Although I think Al-Queda may be a bit more organized than Epsilon suggests, he's also right about one thing -- every half-wit with a rusty rifle who takes a potshot at a Westerner declares himself to be part of Al-Queda, regardless of whether the local cell leader has heard of him or not. It's like suburban kids claiming to be Crips or Bloods without ever getting out farther than the mall.
Not that this doesn't serve Al-Queda's interests, of course. Like Anonymous, the image of being omnipresent helps them immensely.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Not that this doesn't serve Al-Queda's interests, of course. Like Anonymous, the image of being omnipresent helps them immensely.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.