Oh, please. This isn’t even remotely amusing or thought provoking.
Muslims have been joyously engaging in their grisly behaviors long before video games were invented. They’ve done it ever since hate was invented.
Yes, yes, yes… all cultures have histories in which can be noted behavior we now find horrible such as lack of respect for human life, lack of respect or lack of tolerance for others, atrocities committed routinely upon others, genocide, famine, oppression… blah blah blah
The difference is, the Islamic culture has NEVER gotten past that. Never even given lip-service to getting beyond that. Inhumane behaviors and actions that are now nearly universally condemned are still publicly taught to, practiced by, and embraced by the savage denizens of this savage culture.

This meant to be a criticism on the video game doomsayers in the US, more so than a criticism of Islamofascist (though by its very nature the image is immediately and foremost a criticism of Islamofascists).
I’m using the caption as a weapon to levy sarcasm upon those who purport video games to be a cause of violence in schools, crime in the cities, gangland violence, etc.etc. The litany of symptoms derive, not from video games, guns, or any other man-made device. The violence and hate is inherent in the human heart.
I guess my subtlety meter has slipped to below-readable levels lately…

Dude, I totally rode that wave to shore. No worries.

The correct response to “Violence begets violence” is a good slap upside the head.
Wait, that’s not it.
Sin begets violence. The “violence begets violence” idea is a fallacy that’s kin to “It’s turtles all the way down.”

Good point. Read my first comment for clarification.

The Lynndie England song
Idiots heaven West Virginia
all related around Shenandoah river
Incest is old there older than the trees
younger than the maggots in the mountain cheese
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
All my memories gather ’round her
Army’s lady stranger to clear water
Dark and dusty smelling to the sky
Misty taste of bootshine drinking like a guy
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
I hear a voice in the morning how she calls me
The radio reminds me of the IRAQ far away
Drivin’ down the road I get the feelin’
That she should been home yesterday yesterday
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
Country roads take her home
To the camp she belongs
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la hey hey
La la la
West Virginia old goat momma
Take her home country roads
Take her home country roads
Take her home country roads

I stand corrected in my assessment of the caption and apologize for my misunderstanding and harsh response. It appears my own subtlety-meter is on the fritz.