Boing-Boing: Crotch-bomber psyche laid bare in messageboard archives

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This is pretty intense. It is a reminder to myself to love love love mean people, especially people who are mean to me when I open up. The alternative is to descend slowly into a sick world where suiciding myself along with killing innocents seems like a good idea.

God, help me to love mean people better. God bless those who don't demand everyone be nice to them.

Why don't these guys kill themselves quietly? Oh well, at least the most damage he did was burning his own crotch. Although there are rumblings to bomb Yemen.

http://www.upi.com/Top_News/Special/2009/12/28/After-bomb-plot-Yemen-in-US-cross-hairs/UPI-17621262025750/

Christ, way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. A guy burns up his own crotch, and my tax dollars go to bomb 1000 Yemenis to create 100000 motivated terrorists.

From the usually worthless Boing-Boing:

Boing-Boing: Pantsbomber psyche laid bare in messageboard archives (spoiler: he used sad-face emoticons): "Now that we've gazed inside what is purported to be Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab's explosives-laden underwear, let's look inside his mind, by way of an archive of postings he made to the Islamic discussion website gawaher.com.
Would the prophet Muhammad have played soccer, were he alive today? Is it okay to eat meals with my parents, even though they're unclean? All this and more he asked, and we know this because Wired Danger Room dug up a slew of links.
The following post credited to 'Farouk1986' is to me the most chilling of all, because it is the most human. As was the response that followed, from another guy on the forum who'd been to the same emotional place [insulting insipid banter removed]

Basically, the problem I'm having is that I've been having extreme loneliness...for many years. I don't really know what to do because I'm not the type who likes to go out much, and I'm just shy and quiet. Even on the internet, I don't feel comfortable posting much because it exposes myself. Sometimes people are so mean.
So I'm trying to figure out what to do. I just wish I had someone to give me attention and stuff. I wish I had someone who would be there to listen to me, and always be nice to me. It really hurts to have someone neglect me or be mean. Unfortunately, a weakness of mine is that I'm sensitive, but I think I became more sensitive after something bad happened some years ago.

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I wish I had at least one nice person to talk to, maybe over e-mail or Messenger. Of course, if I could find someone to marry, then Insha'Allah I would have someone in real life to give me all the attention and affection I wanted. So far, the families we've met aren't interested in me, though.

Loneliness (Farouk1986, on gawaher.com)

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Hell is a great place to make friends, see you in Hell!

If you are like me, you are going to hell. To burn for eternity. Might as well make the most of the social opportunity, to network and meet and greet as the devils burn your feet complete.

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I have sinus pain behind my right eyeball, and above my nose, so I am in a fairly wicked mood right now. My social anxiety makes any group of people very stressful, sometimes. So I don't feel competent to straightforwardly answer this Plinky prompt. Any time spent around people in a group, and no matter how well it goes, I really need a lie down afterwards, to recharge by my lonesome.

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I was just joking about hell. I don't wish anyone to go there. I am not conventionally religious, so all I can do is ask you to do is follow your heart. If I ended up in hell, I guess I would be pretty surprised. If I ended up in heaven I would be pretty surprised. The people who spend the most time talking about hell are very negatively judgmental about people who I like and admire, so in that regard I may have an easier time socializing while I am burning in hell. If I was in heaven with Southern Baptists, that would make it worse for the Southern Baptists, so I don't mind going down to the Hot Place if it will prevent ruffling feathers. I honestly don't enjoy making the conventionally religious uncomfortable. I grew up Evangelical Lutheran, and I like what I received from that moral education, even though that is not where I am right now.