Quotes: Your Terrorists Are Our Freedom Fighters
I'm sick of this discussion because we won't ever reach closure. You think your "freedom fighters" are acting on God's will by killing heathen Westerners. I think our army acting against your insurgents is the only right thing to do because they keep them from killing more people. It's all propaganda anyway.
— Anonymous * message board poster, in a discussion thread about terrorism.
Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold:
His sword and his Snider were bossed with gold.
And the Peacock Banner his henchmen bore
Was stiff with bullion but stiffer with gore.
He shot at the strong and he slashed at the weak.
From the Salween scrub to the Chidwin teak;
He crucified noble, he sacrificed meek:
He filled old ladies with kerosine:
While over the water the papers cried,
"The patriot fights for his countryside."
Why would anyone "want" to be a pirate? Every day I dream that I can go to school. Learn about the world. But my mother, she is dyin' of AIDS, and there is no money for medicine. My father was killed trying to find food for us.
Do you know how I feel every time we try to capture a boat? Scared. And not just scared because I might get killed, but scared because if I don't get something out of it, my family and friends are going to die.
I don't want to be a pirate. I don't see how anybody would.
—A Somali Pirate
, South Park
episode 13x7: FatBeard
The difference between generals and terrorists, doctor, is only the difference between winners and losers. You win, you're called a "general".
"But what are we to make of the fact that the two thieves between whom Christ was nailed have suddenly been transformed into "insurgents"?... When the modern ear hears "insurgents," the mind thinks of Vietcong, mujahedin, contras, Shining Path, Kurds, a half-dozen jumbled and bloody acronyms. What's next? 'And they crucified Him between two freedom fighters....'"
—Christopher Buckley, reviewing the New American Bible
"In two hundred years will people remember us as traitors or heroes? That is the question we must ask."
The sound of angry shouting and fists banging against iron bars rung loudly in her ears, turning the throbbing pain into ringing agony. It had all happened so fast, too fast. Her brothers and sisters had been rallying against the gates, protests falling on deaf ears, shouting for justice, for equality. It had only taken a few angry words, an angry push, a heated insult. "Get back in line you dogs!" From there it had become a ripple, a shocked wave of anger and confusion, spreading. The crowd had moved as one, forming a line of defense, curling into an arc ("protect our own").