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Jul. 7th, 2005 08:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeBy now, y'all have probably noticed from your friends lists about London.
Me, I found out when I woke up, poked the web/CNN to see what fell out, and in big letters I see "Bombs in London."
Fortunately the next thing that fell out was my friends' list, with a commentary from my friend in London noting that he was all right. Big hugs.
I don't really have anything to say that hasn't been said a dozen thousand times already. Terrorism bad. Terrorists deserve to die a hideous, horrible, and long death involving hot needles, fire ants, things that infest themselves under your skin and in your body, electricity, rotating pineapples up the arse, and badgers. News good. News that can travel across the world in seconds, better. I do like this modern era where we can all log on or poke a television and get news falling out, hot and cold running reports twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five. Allowing people to find out if their friends, family, loved ones are safe. What's going on, what's happening.
I'm not really scared or angry, yet. Mostly I'm bitter that we live in a world where people feel the need to do shit like this in order to get attention. Or get results. Or whatever the hell the goal of this was, other than fear. Because, really. This? Is stupid. It's childish. It's a temper tantrum that someone(s?) threw because they wanted attention and pity and attention. Unfortunately for everyone else, it's a deadly temper tantrum.
Yeah, I got not much else. Simmering annoyance, maybe. The kind of annoyance that might cause me to punch someone out at work. Or yell at some customer on the phone 'cause they're complaining about their lack of a 1200$ table when people are dying and maimed in London.
Oh yeah. I got something.
People, remember to tell your friends and family you love 'em. There's no time like the present.
Me, I found out when I woke up, poked the web/CNN to see what fell out, and in big letters I see "Bombs in London."
Fortunately the next thing that fell out was my friends' list, with a commentary from my friend in London noting that he was all right. Big hugs.
I don't really have anything to say that hasn't been said a dozen thousand times already. Terrorism bad. Terrorists deserve to die a hideous, horrible, and long death involving hot needles, fire ants, things that infest themselves under your skin and in your body, electricity, rotating pineapples up the arse, and badgers. News good. News that can travel across the world in seconds, better. I do like this modern era where we can all log on or poke a television and get news falling out, hot and cold running reports twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five. Allowing people to find out if their friends, family, loved ones are safe. What's going on, what's happening.
I'm not really scared or angry, yet. Mostly I'm bitter that we live in a world where people feel the need to do shit like this in order to get attention. Or get results. Or whatever the hell the goal of this was, other than fear. Because, really. This? Is stupid. It's childish. It's a temper tantrum that someone(s?) threw because they wanted attention and pity and attention. Unfortunately for everyone else, it's a deadly temper tantrum.
Yeah, I got not much else. Simmering annoyance, maybe. The kind of annoyance that might cause me to punch someone out at work. Or yell at some customer on the phone 'cause they're complaining about their lack of a 1200$ table when people are dying and maimed in London.
Oh yeah. I got something.
People, remember to tell your friends and family you love 'em. There's no time like the present.