Al-Jazeera and the other Arab satellite TV channels have grown bored of al-Qaeda videos, just like Bokharan emirs of old whose palates were jaded by endless circles of
Turkoman dancing boys. I can't blame them.
Grainy pictures of
mad old men wagging their fingers and complaining about who owns Cadiz, interspersed with burning American tanks and
Heads Off at the Herat Palladium, are hardly likely to improve their ratings when they're up against the
Pouting Lovelies of Lebanon's LBC TV.
This leaves our intelligence agencies scrambling over copies of Tritton's Teach Yourself Arabic to find a video tape that doesn't have precious Dad's Army episodes on it to record and pore over the latest bad hat rants on the
Al-Jibrish website or what have you.
This takes up enormous amounts of time, tape and bandwidth that could be better devoted to the louche activities that Osama and his crypto-Calvinist chums disapprove of, thereby reducing the net amount of
Western depravity in the world. In other words, we're doing their work for them.
The answer is to
fight back using the same weapons.
Rather than issue statements condemning jihadis for their various acts of mayhem, or analysing their latest outpourings on
Newsnight, our democratic governments should respond solely by means of video clips on Western-friendly, password-protected websites.
In order to find out what Zionist Crusader schemes we have up our wizards' sleeves, Zawahiri and that
ghoulish American bloke they like will have to register with, and log on to,
GummiKnabe.de, Madame Minh's House of Cracks, Modern Drunkard's membership page and various
Jackie Mason fansites.
In these posts they would find practical displays of
secular slacking, the most powerful weapon in our anti-jihad armoury. They would spend hours analysing drinking patterns, pocket billiards and ill-informed sports comments for hints as to our blasphemous intent:
Ghoul: We have the latest tape from the English Brownite dogs, O Sheikh, as posted on WeLoveLindsayLohan.com!
Zawahiri: Render it unto the VCR, O brother mujahed, that we might get a better look at it. (tape rolls) What are they saying, Al-Ghoul?
Ghoul: Our British analysts say that it looks like a tavern called The Amir of Wales, in the Caversham settlement of Barq-Shir Province, England. The content is an extended commentary on a game of football between The Arsenal, as is the beloved of our Sheikh Osama, and the Quds-occupying team of Tottenham Hotspur, which is also known as The Spurs. This would place it sometime in the last month.
Zawahiri: And who is the one who is speaking?
Ghoul: The main speaker, judging by the tattoos and bite marks, is the one they call Neckless Steve. The research department says that he is particularly uninterested in matters of ijtihad. The local dialect is as impenetrable as Maghrebi, but he appears to be debating with an unseen interlocutor, possibly his murid "Whack", the virtues of buying two "pints" - a total of nearly 1.7 litres - of a liquid described as "largah" at a time given that, and I quote, "the bar is chocka with tossers".
Zawahiri: Alarming. And what of this Whack? What is his ruling in the matter?
Ghoul: Ya ustadh, Whack has countered with a proposal that the majlis should reconvene at the Clifton - this is a bridge near the port city of Bristol - as his "dog needs a wazz".
Zawahiri: Is this a coded threat against the strugglers of Al-Anbar?
Ghoul: That is not clear, but we have our best men working on it, O Luminous One.The hours would fly by.
