I've noticed that some people on this site have the same theology as al-Shabab. As a man of some advanced years I wish to know why little young things like @Cognitivedissonance and @TSP chum around with a lot of ugly unshaven Neanderthals at the Sword of the Kafir Slayer masjid from whose mouth stupidity radiates like heat from the sun. I think I've nailed it: Teen rebellion.
Part of the allure I think is that young men want to kick down the doors of orthodoxy and turf out the grey hairs so they can remake the world anew. In the spring of my youth before I had my hip operation, long before time was invented or anyone knew what it was good for, my Somali generation ran to wild misadventures too, but ours took the form of experimenting with psychedelics, letting no beauty go unkissed, and putting our manhood where the clerics told us not to
The young have been inclined to revolt in this fashion since the first advanced gorilla put on a turban, lifted his buttocks majestically to the sky and scraped his head on the floor. It's in the blood. My generation, chafing under the witless prohibitions of the old timers, went crusading after the bright neon lights of the city and did things about which no lady should hear.
I think I even sired a kid or two out of wedlock, but I can't say anymore because you kids might identify me as your father and sue me for child support.
But the point is that our rebellious phase struck a life affirming pose. We strove to end the evils of the world, the pointless wars, the social inequality, the clannism, the sexism, the towelheadism. Our motto was: Repent not when thy semen gushes!
The young wadaads see us as the new secular orthodoxy and for them rebellion means defying what our Somalia stood for - liberalism, tolerance, openness. But in all the youthful sweatings and strivings of the Shabab groupies I discern no zest for life, no hint of joy, no glimmer of trying to build a better world, nothing but chasing old grannies off the beach for baring a little skin and keeping the boys away from the pretty girls so they can turn gay and generally making a nuisance of themselves.
I know it's just a rebellious phase and that in the forward march of time you kids will find a more suitable outlet for your hormonal drives, but can't you just mount a prossie?
Part of the allure I think is that young men want to kick down the doors of orthodoxy and turf out the grey hairs so they can remake the world anew. In the spring of my youth before I had my hip operation, long before time was invented or anyone knew what it was good for, my Somali generation ran to wild misadventures too, but ours took the form of experimenting with psychedelics, letting no beauty go unkissed, and putting our manhood where the clerics told us not to
The young have been inclined to revolt in this fashion since the first advanced gorilla put on a turban, lifted his buttocks majestically to the sky and scraped his head on the floor. It's in the blood. My generation, chafing under the witless prohibitions of the old timers, went crusading after the bright neon lights of the city and did things about which no lady should hear.
I think I even sired a kid or two out of wedlock, but I can't say anymore because you kids might identify me as your father and sue me for child support.
But the point is that our rebellious phase struck a life affirming pose. We strove to end the evils of the world, the pointless wars, the social inequality, the clannism, the sexism, the towelheadism. Our motto was: Repent not when thy semen gushes!
The young wadaads see us as the new secular orthodoxy and for them rebellion means defying what our Somalia stood for - liberalism, tolerance, openness. But in all the youthful sweatings and strivings of the Shabab groupies I discern no zest for life, no hint of joy, no glimmer of trying to build a better world, nothing but chasing old grannies off the beach for baring a little skin and keeping the boys away from the pretty girls so they can turn gay and generally making a nuisance of themselves.
I know it's just a rebellious phase and that in the forward march of time you kids will find a more suitable outlet for your hormonal drives, but can't you just mount a prossie?