That's What You Get For Taunting Us...
Surely not; a 'message' from al-Qaeda? Who cares what they have to say, after all? Let them keep their messages to themselves, confide them to their kindred malignancies, and leave us be. As if. This is, after all, their chosen mission, their destiny, their holy duty toward Allah who demands of His fanatics that they distill the anger, bedevilment and hostility in the world of Islam into the purest form of human evil, and this they do their most fundamental best to achieve.Woe betide those who belittle Allah's Messenger (blessed be his name) for they bring down the wrath of the unappeasable hordes of Islam. You don't know from them? Think of an Arabic version of the Keystone Kops, taken seriously. There, you have it. Except, on occasion, they get lucky. And it's that part of it that has everyone skittering about in the distress of arrested apprehension. Never knowing when, or where, or quite how.
But warning there was. For in this age of instant messaging and quixotically-ironic websites there was indeed a presaging message: "Today I say: rejoice, by Allah, London shall be bombed". For the Muslim world had been freshly assailed, insulted, tormented by the witless West. Danish cartoons, Popish insults, and now, conferring a knighthood upon Salmon Rushdie. Will these deadly psychic assaults never stop?
"We, and the whole world has seen what Britain has done...their intention to honour Salmon Rushdie who insulted and slandered Islam." Oops, did it again. We must, collectively, be severely learning-disabled. So, all the signs were there, quite apart from an earlier, generalized threat that London was asking for it; her own home-grown Islamists eager and too willing to deliver the lesson.
And just think: had not ladies' night at Tiger Tiger, "the place to pull" been on, resulting in someone in a drunken stupor cracking his head, an ambulance wouldn't have arrived, and an alert paramedic night never have been there to notice that pale green Mercedes parked alongside, filling with smoke. An apprehended insurrection of monumental consequences. Propane gas cylinders and nails; the plans, to nail revellers as they exited the nightclub.
And another, second equally-loaded and set to be detonated by remote control, hauled off for a parking infraction. Who is Dame Fortune and her handmaid Happenstance smiling on now?
Oh and yes, the green Jeep Cherokee laden with explosives rammed through the main entrance of Glasgow International Airport, with the resulting arrest of two very determined suicidist-bombers. Were they really, as some onlookers have described them, physical giants, more than "6-feet 5-inches tall and heavy set"? If so, that explains much: why they fell so hard.
"The police tried to pounce on him, but he fought back and was struggling with them. It was only when a member of the public punched him in the face that the police managed to restrain him. The police were trying to spray [tear] gas in his face, but it was not working. I can't believe what I have just seen. I have no doubt this was a terrorist attack." Apprehended, arrested in the act of attempting to destroy Scotland's busiest airport.
Arrests are being made in rapid progression. Britain has, after all, the world's most sophisticated anti-terrorist infrastructure of closed-circuit television cameras in the world. Add police barriers and a truly advanced license-plate recognition system that answers to the "Ring of Steel", and you have a fairly reliable investigative tool. This surveillance apparatus has been installed everywhere: there exists some 4.2 million cameras, effectively one for every 14 citizens.
Big Brother really is on duty. Privacy versus safety; take it away, the issue of privacy in public, that is. Want to take a photo of me? Thanks, and you're welcome. Wait, make sure you get that plug-ugly mug over there, too.
Labels: Technology, Troublespots
posted by Pieface @ Sunday, July 01, 2007
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