The point is not prosodic, but that this doctor’s views, apparently, were well hidden from view. And if his best friends were amazed at what they saw as his sudden metamorphosis — he’s in Raqqa now, urging others to join him — how can the security services possibly know what Muslims are thinking, including those we think, because they do not go off to the Islamic State, or display the Black Flag of Islam, must surely be “moderate” — and what, for god’s sake, does that word “moderate” mean? Does it mean that they don’t take Islam fully to heart? Is that what a “moderate” Muslim is — someone who is not completely a Muslim, whcih shows that we understood that the full message of Islam is dangerous? And if we understand that, and we also know that there is no permanent barrier between the “moderate” Muslim and the real, or full, or immoderate one, so that any “moderate” can become, for any number of reasons, a direct threat, why should we not regard the “moderate” Muslims as themselves a danger, forming the inland sea in the Western world, in which the immoderates can swim?
You never, never know which one is going to suddenly “Go Jihad”. At least this one left the country and went off to Syria where with any luck he will encounter a Shiite or an Alawite bullet or bomb, ensuring that he never comes back. But: he was a doctor, in Australia. Working in hospitals. And, presumably, harbouring hatred in his heart,all the time, toward the filthy kuffar all around him. A Muslim doctor or theatre nurse or nurse in an infidel-country hospital terrifies me; because what if they decide, in a small and sneaky sort of way, to wage their jihad right there…to cause pain, to cause fear, to do a million and one small things that increase the chance of harm, of infection, of a misdiagnosis, of death? I would not want a Muslim, a proudly card-carrying Muslim, as my surgeon, my specialist or even my GP. Better safe than sorry. I have *had* it with playing “Muslim Roulette”.