Almost 40 killed and many hundreds injured in
the latest assault on the west. The numbers on both measures of the butcher's
bill are likely to rise.
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"A series of coordinated rush-hour
explosions blasted the transportation system across an arc of central London
Thursday, injuring at least 700 people and killing more than 37 with the numbers
expected to rise.
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The explosives detonated on at least
three trains moving through London's vast subway system and on a double-decker
bus, which had its roof torn off by the blast." - Washington
Post
This in a place which is as well-monitored and
defended from terror as any democracy in the world could very well be, a legacy
of years of Provisional IRA bombings during The Troubles. This in our most
important European ally, the birthplace of the Anglosphere. We'll keep the
victims in our thoughts, while remembering that the Brits still know how to keep
the upper lip stiff; whether being bombed by Provos, Junkers or Salafist
jihadis. Each act of mindless terror only served to stiffen their resistance in
the past, and I've no doubt it will do so going forward. Britain is not
Spain.
And at a time when the blood
is still dripping and the smoke has not yet settled, you would think that people
could only unite in extending their prayers and thoughts to our allies over the
seas. You would think that this would silence for a moment the vituperative
local political discourse and cause everyone to lay aside for an instant, only
an instant, the poison pen. But you'd be wrong: Some folks can simply not resist
the reflexive impulse to snarl. Oh, the paucity of
soul, the poverty of spirit it must take to see every tragedy in the world
through such a contemptible political
lens.
Here
Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and
foe,
And,
ere the wrath paled or that sunset
died,
Looked
through the ages; then, with eyes
aglow,
Laid
them to wait that future, side by
side.
- Lines from a
monument to the American and British soldiers of the Revolutionary War who fell
in battle at Princeton, New Jersey - and were buried in a common
grave.
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"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me." - John Paul Jones
"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature" --George Bernard Shaw, "Ceasar and Cleopatra"
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."--Friederich Nietzsche
