Old Mother Goose Versus Al Queda

It is interesting to think that four hundred years ago, street urchins would almost certainly have contrived grim nursery rhymes and sinister games about the September 11th hijackers. The stuffed effigies of Mohammed Atta et al would have become modern Guy Fawkeses in an American equivalent of British bonfire night; Islamo-scarecrows wheeled around in a barrow from Main Street to Jackson Corner by ragged-trousered entrepreneurs prepared to sell their creations for a penny. As it is, we rarely ever mention those murderously inhuman, thoroughly alien individuals responsible for all that destruction and death. It is a great shame that our children's natural bloodthirstyness has been rinsed out of them.

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what if instead of the first little cough from the heroine's mother signalling she will eventually perish after handkerchiefs of blood, the convention called for a lethal meteorite to advance the plot, drilling a torso hole in her calico through which a circle of cow can be seen where she kneels, milking, so that as soon as a character looked to the stars we knew she was doomed? What if in islamic cinema, instead of flu or falling stars, when a character had served his purpose, car bombs would prematurely detonate? Insightful film buffs would groan as soon as he went out to change the oil,..