"I came to know her as a middle aged sociopath woman desperate for love, lonely and isolated"

Absolutely great work by the crew cited at Jawa. We must all be as brave and committed.

Being a sociopath, she was sure to find her true vocatiopn in Islam. Wonder why it took her so long.

http://www.independent.ie/national-news/suspect-in-cartoonist-death-plot-spent-two-weeks-here-2095114.html

'Jihad Jane', the mastermind behind the alleged plot to murder controversial Swedish cartoonist Lars Vilks, spent two weeks in Ireland on a fact-finding mission.

Colleen LaRose, who described herself as 'Jihad Jane' in her YouTube video seeking accomplices to help with her plans, was in the country last September and kept under surveillance by gardai.

During her visit, she was in regular contact with a 49-year-old Algerian, who was the prime suspect of the seven arrested by gardai on Tuesday morning.

She was monitored in the company of the Algerian and his Kansas-born partner in Cork city and in Waterford.

She had flown to Ireland from the Netherlands where she began her trip to Europe after inquiring how she could acquire residency in Sweden.

She was sociopath and she found Naturally the religion of sociopath Killers...as we tell in my country ( Chaque Guenille trouve son Torchon ).

Who was bankrolling this fruitloop? Overseas travel is expensive.

In a previous post of mine, on the same subject, I mentioned that those people who convert to Islam (especially to Islam) has a tendency to revenge, for some reasons, open societies... This news here is not surprise, therefore :-)

It is not that our 'open' called societies has not many reasons to generate such feelings but... of course, the solution to their problems is not the use of violence, in any way. But Islam constitutes a very comforting alibi to the use of such revenging violence... and because of this, is so dangerous.

I have met some times Western people converted to Islam... all of them had a revenging tendency in them, no doubt. They had a hate that was masquaraded under an artifical peacefulness and smiling face.

She was desperate. She dropped out of school at 16. She was picked up for drunk driving. She had some problems with bad checks. The world was just too much for her, too confusing, too everything. She needed a Cause. She needed a Simple Solution of the Universe. She needed something that would justify her sociopathic behavior, even allow her to think of it, and herself, as a noble warrior. Islam was there, ready to fill her every need.

There are other, too many, colleen-laroses. Look at the spoiled-rotten California face of John Walker Lindh. Look at the semi-moronic face of Richard Reid. Look at David Hicks, look at Yvonne Ridley, look, look, look.

I was idly wondering the other day, not about the apostates from Islam, but those who, while they are silent on the subject of what they do, or do not believe, give every sign of being apostates. And that is true even if there is still, somewhere, a little teeny-tiny vestigial desire to defend, in some way, Islam or rather the culture of Islam or rather, in a sense, the memory of their own parents or grandparents who may have been pious.

The three people I had in mind were Fouad Ajami, Kanan Makiya, and Azar Nafisi. All three have said nothing about whethet or not they are Believers. Ajami was pleased to meet, and deeply impressed with, apparently, Al-Sistani, even though he, Ajami, surely knows that Al-Sistani may be splendid by comparison with other ayatollahs, his website still lists "Infidels" as "Hajis" and he still refuses to meet -- will not shake the hands of -- any Infidel. Azar Nafisi has no patience with the Islamic Republic of Iran, and talks of another Iran, that of the 1906 Revolution, but never quite says that Islam itself may be what ails Iran, and that, if you don't do enough to bottle up Islam and work at it constantly, never letting down your guard, it will come back, as it has in Turkey, with a vengeance, or as it did in Iran. Kanan Makiya, now with his sinecure safely arranged (he's got the "Iraq Project" to pay the rent for the rest of his life), who denounced in a book the Arab killing of the Kurds and the total indifference even by those he called "Arab intellectuals" to those killings, appears uneasy when Islam itself is attacked, even though Islam, as a vehicle and promoter of Arab supremacism, helps explain why Arabs feel indifferent to Arab killings of non-Arabs (Kurds, black Africans) or to the cultural and linguistic imperialism of the Arab regimes (see the treatment of the Berbers in North Africa). I saw him once, on a television show, declare that he was a freethinker, but as soon as another guest on that show began to make remarks about Islam that were, in his view, disparaging, he immediately became defensive, and mentioned having fond memories of his pious grandmother.

Now here's my thought, and it brings it back to colleen-larose and company. Try to imagine being at a dinner party with Fouad Ajami, or Azar Nafisi, or Kanan Makiya, and imagine, too, that you have just been introduced as "so-and-so" and then, having been introduced, you sweetly explain that you've "always been interested in Islam and in fact" your study led you "ust last week to say the Shahada and become a Muslim."

What do you think the inscrutable Makiya, Nafisi, Ajami would think, looking at you then? Would they think -- what a splendid fellow, to have made such a choice. Or, what an interesting thing to do, perhaps I have myself been selling Islam short and must look into it again, because outwardly this man (or woman0 seems perfectly sensible. Or do you think they would be thinking this: Good God, a real Western nut case. But outwardly he seems so sensible. I had no idea he was that nutty. I wonder what made him do it. Please, let me out of here. Let me get away from him as fast as possible. It's bad enough when you are born into it, but to actually volunteer, in the free West, to enter into Islam....

Yes, I thought you'd agree that's what they'd all be thinking. And that's what we would wish: for all such people, such "cultural Muslims"who are no longer Muslims at all, to bravely join the others, Ibn Warraq, Wafa Sultan, Ayaan Hirsi Ali, Magdi Allam, Nonie Darwish, and stop playing the game of "don't ask, don't tell" when it comes to what they think of Islam.

It is understandable, but regrettable, that their desire to protect their careers and their families and their own lives stands in the way of their apostasy, if that is their wont.

It is like "coming out", a risky career and family move, and puts the public figure in a box of perspective (let's get that speaker because he belongs to xyz group) instead of just listening to their views on their face.

On the other hand, it signifies that they do not see Islam as ideology, but as religion. Islam as ideology is easily refuted and cast aside by all freedom-loving peoples.

Religion itself, because of its 'cause offering' nature may be easily a shelter to hurt spirits. All those so popular 'end day' waitings hide in themselves a revenging hope, very often. So if there is a violence sanctifying element in them too this revenging thirst may be acted without delay. Islam is a very 'viable' opportunity as to such tendencies' finding an expression.

Beside, it is really very rare to find sane piety, that's to say a religiousness which has been shaped out of a genuine existential questioning. It is not so difficult to imagine what may be in the case the remedy too is hallucinatory...

"...woman desperate for love, lonely and isolated"

Seems that Jihad Jane has been looking for love in all the wrong places ....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byOzCJauEbw

Losers and Islam are made for each other.

Any apostate that doesn't clearly define their position, I will never trust, ever. If they cannot turn around and see clearly where they've been, perhaps they're not really free of the cult yet. I believe once they're truly free of the cult, they will be able to look at the founder and see him for the vile monster that he actually was. Evil personified.

I posted a Personals Ad for someone I've never met -- he lives in far-off Tehran -- at this site in 2005.

It went like this:

Fitzgerald: Personals (From the Tehran Times)

MWMM, financially secure, seeks SW aged 9 to 19, for fun and fourth wifedom, to make my family life complete. Friends tell me I have smoldering come-hither looks, and am incredibly handsome; wives unanimously insist I am Ghassan Massoud look-alike. Piercing brown eyes, nicely-trimmed beard, athletic and fit. Very careful about watching what I eat. South Tehran sincerity, North Tehran income. Widely-travelled (chiefly European capitals, including Vienna and Paris, but also within Middle East) in the past, but really prefer to stay at home with a good book (last book read: Qur’an). Enjoy halal cooking. Wives 1, 2, and 3 have all won pistachio-and-honey pastry bakeoffs. Hobby: haggling for bargains with the bazaaris and haunting old bookshops (last purchase: leather-bound Qur’an with silver metalwork from Meshed). Collect old tapes of Qur’anic recitation, also examples of Qur’anic calligraphy from Qom. Secret dream: being put in charge of redecorating Andalucia as long-term project on popular television series This-Old-Dar-Al-Islam. Outgoing, solid citizen, long-time member of Oversight Council for the Guardians of Virtue. Much-decorated Revolutionary Guard and Basij veteran. Accomplished hands-on former mayor of major metropolitan area, not a thinker but a doer. Proven track record of following through on special projects, from earliest planning stage to final execution.

Unpretentious, good father, history buff (special interest: 7th century Arabia). Solid Mideastern values. Grew up on a farm outside Tehran, like to think I retain that basic rural outlook. Still passionate about most large animals (Ayatollah Khomeini’s “How to Treat Your Barnyard Animals” was favorite bedtime reading during teenage years). Famous for my irreverent humor (jokes about the weather a specialty). Adventurous in spirit, yet thoughtful and quiet in manner, with a truly global approach to the world’s problems. Strong proponent of nuclear program as environmentally-friendly alternative source of power for Iran. Believe that family, tribe, and Umma come before all else. Successful, strongly motivated, never satisfied until all goals completely achieved no matter what the sacrifices.

Hoping to find that special someone of similar background, submissive and quiet, content to be good cook and house-cleaner, happy in her chador, who cannot drive and understands that for women, even more than for men, thinking is greatly overrated.

Pet peeves: sculpture, painting, music, wine, dogs, Infidels.

Marriage first, then possibly getting to know each other, just a little bit, later.

If interested, please send picture (eye-slit only), and contact information (if under the age of 11, please include parents’ contact information) to: Office of the President, Big White Palace With The Gold Leaf Domes and Carpets and Vases and Other Stuff Inside, Islamic Republic of Iran, Tehran, Iran.

[Posted by Hugh on July 7, 2005]

Well, Colleen LaRose may not be a big shot in a palace, with a roof made of gold tumans, in far off Tehran. She may just be an ordinary girl, but don’t ordinary girls have a right to snatch a bit of happiness too? Of course they do. So let’s help her out. How about something a little shorter than the one above, something that gets right to the point and isn’t so much about herself but rather about the man who someday will come along, and he’ll be big and strong, the man I love:

"My friends say I’m a really classy lady, and they're the ones who made me run this ad, I've never done anything like this before. But I want to be brutally honest with you; I'm through with playing those mind-games. Sure, I'm what the papers say. I'm a lonely, desperate sociopath. But nobody's perfect. And I'm tired of looking for love in all the wrong places. The man I want has got to be the Perfect Man. He’s got to be able to tell me what I can do and what I can’t do, about absolutely everything. I’m tired of trying to figure things out for myself. I want a real man who will tell me what to think. I don’t care how old he is, I don’t care if his mind was made up 14 minutes ago, or 14 days ago, or 1400 years ago, as long as his mind is definitely made up. I can't stand shilly-shallying. I can't stand not knowing what to think. I want a man who is dynamic, aggressive, ambitious, ready to conquer the world and sweep me up in his brawny arms at the same time, a primitive man who will take me, take me and make me his slave. Please, Mr. Sandman, I’m so alone, don’t have nobody to call my own, please turn on your magic beam, Mr. Sandman bring me a dream.“