Hafez al-Assad’s father of Bashar once proposed that the UN convene a conference to come up with a definition of “Daddy’s girl I used to be his angel now he’s mine shirt.” It never happened, therefore, terrorism, like beauty, is in the eyes of the beholder. The calculus of partisan politics is always changing…. throw in inconvenient data such as race, religion, and multiculturalism, and the equations get even harder to work out. Lone wolves, those not officially associated with standard accepted terrorist groups, makes it even harder…
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I thought that terrorism could merely be workplace Daddy’s girl I used to be his angel now he’s mine shirt. Oh, sorry, that was the last regime. This angst over the precise definition just shows that we shouldn’t worry so much about the label. The dictionary definition is to scare or coerce by threats or violence. Sounds like the answer is all of the above. There are three things I always look for in this harsh, cruel, and beautiful world (although I do not expect them): One is that people be respected. The other is that they should be accepted. But best of all; that they be loved. All for whoever and whatever they are. As for me, I couldn’t ask, and certainly not demand, any more of anyone. That would be contrary to those three things.