There are many things I could say, like "told you so", "bound to happen", but... In the end, it doesn't matter. The two things that matter are all the people who were the victims of the cowardly, despicable terrorist attacks in London today--the people who will keep terrible scars in their flesh and in their hearts for as long as they live.
Them, and the descpicable cowards who targetted innocent civilians.
It's easy to take on innocent people, is it not? So much easier than to take on trained soldiers and on the real people responsible for whatever wrong you claim was done to you. It takes guts and courage, it takes balls to take on a true enemy who can fight back. But then, everyone knows terrorists don't have balls.
And they have the gall to call themselves warriors of god?
Hello, darling terrorists, here's a newsflash for you: you're mere warriors of shit and sewers.
No more and no less.
Trash.
Vermin.
You're no men. There's no bravery in you, nothing noble or strong. You're weak. You're cowards. You're so low, despicable and worthless that you're not worth spitting on.
Come to think of it, you're not dogs, not even worms. I think they haven't yet invented the right qualificative for soulless emasculated beasts like you. One thing is sure, though:
No matter how you go carvotting about your so-called courage, you have less balls than gelded animals.
You think you'll spark terror across the democratic countries of the world? You think people will be so afraid they'll be paralyzed? But, darlings, you simply delude yourself, like all the addle-brained, foaming-at-the-mouth raving religious fanatics all around the world.
The one thing you inspire in people is not fear. It's contempt-dripping scorn.
It has been said before today, but still I'll repeat it: we're all Londoners.
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