London Falling-
I just read this morning after a nearly sleepless night filled with nervous energy and a feeling of foreboding that one of the suspected bombers/terrorists/hateful motherfuckers has been shot and killed in a tube station. Well good. I should feel calmer, but this has me paniced. I'm afraid for my people still there, I'm afraid for people I no longer communicate with in other parts of the UK but still care about. Fuck it I'm just afraid. Hey Thanks Tony Blair, Fuck you very much. Peeps in the UK, take care of each other, watch your backs, and know that I'm thinking of you and hoping and (I know this is going to sound weird) praying for your safety and some semblance of peace. This is just too much to take in. And I feel like this is all the fault of a few lying greedy oil men and their lapdog. Yes yes I know, Saddam had to go, but still, This is bollocks. A rain storm started out of nowhere early this morning as I was watching the Elvis film Flaming Star (yes, one of my many guilty pleasures are Evis Movies) . We're supposed to be in the midst of a heatwave. I woke more fully as the sound of the lovely rain and the black cool day began just knowing something else had gone down.
I love my people, and I hate to see them hurt or afraid. I'm used to Strong Britain, Resilliant Britain, not the deserted streets, not the blown up busses, not the tube station targets. It's like the world is falling out from under me and there's nothing I can do except know in my heart that the sun will never set on the British Empire, no matter who decides to fuck around and try to harm us. I even read that the hospital where my dear friend is attemptimg to recover is a target. Just like we all are.
Just take care my dears, and those of you that have someone special in your life, hold them extra tight, give them extra kisses, gaze into each others eyes a little longer than usual. Remember every safe moment and cherish it as if it were made of platinum, because if all this shit teaches us anything, it's that Life is Priceless.
Peace Out...
SV
Here, meet some of the lovely people of all backgrounds and faiths that were taken away from those that love them and care for them on 7/7
http://www.guardian.co.uk/gall/0,8542,1524913,00.html
I just read this morning after a nearly sleepless night filled with nervous energy and a feeling of foreboding that one of the suspected bombers/terrorists/hateful motherfuckers has been shot and killed in a tube station. Well good. I should feel calmer, but this has me paniced. I'm afraid for my people still there, I'm afraid for people I no longer communicate with in other parts of the UK but still care about. Fuck it I'm just afraid. Hey Thanks Tony Blair, Fuck you very much. Peeps in the UK, take care of each other, watch your backs, and know that I'm thinking of you and hoping and (I know this is going to sound weird) praying for your safety and some semblance of peace. This is just too much to take in. And I feel like this is all the fault of a few lying greedy oil men and their lapdog. Yes yes I know, Saddam had to go, but still, This is bollocks. A rain storm started out of nowhere early this morning as I was watching the Elvis film Flaming Star (yes, one of my many guilty pleasures are Evis Movies) . We're supposed to be in the midst of a heatwave. I woke more fully as the sound of the lovely rain and the black cool day began just knowing something else had gone down.
I love my people, and I hate to see them hurt or afraid. I'm used to Strong Britain, Resilliant Britain, not the deserted streets, not the blown up busses, not the tube station targets. It's like the world is falling out from under me and there's nothing I can do except know in my heart that the sun will never set on the British Empire, no matter who decides to fuck around and try to harm us. I even read that the hospital where my dear friend is attemptimg to recover is a target. Just like we all are.
Just take care my dears, and those of you that have someone special in your life, hold them extra tight, give them extra kisses, gaze into each others eyes a little longer than usual. Remember every safe moment and cherish it as if it were made of platinum, because if all this shit teaches us anything, it's that Life is Priceless.
Peace Out...
SV
Here, meet some of the lovely people of all backgrounds and faiths that were taken away from those that love them and care for them on 7/7
http://www.guardian.co.uk/gall/0,8542,1524913,00.html
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I wish I knew there was going to be an end to all this, but sadly it probably wont end until it gets worse for the enemy. I dont know, I just want all the senseless violence to end, ours, theirs, it doesnt matter, no amount of land or oil is worth the loss of the most precious thing on earth, life.
Reading the link, I was first filled with sorrow, then anger, and a desire for revenge. But doesnt revenge lead to their revenge to our revenge? Where does all this end? With US/British control of the middle east, with bombings on a daily basis?
Sadly, places like Israel, Saudi Arabia, and other countries in the middle east have had to deal with this bs since the beginning of recorded history.
I totally am starting to think we should bomb terrorist training camps, no questions asked, no search warrant, war tribunal bs, just bomb the shit out of them, but I doubt they have any soul left to change.