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Stop and breathe

I was breathing in the salty air of the South China Sea when I heard about the nail-filled would-be car bomb in London. I was on the road somewhere when I caught snippets of news about a flaming car driving into Glasgow airport. Three guesses as to whose bright idea those acts were. No? You don’t need three?

It wasn’t until late last night that I managed to sit down and trawl through the net for news on the events in Britain. (Of course there’s hardly anything in the papers here, thank God for the internet). It makes me heartsick to read about stuff like this, especially when it’s done by Muslims who claim God told them to and it’s for the freedom of the Muslim people.

The news reports are bad enough but when I get to reading blogs and the comments on it, then I start to get really despondent. You can’t blame them for feeling that way; it seems that all Muslims want to do nowadays is Kill The Infidel and contribute to the greenhouse gas effect by burning lots and lots of flags. I would feel angry if somebody threatened me for being Muslim and accused me of being scum.

What is more surprising is the number of of calmer voices who don’t want to just pack off all Muslims and shoot them into outer space or something. You would think we deserved it for all the madness we’ve been creating. Although, by that same reasoning, you’d have to shoot a whole bunch of other people into space too and there’d be nobody left on Earth and all the animals will sigh with relief.

As a supposedly intelligent species, we humans don't seem to have learnt anything from history. It's always kill, kill, kill and damn the consequences. Who cares if it makes monsters of us all?

Comments

Anonymous said…
I still remember when I was in the coach st. in Liverpool, someone left behind a black bag (it was a few days after 07/07). The police were so calm and efficient. Not that it contained any explosive but I don't know if our local police could be as professional as that. Honestly, better there than here because I don't think Malaysians can face all that. We'll be panicking so bad that no one even dares to go out at all. See, we don't trust the police.
Kere said…
Better nowhere than here, I think.

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