So the election’s in full swing, the sun’s shining, the football season has finished, leaving the game in ‘grand finale’ mode, starting tonight, if you don’t count the playoffs, with Manchester United playing Ajax in Stockholm for the EUFA Cup. Oddly the only trophy United have never lifted. Mainly because they’ve never been bad enough to play in it before last season. So the stakes are high. Because a victory in that cup tonight will give them (never used to be like this) entry into next year’s Champions League. Where they want to be.

And then a bomb went off. In Manchester. In case you missed that. What happened was this:

Some deranged motherfucker was convinced by a whole load of even more deranged motherfuckers that the path to God, the path to personal, spiritual and moral happiness is to kill children. And deranged motherfucker number 1 believed them. To the point where he would give his own life for furthering their own cause. The cause of death. The slaughter of innocents. The deranged motherfucker collective never warned him that in fact you go straight to hell. Fast-tracked. Rather than the 70 beautiful virgins he was promised, if there is any kind of God, Salman Abadi is spending eternity with 70 really ugly, sadistic gay power-lifters from Romania who all suffer with chronic halitosis.

Maybe its the grandfather thing, or the father thing, but when I saw the picture of little Saffie Roussos I was almost in tears.

What the BBC have decided is that following any act of terrorism, what the people of Britain need to calm them, to comfort them, to inform them, is endless fucking repetition. They know 7 concrete facts and have 9 pieces of more speculative information. So let’s repeat those 43 times each. In fact, let’s extend the News, disaster special, so we can repeat them some more. And then the the emotion gives way to boredom and impatience and everyone feels better?

We are now in ‘critical’ mode as a nation regarding its security. Or insecurity. Could happen any time, any place. Yet the football tonight goes on. Must go on. Otherwise ‘they’ win. Any city in any free, Western country is at risk. Which makes you mildly paranoid… ok, makes you severely paranoid, but you have to carry on. We cannot let our values, and the things we love to do, be changed by a group of psychopaths.

Manchester… United.

Happy sad Wednesday

A xxxx