Friday, July 22, 2005

bombs fail

God love me I pity the terrorists of yesterday. How must they feel? They were on their way to paradise (personally I would decline all those virgins, but they are younger) and the bombs didn’t work. Everyone here including them went home.

They did not immortalise themselves. They undermined the work of the previous martyrs. It must feel so unimaginably bad. It is worst than failing a test. It is worse than being dumped in love (experiences the previous martyrs had before they became Jihadists). You have screwed up the unknowable infinite.

And what else have you done. You have contributed to the world’s fund of general absurdity. As well in London the accumulative result of terror in the public psyche has resulted in the outbreak of a new era in social enterprise in the furtherance of the plastic adaptation of globalism.

For those who are freaking about going into the tubes a charity has formed called ‘Tube Buddies’ (seeking government funding) which will accompany the very impressionable who equate descent into the tube as a descent into the grave on a jolly journey to overcome their fears. They have bottled water and crisps. The financial centre and the Prime Minister want everyone to carry on as normal.

A ‘terrorism expert’ (aren’t they all) on the telly has objected to the tube buddies, urging for extreme background checks on them (many are Australian backpackers) lest terrorists slip among them. He recommends a new agency to do deep checks. He urges the public to be more vigilant. He recommends purchase of a ‘terrorist attack kit’. This contains bandages, water and crisps in case you are stuck on the tube.

The terrorists always ‘slip among’. Commuters always ‘struggle bravely’. Police always ‘proceed cautiously.’ Cabinet Ministers ‘appeal for calm’. Experts always ‘strenuously urge’ those who have real jobs to do something sensible. Business always ‘goes on as usual’. Intelligence agencies are ‘tracking down’. The Prime Minister ‘looks grim’.

No one mentions what is in someone’s mirror. In the mirror is the indiscriminate killing of ordinary working people, the ignoring of the rule of law, the desire to impose an alien ideology and culture by force. And now despair. And, thank God, sometimes incompetence.

I thought the PM looked freaked.

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