Sometimes war is heinous and wrong. Other times it's effective population control and gene-pool cleansing. The war on Terrorism is the latter.
Sometimes I wonder if the lives lost in the service to ending terrorism is worth it. Then I gain enlightened perspective and realize that every zealot killed by M4-fire, a Barret .50BMG slug, or premature detonation with no casualties, is one step towards a brighter future and ensured survival of the human race.
There's nothing stopping the radicals and terrorists from using a nuke should they acquire one, but thankfully there are very few, if any, scientists who willingly work with terrorists. Terrorists much prefer explosives they can strap right to themselves to get their 72 virgins.
But who ARE their 72 virgins? And wouldn't a man more enjoy 72 broads who know what they're doing, rather than 72 noobs that they have to train from scratch?
Their 72 virgins are probably overweight cheeto-crusted World of Warcraft nerds who only talk about their level 80 paladin or something.
And yes, I used a bastardized Jeff Dunham joke. So sue me.
*impales a passing war droid on my quad-blade double-ended lightsaber (two emitters are perpendicular to the staff and the blades are slightly curved like a scythe, it has a handle that is perpendicular to the staff that forms a right angle with the scythe-blades, and normal-length saber blades at the top and bottom that can be semi-detached via a cortosis-weaved cable for force-throw capabilities), and shreds the rest around me with ease with a spinning sweep*
*The imperials come to arrest me*
Umm, not my fault. Somebody put those robots in my way.