You know, I was going to tell you I’m back at work, today — I’m back at work, today — and tell you that I’d seen two more episodes of Mr Robot.
Great episode, by the way: the fact the main character uses the old cantenna trick to break into a wifi network, tickled me.
I was …
But I’ve woken up, this morning … to find that, overnight, a bomb has gone off at the end of an Ariana Grande gig at the Manchester Arena, last night: killing twenty-two concert goers.
From what I read, it’s assumed to be a suicide bomber: that ISIS have claimed responsibility for.
Some of the dead are, I believe, Muslim.
Some are children.
And rather surprised: here in the UK, we’ve been very lucky to have avoided the sort of attacks that have hit parts of France.
I’m also concerned: both for the safety of anyone missing, and for the safety of any of my Muslim co-workers.
As I’m sure some of my Irish friends will tell us, terrorist attacks generate a not just fear and terror …
But a backlash* against those seen as ‘involved,’ somehow.
Right now … ?
Right now, I’m feeling … conflicted, to say the least.
I’m hoping a lot of things.
Chiefly? That this has a minimal effect on the Election.
This sort of thing?
To the best of my knowledge, this sort of thing has never happened during an election. I hope this has as little an effect on the General Election as possible. But doubt it: someone will make political mincemeat of the thing.
I’m ALSO mildly angry.
The man that’s done this? Has killed himself as part of the process.
The coward has taken his own life, and cannot be questioned about his motives, or face the law.
Yes, a coward.
I hope ISIS are listening.
The coward who ISIS claim has acted for them …
Has taken his own life rather than justify killing children.
There is never an excuse for killing kids.