London was my home for seven years and I am very fond of the place. I was there during part of the IRA bombing campaign and so can empathise with what many Londoners must be feeling tonight.
A more striking contrast with the patriotic euphoria of yesterday is hard to imagine. but London and Britain have been down this well worn and sorry path before. I know that when the tears have all been shed and the damage put right, London will dust itself off and carry on as before, as though nothing untoward had happened. There is comfort in that.
The current crop of terrorists will make as much impression on Londoners as their predecessors the IRA and Hitler did, which is to say hardly any at all.
I am relieved that, though they were close to todays events, Pendy and Tealeaf are safe and well. I grieve for those who lost their lives this morning, what a terrible, shameful waste of life.
I do not care how oppressed, marginalised or disenfranchised the perpetrators of this crime against humanity imagine themselves to be, there is not one iota of justification for an act of such callous and calculated evil. May God forgive them, if he can then he is better than me, because I cannot! I spit on them, fling my shoes in their faces and call them less than men. They are craven cowards and pitiless murderers who dishonour their families, their countries and the name of the God they claim to fight for.
I think that it is high time that our muslim brethren decided which side of the fence they are on and deliver these murderous pigs to the Police.
