On Palestinian-Arab "Despair"

The last few years have seen the emergence of a new concept: The reason for Palestinian-Arab terrorism against Israel is their despair, their lack of hope of a better life, disbelief in a real future.
It sounds reasonable too, doesn’t it, on the surface anyway?
Here’s why it’s a lie.
If it were true, the whole Middle-East would be in flames. The standard of life for Palestinians may not be as high as that of the average Israeli, but it is better (or used to be until they personally fucked it up themselves) than almost any other Arab
If it were true, then where would a billionaire like Bin Laden find all the hatred and bile that enables him to do what he does?
If it were true, then why do Muslims in Indonesia, Pakistan and the Philippines commit atrocities as bad as or worse than any Hamas criminal?
If it were true, why are Muslims born and bred in Western Europe and the US eager to join the fray, helping Al-Quaeda in Pakistan, Hamas in Israel, the Taliban in Afghanistan?

British Muslims kill Jews in Israel by blowing themselves up
Dutch Muslims volunteer for service with the Taliban in Afghanistan
Turkish Muslims blow up synagogues and consulates in their own country, killing mostly Turks in the process
French Muslims firebomb schools and temples

And if such oppression causes such behaviour, then why don’t we see similar atrocities in Tibet, Burma, China, Cuba, North-Korea, etc, countries where oppression is real, where people are executed for having an opinion, where families are jailed as collective punishment, well, I could go on but you get the idea.

The reason for Arab terrorism is hatred. They hate and hate and hate, they teach their children to hate, they preach hate in their mosques, they propagate hate on TV and radio. Hatred against everything that is better in this world then they are, which is almost everything. The Arab mentality is not one of healthy competition, where I strive to be as good as or better than you, but one of destruction, where I pull everything down to my squalid level.
They could have been, they should have been the richest people on Earth. Instead they squander their trillions, on what, no one knows. They really are a wretched people. And I would be sorry for them too, were it not for the fact that they can’t suffer by themselves. They make us suffer too. It doesn’t make them any happier, but it makes us (or so they hope) nearly as miserable as they are.