Boston wasn't the straw that broke the camel's back. That camel's back has been broken for years, made to walk with a limp shouldering his humps across the sands his fellows are hiding their heads in, taking little comfort in the trickles of the water of uncommon sense one may eke out at the occasional oases that dot a wasteland replenished by the banks of De Nile riddled with the caravanserais of hijra-bound Mohammedan immigrants hell-bent on their epochal desideratum to infiltrate, occupy and conquer by various means -- from mere but massive demographic aggrandizement; to slyly deceptive propaganda and protestations of peaceful intentions; to the slow and steady stillicide of terror attacks -- from Manhattan to Moscow to Madrid, from Amman to Amsterdam, from Lebanon to London, from Beslan to Boston -- calculated over a long time to wear down the fiber of an otherwise superior enemy.
The definition for the French word ennui includes:"annoyance, trouble, boredom, tedium, depression, gloom". Hence my contribution: Islamonnui.
That's how I feel after Boston. It frankly has less to do with Islam than it does with my society's persisting myopia to the danger of Islam. A careful reading of Jihad Watch reports and Debbie Schlussel's blog this past week documenting the response in the mainstream news media, in politics, among intelligence and police spokesmen, and among other cultural pundits and analysts throughout the West reveals -- once again, for the umpteenth time -- a Body Politic whose mind suffers from a mass neurosis taking on the dimensions, and effects, of a mass psychosis. Once I was angry, even infuriated by this. Now I'm exhausted with ennui.
I cannot calculate how far I am, in spirit, from the solemnly appalled feeling that the West -- this kind of West that madly avoids the Camel in the Room even while that beast of the desert is waging violent war against us -- no longer deserves to be defended; that in fact it deserves to be destroyed, and let the Mohammedans have us. But now after Boston, viscerally sickened past Islamonausea into an advanced state of Islamonnui, I can sense the distance there closing.