[Ed. – This cocktail might have killed someone older or less healthy. Remember, repeated incidents like this one, and the vile woman who tried to run the Tennessee congressman off the road, just make it harder and less possible for everyone to live in freedom. The answer is not to hand over our freedom in exchange for a false promise of security.]
Clearly, jihad is a subject that Icelandic politicians and opinion-makers do not want Icelanders to discuss.
And that’s all the more reason why it must be discussed.
After the event, my security chief, the organizers of the event, Ms. Williams, and I went to a local restaurant to celebrate its success. But I was quickly recognized: a young Icelander called me by name, shook my hand, and said he was a big fan. Shortly after that, another citizen of that famously courteous land likewise called me by my name, shook my hand, and said “f*** you.”
Back in my hotel room, I began to feel numbness in my face, hands, and feet. I began trembling and vomiting. My heart was racing dangerously. I spent the night in a Reykjavik hospital.
A hospital test confirmed that I had been poisoned — Ritalin mixed with MDMA (Ecstasy). One of the local Icelanders who had approached me (likely the one who said he was a big fan, as he came much closer to me than the “f*** you” guy) had dropped drugs into my drink. I was ill for several days afterward.