And I’m not talking about the picture.
I’m talking about the mind.
Seeing this pathetic creature, I felt little doubt that a lifetime of being beaten to a heavily hijabbed pulp probably helped tremendously when it came to strapping on the old explodey goodies.
But what was it that short-circuited this woman’s brain when she walked into the middle of a wedding celebration and pushed her little red button? In the middle of a wedding celebration packed with fellow Muslims? A happy time? Candidates for a high-velocity dose of metal and mayhem? Why?
Actually, I lie. I don’t want to understand what drove this woman, or her dead husband, to do what they did.
I want absolutely nothing to do with them or their mindset – not ever.
Bring on the quarantine.