The French expression for feeling nauseous is “avoir mal au coeur”, literally translated “a hurting heart”. Today I feel both: I want to vomit and, pardon the purple prose: my heart hurts.
On Monday, Mohamed Merah an Arab Muslim of Algerian origin (*) entered a French-Jewish school and massacred the 30 year old Rabbi Sadler, his two little sons, 3 and 6 year old Aryeh and Gavriel. He also attacked a 17 year old youth. His next act was to hunt down the 8 year old Miryam Monsonego. When the little girl tried to run away, Mohamed Merah grabbed her by her hair, pulled her close and shot her in the head point blank.
It is this ^^^ that makes my heard hurt. What makes me want to vomit is that when the bodies of his victims are barely in the ground, it’s all about poor misunderstood Mohamed Merah who died today via suicide by cops. Gutless politicians in election mode tell us to “surtout pas faire l’amalgame” and to protect the sensitivities of the Muslim community, while the terminally dhimmi French media and assorted pro-Islamic apologists have actually the gall to call this murdering islamic jihadist “un enfant perdu à la République et à l’Islam” (A child lost to the Republique and to Islam).
To anyone not as willingly and dangerously blinded as the nearly exclusively leftist media here, it is the eight year old Miryam who is l’Enfant perdue, l'enfant perdue à la vie and the child lost to all of us. I simply cannot get the picture out of my mind of this little girl trying to run away, being hauled back, by the hair, and shot in the face. This beautiful little girl: