Panic on the streets of London
Wherein Verbal Jazz, for once, is serious
While Verbal Jazz vacationed on the rocky coast of Maine last week, terrorism once again reared its ugly head in a country that is not at war on its own soil, at least.
Between collecting photos of my nephew and niece climbing on the rocks, building sand castles and looking for beach glass, I managed to hear very little about the havoc wreaked on the London transit system.
My mother-in-law and I would have stayed glued to the CNN all day after hearing about the bombs, but the Missus Jazz didn't want the niece and nephew to have nightmares witnessing live feeds from the aftermath.
Time will reveal more details about the terrorists and it has already been that the terror team was home grown...it makes one wonder what kind of cause justifies strapping a bomb to your body and trying to blow as many people to smithereens as possible.
I'm glad I was teaching my nephew how to skip stones. |
While Verbal Jazz vacationed on the rocky coast of Maine last week, terrorism once again reared its ugly head in a country that is not at war on its own soil, at least.
Between collecting photos of my nephew and niece climbing on the rocks, building sand castles and looking for beach glass, I managed to hear very little about the havoc wreaked on the London transit system.
My mother-in-law and I would have stayed glued to the CNN all day after hearing about the bombs, but the Missus Jazz didn't want the niece and nephew to have nightmares witnessing live feeds from the aftermath.
Time will reveal more details about the terrorists and it has already been that the terror team was home grown...it makes one wonder what kind of cause justifies strapping a bomb to your body and trying to blow as many people to smithereens as possible.
I'm glad I was teaching my nephew how to skip stones. |
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