Yeah, but look on the BRIGHT side here, John!

The chances of THAT guy bein' enticed to strap on some explosive device, walk into some public area and detonate it WITH the promise that 72 virgins are waitin' for him in The Hereafter, are pretty much nil I'd say!!!



Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)