I Taunt You

On that purported Al Qaeda tape that the Mad Hibernian links to below, I thought there were two interesting things:
1. The Islamists accusing the French of “Crusader envy.” So much for the superiority of the French approach to the “simplistic” and “arrogant” American tack in getting a break from these nutballs.
2. There was something rather pathetic in the efforts to taunt Bush:

“Bush, fortify your targets, tighten your defense, intensify your security measures,” the tape recording warned, “because the fighting Islamic community � which sent you New York and Washington battalions � has decided to send you one battalion after the other, carrying death and seeking heaven.”

Sure, they could pull something off at any time . . . but until they do, this stuff sounds like bluster that wouldn’t be necessary if their operations weren’t severely crimped. Or, put another way:

I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. . . now go away before I taunt you a second time.