We probably shouldn't waste time wondering what suicide bombers want to make them stop. They aren't driven by wanting more food or better education or more blue jeans or Wal-Mart in or out of their country or whatever. Let's face it, what really consumes these bullies is a passion to be awarded a whole bunch of virgins after their [triumphant - not] death. But by the way, once they've "had" the virgins, since the sloe-eyed lovelies won't be virgins any more, what happens then? The point is, these people are nuts. Dangerous, to be sure, and interesting like The Blob From Outer Space and the proverbial cockroach held down by a scientist's pin, but nuts.
And I have a suggestion - from now on, let's just call them bullies, every time we talk about them in any way at all. If we remove the caché (to them) of the word "terrorist", it might deflate the size and awesomeness of the deeds and leave them out there as just plain mean and rotten.
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