Posted on 04/17/2007 8:55:01 AM PDT by 3AngelaD
BLACKSBURG, Va. -- The suspected gunman in the Virginia Tech shooting rampage, Cho Seung-Hui, was a troubled 23-year-old senior from South Korea who investigators believe left an invective-filled note in his dorm room, sources say.
The note included a rambling list of grievances and ended with the words "Ismail Ax" in red ink on the inside of one of his arms.
(Excerpt) Read more at chicagotribune.com ...
So NOW he IS a student. Yes, he was NOT a student before he WAS a student. He was CHINESE before he was KOREAN. So it naturally follows that the poor boy was TROUBLED. But remember, this was NOT a terrorist act!
but is it not wrong to profile people taking prozac-esque drugs mixed with guns? /sarc
Exactly. He had the ammo, mags, chains, and gear all ready before the first shooting. He didn't have enough time to get the stuff and get back to campus. The earlier shooting might have been the fuse that lit the bomb.
More meat for the Islamophobes.
-And there have been Muslims around long before Prozac...
“... What drove them to it?”
-Islam?
The explanation is that they found a cell phone near Cho's body that belonged to Chinese exchange student, and went down the wrong path for a while.
Heh! They couldn’t spell coherent.
I don’t know if one can truly say definitively that the Arab race descends from Ishmael or not, I have read some things which do not back that idea up. However, I do agree with you about the hatred muslims harbor for the Jewish people. They hate the fact that they were “chosen” by God to bring about the salvation of the world. They also hate us Christians, because we believe that salvation is from the Jews. It’s something they cannot accept
Hey you two have the same last name!
>What two things do most mass murderers have in common?
Answer: a firearm and PROZAC.<
Gee, do you suppose Jihad is on PROZAC? We don’t have to fight them. We just have to cancel their prescriptions!
“There’s no muslim presence in Korea.”
“Incorrect.
It ain’t huge, but it ain’t NO presence.”
The nutjob has lived in the US for a long time. He lived close enough to N.Va to be exposed to alot of muslims as well as being exposed to the PC take that Islam is a ROP.
I ran ‘Ismail Ax’ through an anagram generator and got:
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Maybe of interest —> you can re arrange the letters ISMAIL AX to be ISLAM with XAI left over.
A professor murdered in VA Tech, I believe, was an Israeli.
This thread has several theories about your question on the prior thread you posted.
“Rebbe, what is this that you are painting here above the bimah? It looks like the Dome that the Children of Ishmael, the ones they call Muslims, have built above the rock where Abraham bound Isaac.
“The giant golden Dome that they have built where stood the Holy Temple. I have just come from Jerusalem... It looks...” He stopped.
The Rebbe’s eyes turned inward. “You know,” he said, “Here in Tz’fat we can see and see and see... so far! And I have seen...” he said, and paused. “I have seen...” he said and paused again.
“Looking and seeing, they can be so strange. For example — our sages teach us that when Messiah comes, he will rebuild the Holy Temple in the twinkling of an eye. But often have I wondered: How can this be? Messiah will be extraordinary, yet still a human being merely...
“But now! I have seen... Well, let me tell you: At the foot of the Western Wall, the Wall where God’s Own Presence weeps and hides in exile, I have seen hundreds of thousands of Jews gathered, singing.
“Messiah has come! — and they are singing, dancing, as the Great Day dawns. Women, men, together — I could not believe it! The crowds were so thick I was not even sure whether Messiah was a wo... “ — he glanced apologetically at his Hassid — “whether Messiah... well, forget it.
“I can see from the sun, the scorching heat, it is a late afternoon in hottest summer. Yet the crowd are wearing t’fillin. So I can see that it is Tisha B’Av, the day of mourning for our beloved Temple. But there are no signs of mourning — except perhaps the way, the wistful way, Messiah reaches out to touch the Wall, to tuck one last scrawled scrap of prayerful paper between the great carved stones.
“I see Messiah speak a sentence to the crowds. I cannot hear the words, but I can see that from this voice there stirs a river — as if his words, like Moses’ staff, have drawn forth water from the ancient stones of the Wall. I see a stream of Jews flow up the stairway that rises to the Temple Mount.
“The river of people pauses on the steps. They cluster ‘round a wrinkled, tattered piece of paper, posted above the stairway. I see it is signed by the rabbis of that day. It warns all Jews to go no further, lest by accident they walk — God forbid! — into the space set aside as the Holy of Holies.
“Messiah reads. And laughs. And tears the sign to shreds. The stream of people shudders — higher, higher.
“The crowd cascades from the stairway onto the great stone pavement of the Temple Mount. Their singing turns to the thunder of a great waterfall. They look toward the other end of the Mount — toward the great golden Dome — the Dome that covers the Rock where Abraham bound his son for sacrifice.
“Surrounding the Dome are thousands of these children of Ishmael, these Muslims. They are not singing. They are shouting, furious, stubborn. ‘Not here!’ they shout in unison, ‘Not here!’
“’You will not tear down our Holy Mosque to build your Jewish Temple!’
“But I can hear the crowd of Jews — muttering, whispering, ‘Right there, yes! — That is the place... No doubt, no doubt, the ancient studies tell us that it is the place.’
“Messiah is quiet. The sea of Jews falls to a murmuring, falls silent. They turn to watch. Messiah looks, gazes, embraces with fond eyes the Holy Space. Messiah’s eyes move across the Dome, its golden glow, the greens and blues and ivories of the walls beneath it.
“I hear a whisper from Messiah’s lips: ‘So beautiful!’
“The Muslims too are silent now. The stillness here, the stillness there — so total that they split the Holy Mount in two.
“Messiah raises one arm, slowly, slowly. The Muslims tense, lift knives and clubs and shake them in the stillness. The Jews tense, ready to leap forward with their picks and shovels.
“Messiah points straight at the Dome.
“The peoples vibrate: two separate phantom ram’s horns in the silent air, wailing forth a silent sob to Heaven.
“Messiah speaks quietly into the utter quiet:
“’This green, this blue, this gold, this Dome — This is the Holy Temple!’
“I blink.
“For seconds, minutes, there is not a sound.
“Then I hear a Muslim shout, see him raise a knife: ‘No! No! You will not steal our Holy Mosque to make your Jewish Temple!’
“He throws the knife. It falls far short. No one stirs. The other Muslims turn to look at him. They look with steadfast eyes: no joy, no anger. They just keep looking. He wilts into the crowd; I can no longer see what he is doing.
“Messiah steps forward, one step. Everyone, Jew and Muslim. breathes a breath. One Jew calls out: ‘You must not do this. You must not use their dirty place to be our Holy Temple. Tear it down! — We need our own, the Prophets teach how wide and tall it is to be. It is not this thing of theirs, this thing of curves and circles.’
“He takes a step toward Messiah, lifts an ax to brandish it.
“The man beside him reaches out a hand and takes the ax. Just takes it. There is a murmur, but the murmur dies. The man holds the ax level in both hands, walks out with it into the no-man’s-land between the crowds. He lays it on the pavement, backs away.
“There is another time of quiet. Two Muslims reach out from the crowd, toss their knives to land next to the ax. The pause is shorter this time. Then on every side weapons come flying through the air to land beside the ax, beside the knives. There is a pile. Someone walks forward, lights a fire. The pile begins to burn. The flames reach up and up and up — to Heaven.
“So I have seen,” the Rebbe said, “Messiah build the Temple in the twinkling of an eye. And that is why I am painting this Dome upon our ceiling.”
The visitor took breath again. “And why?” he said. “Why would Messiah do this dreadful thing?”
The Rebbe put his arm around his Hassid’s shoulder.
“You still don’t see?” he said. “Even here in Safed, you still don’t see?
“I think Messiah had four reasons:
“First for the sake of Abraham’s two families.
“Second for the sake of the spirals in the Dome.
“Third for the sake of the Rock beneath the Dome.
“And fourth for the sake of the twinkling of an eye.”
“And Rebbe — why did the people burn their weapons?”
“For the sake of the burnt offering. It is written that when the Temple is rebuilt, there must be burnt offerings. And it is also written, ‘Choose!’
“Choose what? Choose what to burn:
“Each other, and the Temple, yet again?
“Or — the things we use to burn each other with.”
“So ...” said the Hassid, “... dear Rebbe — you are saying that the Dome — it really is our Temple?
“Forgive me, Rebbe, but I wonder whether the Temple may be the empty space. The empty space where the offering went up in flames to Heaven.
“The empty space between them, where they burned the weapons — perhaps that is the Temple?
“Ours and theirs?”
The Rebbe turned, astonished, to gaze more deeply into the Hassid’s eyes. “I see!” said the Rebbe.
And then together, each with an arm around the other’s shoulder, together they walked to where their eyes could look:
Far, far beyond the hills, much farther than the Sea of Galilee.
http://www.shalomctr.org/comment/reply/309
Why, is that somehow odd?
vox0113
That is correct, he was also a Holocaust survivor. Would be interesting to know when in the spree he was killed.
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