The P word
Any Muslim leader who brings up “Palestine” when discussing the London attacks should be dismissed out of hand. It is irresponsible at best and a demonstration of anti-Jew prejudice at worst. IE: it’s not our fault; it’s all the fault of those nasty Jews in Israel.
Nothing justifies the murder of so many Londoners…nothing.
Update: Boris Johnson has written an excellent piece that eloquently expresses the feeling expressed by this blog and others. Its time for moderate Muslims to step up and sort their community out. It’s time to stop making excuses and time to start doing something about the evil in their midst.
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BR it continues
Chapter 1
“Aren’t you the slightest bit worried about that idiot Sarkis running around London linked to you. I know you disarmed the bloke but he sticks out like a sore thumb, and seems like the type to turn you in if his shit were in the fan.”
“Don’t worry Kiara, I plan to know exactly where he is from now until the time he leaves Perfidious Albion.”
“How? Did I miss something here?”
“You remember I gave him a hug when he left? Well I was not doing it out of any sense of remorse or camraderie. I put one of Rob’s tracers on the bugger. The vid will track his every move. That bastard will not be able to go to the loo without my knowing it. Fortunately for us there is no visual link to the thing. Actually, I think he will leave London very quickly. He is not stupid. If not, he would have snuffed it a hell of a long time ago in the company he keeps.”
“I’ll take your word for it. That bastard gave me the creeps. How could you work with someone like that?”
“Look, he’s actually not that bad. I bit rough around the edges but a damn good soldier and very loyal. I honestly think that he thought he had a chance of getting me to go to Liberia. He was being genuine. The trouble with him is the company he keeps.”
“Can we come out now? We’ve got your drinks ready, liquid Prozac all around,” a male voice spoke from the kitchen.
“OK, but only if you behave. Rob how do you get the vid to track that tracer you gave me.”
Rob emerged with a large pot of coffee, the sugar bowl and a pitcher of milk. ” I set the code a few days ago, it should be a simple command to get it moving. Just for giggles see if you can do the command verbally. I hope the thing works. It cost me a few bob and a bit of arm twisting.”
David carried the cups and saucers in his hands, trying to avoid dropping them in front of Michaela. His mother-in-law would have killed him if he even chipped any of her wedding present.
