Sounds like an opening line of an old Sheckey al Kaboom routine in the Catskills: A man with a turban bomb walks into restaurant … but it’s no joke. The Afghan President met with clerics last month, urging them to discourage terrorists from hiding bombs in turbans, in other symbols of faith, or in sacred places. A bomb in the vacuous front pouch of your underpants? No problem.
Obviously the clerics hold less sway over the Taliban than the President had hoped, as an ex-President pivotal to current peace initiatives was blown away by a visitor’s turban, and I don’t mean stylistically. Evidently the unexpected has now become the expected. First women and children strapped with bombs. Now even the sacred has become propane. What’s next? And when will the madness end?