Thomas Wictor

A man who survived the Islamic State attack on the Bataclan theater, November 13, 2015, has confirmed that the terrorists had absolutely no training.

I was a little surprised, because I found them quite disorganised. They improvised a lot.

This comes after the release of CCTV footage that shows terrorist Salah Abdeslam firing thirty rounds from an AK-47 into Cafe Bonne Bière…and killing nobody.

Two of the intended targets were lightly injured. Although many are saying that the rifle jammed, I counted almost thirty hits, so I think he ran out of ammunition. Despite being armed with a powerful military semiautomatic rifle, and despite his victims being defenseless, he quickly fled when he could no longer fire.

Two more terrorists killed five people at La Casa Nostra pizzeria across the street. After both attacks, a waitress from the cafe—the woman behind the bar in the video above—went to the pizzeria to try and help. Her name? Jasmine El Youssi, child of Moroccan and Algerian parents.

Witnesses report that she was the first on the scene. A twenty-year-old with no experience of violence, she knelt next to the dying, held their hands, and spoke to them.

‘I would have preferred I die, than let them die,’ she said. ‘I know how it feels to be alone and I just couldn’t live with myself knowing that I hadn’t tried to help them. I didn’t want the people who had been shot to think they had been abandoned.

‘I grew up in a Moroccan family but I’m a Parisian girl. And the worst thing that happened to me, happened to this country and I’ve never felt so connected to this country than now. Those people died because they just wanted to live. They died because they wanted to enjoy music and a beer with their friends or because they were walking in the wrong street. Everybody is crying for the dead people.’

The entire narrative of this atrocity has been turned on its head. It’s time to throw out everything the “experts” are telling you about Islamic terrorism and begin to view it for what it is: a way for the inadequate to fantasize that they’re significant. That’s all. They have no legitimate grievances. They’re simply spree killers who want to feel important for a few moments before killing themselves.

When American spree killers gun down kindergarteners or moviegoers, does the entire western world beat its collective breast in self-loathing? Do academics and politicians write blubbering pieces about how we have to figure out why they hate us? Is everything possible done to rationalize and minimize the evil of these acts?

Here’s another of the Paris terrorists.

Europe’s first woman suicide bomber was a party animal with a string of boyfriends who had shown no interest in religion, it emerged today.

Hasna Ait Boulahcen, 26, blew herself to pieces during the siege of Saint Denis after anti-terror police closed in on the safehouse where she was hiding with her cousin, the mastermind of the Paris attacks.

Just a day after her death, family and acquaintances gave extraordinary accounts of a young woman with a ‘bad reputation’ who was known for her love of alcohol and cigarettes rather than devotion to Islam.

Her brother Youssouf Ait Boulahcen said that she had had no interest in religion, never read the Koran and had only started wearing a Muslim veil a month ago.

The entire “cell” of Paris terrorists were drunks, druggies, and hookup artists.

In a moment of dark comedy, Boulahcen’s head and spine flew out the window of the apartment after she blew up. Since she shouted, “Help me! Help me!” before the explosion, I’m guessing that she didn’t intend to die.

Update

I was right.

French officials say the cousin of the presumed ringleader of last week’s Paris attacks did not blow herself up in a police raid as previously thought. They say the suicide bomber was a man, not Hasna Ait Boulahcen, who also died in Wednesday’s raid in Saint-Denis. Her cousin, alleged ringleader Abdelhamid Abaaoud was also killed. A third body was also found.

People have told me that the French wouldn’t take this latest attack seriously. Obviously they know nothing about the French police special-forces unit RAID (Recherche, Assistance, Intervention, Dissuasion), translated into English as Search, Assistance, Intervention, Deterrence. These cops fought a seven-hour gun battle with five terrorists in the apartment in Saint Denis.

The confrontation began with a police assault. It ended when RAID snipers fired grenades into the apartment. Not tear-gas grenades; explosive grenades. A police sniper had shot one terrorist with a bullet, but since the firing from the apartment continued, RAID proceeded to “saturate the space.” What commander Jean-Michel Fauvergue means by using that phrase is that the decision was made to take no prisoners and to simply kill everyone left inside.

Have you ever heard of police using explosive grenades on suspects? Well, that’s what the French do. As I tell people over and over, the French invented trench raids in World War I. They sent these guys into the enemy front line at night.

The soldier on the left has a bag of hand grenades. French trench raiders were tasked with killing as many Germans as they could, destroying shelters and weapons, and terrorizing the enemy into abandoning his positions. Often French raiders attacked armed only with a dagger. For silent killing, they used the French martial art savate.

I’ve told you to not underestimate the French. After the assault on the apartment in Saint Denis, they identified the alleged mastermind of the Paris attacks—Abdelhamid Abaaoud, cousin of Flying Head Hasna Ait Boulahcen—through saliva and pieces of skin. He was dismembered by police grenades.

Abaaoud loved to be filmed. He appeared in videos dragging corpses, standing knee-deep in corpses, and bragging about how he’d outwitted the Belgian and French authorities by entering and leaving Europe at will. After going to Syria in 2013, he organized multiple terrorist attacks in France. Abaaoud was likely in control of most European terror cells and was a close confidant of the head of the Islamic State, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi.

If you’re in charge of clandestine insurgent operations, it’s not a good idea to give interviews and stop to pose for every single camera you see.

This top Islamic State terrorist had a two-year career before being killed.

Back to the account from the survivor of the Bataclan theater massacre.

Stéphane described a 15-minute farce involving the terrorists trying to pass a police negotiator a number to contact them on.

One of the hostages wrote it on a piece of paper, then the other shouted it through the door. But in a tragicomic moment the officer on the other side could not hear properly resulting in a bizarre back and forth.

The hostages were also told to call French TV stations but each call didn’t get through.

“They seemed very amateur. They were obviously determined - they were clearly there to kill - but in the hostage situation they messed up.”

The French cops who rescued Stéphane were from the BRI (Brigades de Recherche et d’Intervention), or Search and Intervention Brigades. It’s another special-forces unit.

At 12.30pm things started happening. Police were behind the door and the terrorists gathered everyone around them as a shield.

Police burst in with a vast riot shield. The lights went out and police threw stun grenades. Stéphane felt an explosion at his feet and he fell down.

On the ground, he saw one of the terrorists one metre from him, one hand on his Kalashnikov and the other hand on a detonator.

But, said Stéphane, he didn’t press it “and I don’t know why not”.

He stayed on the ground, deafened by police shots and shouting.

Then suddenly one of the terror police was next to him, shouting at him to get up, who then checked he wasn’t wearing a suicide vest and told him to get onto the balcony and “not look back”.

You need to understand something: French police special forces are the bravest men on the planet. They’ve trained and equipped themselves for close combat—and I mean face to face—with terrorists who always have much heavier firepower. For hostage rescue, RAID and BRI use pistols and carbines, because those weapons are more easily maneuvered in confined spaces. Shorter weapons means much less stopping power in the bullets.

The cops know this, yet they willingly risk their own lives in order to maximize the chances that hostages survive. French police special forces have perfected the use of bulletproof shields. Eighteen BRI officers entered the Bataclan behind one shield, which was hit by twenty-seven terrorist bullets.

All the terrorist fire was concentrated on that shield. When the innocent are in harm’s way, French police special forces choose to absorb bullets until they’re close enough to safely kill the terrorists. That level of courage is beyond my comprehension.

As the shield carrier, the officer on the left has ballistic protection for his head, face, throat, shoulders, chest, and groin. He needs to move with agility, so he can’t armor his arms and legs. BRI Paris has a specialized unit for hostage rescue, called the Brigade Anti-Commando; the cop on the right wears the shoulder patch. The name is the job description. These men are trained to fight enemy commandos.

And guess what? The French trench-clearing tactics of World War I were identical to the tactics used today by the Brigade Anti-Commando. A man in front held a shield, while men behind threw grenades and fired rifles.

Terrorists everywhere never accept a simple fact: The more advanced a civilization, the more it has to lose. Therefore the most advanced civilizations have guardians of almost inconceivable skill and ruthlessness. Since civilization is reluctant to take off the gloves, terrorists get spoiled and overconfident.

I believe that the French have finally cried “Havoc!” and released the dogs of war. The enemies of France are doomed.