, armed troopers of the Queen had risen out of the very earth, cutting, slashing, and riding down under the stars, so that no man knew where to turn, and all feared that they had brought an army about their ears, and ran back to the hills. In the panic of that flight more men were seen to drop from wounds inflicted by an Afghan knife jabbed upwards, and yet more from long-range carbine-fire. Then there rose a cry of treachery, and when they reached their own guarded heights, they had left, with some forty dead and sixty wounded, all their confidence in the Blind Mullah on the plains below. They clamoured, swore, and argued round the fires; the women wailing for the lost, and the Mullah shrieking curses on the returned.Then Khoda Dad Khan, eloquent and un-breathed, for he had taken no part in the fight, rose to improve the occasion. He pointed out that the tribe owed every item of its present misfortune to the Blind Mullah, who had lied in every possible particular and talked them into a trap. It was undoubtedly an insult that a Bengali, the son of a Bengali, should presume to administer the Border, but that fact did not, as the Mullah pretended, herald a general time of license and lifting; and the inexplicable madness of the English had not in the least impaired their power of guarding their marches. On the contrary, the baffled and out-generalled tribe would now, just when their food-stock was lowest, be blockaded from any trade with Hindustan until they had sent hostages for good behaviour, paid compensation for disturbance, and blood-money at the rate of thirty-six English pounds per head for every villager that they might have slain. And ye know that those lowland dogs will make oath that we have slain scores. Will the Mullah pay the fines or must we sell our guns? A low growl ran round the fires. Now, seeing that all this is the Mullahs work, and that we have gained nothing but promises of Paradise thereby, it is in my heart that we of the Khusru Kheyl lack a shrine whereat to pray. We are weakened, and henceforth how shall we dare to cross into the Madar Kheyl border, as has been our custom, to kneel to Pir Sajjis tomb? The Madar men will fall upon us, and rightly. But our Mullah is a holy man. He has helped two score of us into Paradise this night. Let him therefore accompany his flock, and we will build over his body a dome of the blue tiles of Mooltan, and burn lamps at his feet every Friday night. He shall be a saint: we shall have a shrine: and there our women shall pray for fresh seed to fill the gaps in our fighting-tale. How think you?
A grim chuckle followed the suggestion, and the soft wheep, wheep of unscabbarded knives followed the chuckle. It was an excellent notion, and met a long felt want of the tribe. The Mullah sprang to his feet, glaring with withered eyeballs at the drawn death he could not see, and calling down the curses of God and Mahomed on the tribe. Then began a game of blind mans buff round and between the fires, whereof Khuruk Shah, the tribal poet, has sung in verse that will not die.
They tickled him gently under the armpit with the knife-point. He leaped aside screaming, only to feel a cold blade drawn lightly over the back of his neck, or a rifle-muzzle rubbing his beard. He called on his adherents to aid him, but most of these lay dead on the plains, for Khoda Dad Khan had been at some pains to arrange their decease. Men described to him the glories of the shrine they would build, and the little children clapping their hands cried, Run, Mullah, run! Theres a man behind you! In the end, when the sport wearied, Khoda Dad Khans brother sent a knife home between his ribs. Wherefore, said Khoda Dad Khan with charming simplicity, I am now Chief of the Khusru Kheyl! No man gainsaid him; and they all went to sleep very stiff and sore.
Kipling, The Head of the District.
This toad needs a visit from Mr. JDAM.
Of course since he is a Moslem, the liberals will bend over backward to excuse and justify this sickening hate speech.
Sad, really sad. I think no right thinking westerner should ever set foot in a muslim land and never spend a tourist dollar in them. Spend your tourist dollars here or in nations that support the USA.
“Send the young ones off to die as martyrs so their sins can be forgiven? Why doesnt he do us all a favor and set the example by blowing himself up first? (Like, out in the middle of an empty parking lot!”
A better place would be at the Kabul, in Mecca on the haj, when they get together at the end of Ramadan to discuss Jihad.
Truthfully, what need need is evangelistic Christians to take up positions in the front lines of the battle, not so much with weapons of this world, but with the Sword of the Spirit. When the Muslim world is worshiping at the feet of Jesus there will be peace. We need to reverse Jihad!
“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 there is the masterpiece lie of Satan. Unfortunately these youth believe the Mullah, they are taught to never question him. They are seeking for Truth and forgiveness of sins, but have no clue where it can be found, and so blow themselves up.
This BASTARD is in need of killing...
Yep
Boycott muslim nations.
islam teaches that the children must die for the parents.
Truly satans religion.
Women and children first
Abu Bakar Bashir
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