<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Buttle&#039;s World]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://buttle.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[clgood]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://buttle.wordpress.com/author/buttle/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Root Causes]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p>Michael Ledeen gets an email that <a href="http://corner.nationalreview.com/post/?q=MzUwMDU3ZDUwNmEyODEwYTVjOGE2NWVhYjIwMThkYWE=">calls a spade a spade</a>.</p>
<blockquote><p>The real question remains &ldquo;Why at all?&rdquo; and the status of these would-be murderers as privileged post-graduates debunks the usual Lefty nostrums about terrorism arising inexorably from the poverty, oppression and &ldquo;disenfranchisement&rdquo; of the globe&rsquo;s Darwinian short-bus. The answer lies more plainly in a memorable line of a memorable character. In 1971&rsquo;s &ldquo;Dirty Harry&rdquo; the city of San Francisco is being terrorized by the rampant Scorpio serial killer. Clint Eastwood is in classic formulaic dialogue with the big shots down at City Hall who <em>just don&#39;t understand </em>what they&rsquo;re dealing with. Eastwood says &ldquo;You&#39;re crazy if you think you&#39;ve heard the last of this guy. He&#39;s gonna kill again&rdquo; and the archetypal skeptical D.A. character responds &ldquo;How do you know?&rdquo; (A little imagination here to invoke the Eastwood signature voice enhances the flavor of the closing fastball). &ldquo;Because he likes it&rdquo; answers Dirty Harry. </p></blockquote>
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