The Ismail Axpress to Mecca has long since left the station. The tracks have been sold as scrap metal. All that’s left of the attempt to pin the Virgina Tech massacre on Muslims? A lonely tumbleweed bouncing down the dusty and forgotten Road to Paranoia, past the boarded-up Ticket Booth of Jumped-to Conclusions, through the rusty Turnstile of Strangled, Tweaking Desperation.
Yes … in a move that surprises even us, Pammycakes is STILL trying to play the ‘Ismail Ax’ angle.
An image that Pam actually posted on her blog. On Wednesday. Whereas today is Friday. That says ‘A. Ishmael’, not ‘Ismail Ax’. That she posted on her blog. Again – not ‘Ismail Ax’ but rather ‘A. Ishmael’, posted on her blog, etc. etc. Wednesday, Friday, her own blog.
Anyway. Here’s Pam today, Friday, two days after ‘Ismail Ax’ and attendant theories were debunked:
I know everyone is dismissing the glaring Ismail Ax angle of the massacre and calling the depraved murderer Cho, but it seems to me that if this savage wrote (or tattooed, still unclear) Ismail Ax on his arm, signed his suicide note Ismail Ax , sent an overnight package from A Ishmail, made sure he had no other ID on his person after he martyred himself , you can be damn sure he wanted to be remembered as Ismail Ax.
Or alternately, A. Ishmael. Which, again, has pretty much been accepted by even the wingnuttiest of the wingnuts (in the Costco Coulter’s case, by omission).
Also, when you read the line “I know everyone is dismissing the glaring Ismail Ax angle of the massacre and calling the depraved murderer Cho” …? Can you feel a trace of a contact high from the breakaway flakes of meth-rotted fingernail crud grinding into Pam’s keyboard as she types, that somehow travels through the internets and in through the pores of your eyes?
Or is that just me?