Two ultra-shitty devices yesterday, one alleged attempted suicide attack today by – if the account is half-true – a bunch of numbskulls. If only there had been legions of tanks trundling around Glasgow airport’s runways and concourses, they could have fired shells repeatedly at the vehicle as it hurtled toward the airport’s doors. That would have minimised the danger to travellers, no question. At the risk of further alienating my decent, hardworking, family-supporting, honest, tax-paying, law-abiding readers, may I state once again how unimpressive the luxuriant media panic-fest is. I don’t want to diminish it, but – well actually, I do. The current batch of British jihadis, if this is what they are, are failing to match the competition. They are the underachievers of global terrorism. When it comes to tearing up cities they simply lack the competence that anti-terrorist-terrorists bring to the task.
I suppose some nitwit will ask the question: “ah, but would you want them to be competent?” You’re asking me to glorify terrorism? Sorry to disappoint, darlings, but what I’d actually like to happen is for those who currently imagine that murdering a few dozen bystanding Brits will stop our gluttonous military machine in its tracks, to pull their heads out of their arses and get a clue. The only answer to this grave state of perpetual crisis being forced on us is to assemble the broadest possible coalition of the willing against the empire and its spear-carriers.