Rabbi Sol Solomon’s Rabbinical Reflection #064 (4/21/13) – The Brothers Tsarnaev and the “M” Word

Aired April 20, 2013 on Dave’s Gone By.  Youtube clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPaOUN4N1Io

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Shalom Dammit!  This is Rabbi Sol Solomon with a Rabbinical Reflection for the week of April 21st, 2013.

 What a sad and tragic week it has been. As we all know, the guy who played Lumpy on "Leave it to Beaver" has died.  But beyond that, welcome to the new world order of bombs to the left of us, bombs to the right of us.

 Following the events of the Boston Marracre, everyone's wringing their hands and their tallises, going "what a sick world this is," "violence is taking over."  I’m not disagreeing that there are meshuggenah murderers in society, but ask anyone in Europe from the 60s and 70s, what it was like with the Basque Separatists and the IRA and the SLA and the NRBQ – you couldn’t walk by a mailbox for fear of the thing exploding.  And, of course, Israel has lived for decades with bombs going off in restaurants and missiles flying in, special delivery, from their neighbors.  I dare say, it is almost surprising we haven’t had more terrorist acts in recent times, which is a credit both to vigilant police work and the high price of pressure cookers as Walmart.

 It is true that in this age of free information, you can find terrorist cookbooks all over the internet.  Take a stick of dynamite, unsalted, add four tablespoons of rusty nails, sprinkle with fertilizer, set timer to 3 minutes, walk away.  Serves 180.  Caution: served very hot.

 Should this kind of information be widely available?  Hard to say.  You can go on the web, look up how to build and wire a desk lamp, then take the lamp and bash your husband over the head.  You can’t necessarily blame the messenger.  Then again, all too often, the messenger is Al Qaeda, and unlike a lamp, you can’t use a pipe bomb to read by. 

 Watching the events in Boston, how careful we all were, all week long, not to use the M word.  Not to blame the religion of peace.  When the New York Post all but hanged two Saudi nationals who turned out to be 100% innocent, the paper was pilloried, and rightly so.  Days later, we find out that the real perpetrators were originally from Russia.  Okay, not Iran.  Not Pakistan.  Reserve the judgment.  And they’d been in this country since they were-pre-teens.  Bodybuilding, boxing, partying, lying to their relatives – typical American college doofuses. 

But over the past two years, the brothers had a religious experience, and discovered what?  Judaism, no.  Sufism, no.  Zoroastrianism?  I don’t even know what the hell that is.  No, they chose Islam.  Surprise!

 We tried, didn’t we folks?  We made our best efforts not to blame the Arabs, not to pin the tail on the Muslims.  We should’ve known better.  Mohammedian madness strikes again.  What is it about that fakakteh religion?  What do these people put in their goat stew that turns young men into homicidal maniacs?  Maybe we’ll find out soon from this wounded younger brother; maybe we won’t find out until some fellow prisoner at Sing Sing rapes it out of him.

 Really, the best news about both of these animals being caught is that they had not taken credit for the marathon bombs.  Usually, the Talibastards are jumping up and down and can’t wait to say, “We did it Western pigs.  God is Great; carnage is greater.”  But these Chechen chuckleheads merely strolled away.  That is undoubtedly because they planned more damage to do; a couple o’ dead joggers was just a trial run.  The FBI and the Boston police had to get these guys, and they did, for which America owes them tremendous thanks.

 But it’s just a matter of time before the next brainwashed kids, or terror cell, or sand-covered douchebag on a prayer mat tries again.  Come to think of it, there’s nothing all that dangerous about a bomb-making cookbook written by some half-brained chemistry student.  The hazardous book was written 1400 years ago by a bunch of quarter-brained Caliphates in Persia.  It’s brutal, it’s destructive, and it fits all too easily in a knapsack.

 This has been a Rabbinical Reflection from Rabbi Sol Solomon, Temple Sons of Bitches in Great Neck, New York.

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