7.7.06

On 7/7

I didn't write anything last year about the suicide bombers attacking the London transportation system. Most of my time online in that regards was spent worrying if anyone I knew had been caught up in it, if it would affect the safety of the NIN fans travelling to the London shows in the following week, and wondering whether it would happen again. Those worries faded faster than they did for New Yorkers after 9/11, save for the odd jab in the following fortnight when we heard of scares, and then the second failed attempt occurred. The fact that we've spent the last 65 years or so with the odd bomb or two floating around probably helps. Even when they thought they found the unexploded bomb in Bristol, Broadmead was still buzzing with people.

The country returned to how it's always been, because noticing lone bags on trains doesn't really help when there are people prepared to carry them when they explode. The only people affected long term were individuals, not the government, not the social structure, but the families of the people who were killed and injured. I can understand the mindset of the bombers, the guys that found it easier to join up and murder people than identify with the culture that raised them, but I can't for a second tolerate it. There may be reasons for the decisions they made, but not one of them is good enough. They should have known better, taken the higher path, but they chose not to. We'll leave it to the professionals to discover why, because everyone else is busy getting on with their lives.