I grieve for the family of Eugene Armstrong. I hope they have the strength to endure, in spite of the violence of his passing. The video is wrenching. Moreso than the previous videos because it is obvious he is alive, and he is sobbing. He is completely aware that he is about to die. The beheading itself is especially gruesome, and I won’t go into detail about it.
I am completely enraged. You Islamo-fascists have done it again and it infuriates me. There are not words to accurately describe what I feel and what I desire, so instead I choose something rather unconventional: I choose to curse you. I choose to curse you in the old-fashioned Middle-Eastern sense of the word; a method you can and do understand.
I curse you and wish that when you eventually die (as we all must), that you perish in a vat of pig’s blood, by the hand of an “infidel,” and that when they bury you, that you are buried face-down in an unmarked ditch. I heap upon you the curse of Jezebel; that dogs would devour your bones and your blood, leaving only your hands and feet - for your hands and feet are accursed. They are the tools of your depravity. I curse your descendants, your line and your heirs, that they would meet the same fate as you and that your family name would cease to exist from the face of the earth. I heap upon you a curse of Yahweh, for you are usurpers; descendants of the illegitimate son of a tent-maid with no promise other than that you would become a great nation. You feign peace, but actually intend submission; you have indeed become a great nation in number, but your end comes quickly. The hand of Jehovah has been stayed against you because of your father, Abraham, but the hand will be stayed no longer. The full measure of the original blessing has been fulfilled; it is time to reap the curse.
I curse your land and your holdings; may they be scattered to the winds and delivered into the hands of “infidels” and Jews, for they deserve the blessing and you do not. Your current power is but a vapor; it will vanish as smoke on a windy day. Your wealth is an illusion and will be taken from you before your eyes, and you will witness its dispersion to those you deem unworthy and you will despair.
I curse your religion and I curse your god, for Allah is not Yahweh. Your father, Ishmael, knew Yahweh, but you have turned from him to worship a false prophet and an illegitimate god. Realize this day that because of your ways, because of your deceptions, because of your illegitimacy, that you will burn in the fires of sheol, where no water can quench your thirst and no salve can soothe your flesh. There is no redemption of you that can be made; no restitution can be had on your behalf in the name of your religion. You will come to find your religion hollow, powerless, meaningless. It will haunt you and you will hunger, but you will not be filled.
Those who are blessed, are blessed, and those who are cursed, are cursed. You are accursed, and will remain so. You will not be redeemed, and you will not find favor of either men or gods. Yahweh has turned his back on you, and Allah cannot save you. Your end comes, and it comes quickly; prepare yourself as best you may, but there will be no consolation, no personal peace. The world will know and see you for who you are, their eyes will be opened and you will have no place to hide, no refuge, no comfort. Those you thought were your allies will turn on you. You will say, “Friend,” and they will reply, “I do not know you.” You will be pursued by those you fear and by those you once trusted. They will be given power over you and your lineage from now until the end.
May your end be swift, merciless, and judgment true.
So be it.