That’s when she fell for...

... the leader of the pack jihad.

When you become Muslim, you so-o-o admire people with knowledge.

It’s like — ohhhhh! — be still my heart!

When he talks about jihad!

Arabic he speaks!

That’s for us!!

It’s not like, mmmm, y’know, “He’s a bit cute,” or y’know “He drives a...” — That’s not really important to us.

But if he’s going to stand there with his beard and his sword, and say, y’know, “I’m into jihad!”

That is extraordinarily attractive!

So speaks Dubbo-born-fifth-generation-Australian, Muslim-convert Raisah bint Alan Douglas — ‘misrepresented’ in her own words on the ABC-TV program Jihad Sheilas — describing her first meeting with her second husband (of five).

Sounding for all the world like some adolescent, airheaded Aussie sheila gushing over her infatuation with young Johnny, the ‘misunderstood’ town hood, this is one of the more ... um ... memorable quotes from a program in which Ms bint Alan Douglas seeks to illuminate for us infidels the life-choices she has made over the past 30-or-so years.

Substitute ‘knowledge’ for ‘cool’, the beard for sideburns, and the sword for a flick-knife or motorcycle drive-chain, and her life-story could perhaps be splendidly told in the form of a musical along the lines of Grease, by way of The Lords of Flatbush, with a classic rock’n’roll soundtrack:

Just because he doesn’t do what
Everybody else does
That’s no reason why
I can’t give him all my love
He’s always good to me
Always treats me tenderly
’Cause he’s not a ter’rist — no no no!
He’s not a ter’rist — no no no!
— To me-e-e-e-e-e!

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Me-too-ism confirmed

I’ve resisted commenting on the phenomenon that is ‘Party Boy’ Corey Worthington for a number of reasons. Prominent among those is that this young man lives locally to us.

In the main, however, the whole thing seemed to me very tiresome and ho-hum. His fame and/or notoriety seems equally based on his ‘legendary’ status among many of his peers, and the ‘parental’ feelings he seems to excite in newspaper letter writers, for example, many of whom devised a plethora of ways in which to punish him — for his own good, of course, if not for the greater good.

Now today I read this:

In a few notorious days, the 16-year-old become [sic] such a phenomenon that Googling him now produces more than 184,000 web results and more than 3000 blog references.

Well then, here’s one more for our local legend.

And an observation: The ‘Party Boy’ epithet just might stick...

Perhaps Mr Local Legend will fondly remember his youthful exploits when his carers at the nursing home tell him to stop being such a ‘Party Boy’ and take a nap — for his own good, the old ticker not being what it was.

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