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Suicide bombing would work if the attacker can blend into the population. Arabs, Indonesians, Malayans, Iranians, Turks, North Africans, Egyptians and other Muslim nationals standout in the US. They might be able to blend in cosmopolitant areas, but after a few bombings, I can assure you Americans will mass deport them and if we are truly piss off, the Arab world would go the way of the American Indians. That was the last bunch that killed unarmed civilians as part of warfare. Not much of them left, are there?

yes, my personal belief is that mass deportation will be the outcry of the American public ... any in those groups that have access to "hidden" information would be wise to reveal such to the FBI ... in Palestine, Yasser Arafat's thugs kill informers ... here in the USA, their assistance would be appreciated ... and "inside information" is what is crucial to this battle ...

Sadly, I've always thought another terrorist attack was 'necessary' to ignite what should be done. Mass deportation. Once we're hit again, allowing radical islamists to stay won't be tolerated because it limits our freedom. That's a no go.

Too bad others on this planet haven't tasted freedom.

How many attacks will be found to be terrorism. '93 WTC. OK City. How many air crashes? WTC/Pentagon. Snipers?

Once we know for sure, we'll throw their asses out.

"if we are truly piss off, the Arab world would go the way of the American Indians."

My brother sent me this story a while back:

At a small terminal in the Texas Panhandle, three strangers are awaiting their shuttle flight.

One is a Native American passing through from Oklahoma. Another, a local ranch hand on his way to Ft. Worth for a stock show. The third passenger is an Arab student, newly arrived at the Texas oil patch from the Middle East.

To pass the time they strike up a conversation on recent events, and the discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon the Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout Muslim. The conversation falls into an uneasy lull.

The cowpoke leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table, tips his big sweat stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside blows tumbleweeds and the old windsock flaps, but no plane comes.

Finally, the Native American clears his throat and softly, he speaks: "Once my people were many, now we are few."

The Muslim raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"

The Texan shifts the toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet."