Here he is, at his bizarre summit on Random Extremism That Absolutely Has Nothing To Do With Islam, lecturing the old geezers in the Middle East, as if they were simply typical uncool parents who couldn’t compete against the exciting lifestyle offered by their children’s peers:
President Barack Obama has warned that Muslim community leaders are in danger of losing the propaganda war with the Islamic State in Iraq and the Levant (Isil) and are often too “boring” to prevent their young people from getting radicalised.So it’s all about doing cool stuff, is it, Barry? Being a merchant or pursuing a career in medicine or farming or serving as an officer in the regular Army or designing a water-treatment plant or teaching school or even becoming a non-sanguinary imam– it’s all just so lame compared to chopping off people’s heads or burning them alive in cages. How you gonna keep them down on the farm after they’ve experienced the thrill of pillaging, raping and murdering their way across the Levant? Indeed, how does one…connect with these high-spirited youngsters? And – Gawrsh! Hate to have to point it out – not all of the ISIL militants are simply dusky James Deans, trying to find themselves in the midst of their parents’ sterile, bourgeois world; their leader, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, is a not-all-that-youthful 43, and many of the self-appointed Allah-botherers who have incited the rise in violence throughout the Middle East, Africa and Europe are quite literally gray-beards.
“By the way, [to] the older people here - as wise and respected as you may be - your stuff is often boring,” he told a White House summit on combatting the rise of extremism, “compared to what they're doing. You're not connected. And as a consequence, you are not connecting.”
Permit me to think outside of the box for a moment and suggest that the best way to “connect” with these bloodthirsty fanatics is with bombs and bullets. Connect hard enough, and frequently enough, and we might just hasten a return to the “boring” occupations of their elders by these wayward specimens of flaming youth – er, and their graying colleagues.