Brussels

Victims of the latest attack, our hearts and minds are with you in Brussels, you who live peacefully, innocently, joyfully, and then find yourselves bombed by monsters for no reason at all; who find your souls changed from one day to the next, your lives, your children’s lives, your loved one’s lives, who wake up to a different world from the one in which you thought you lived safely and securely; who will from now on be watching over your shoulder or skirting any shadow, who will think before doing your daily chores, shopping at your daily markets, sleeping in your familiar homes.

There are no words for the cruelty of terrorists. They are not even worth silence.

They are far beyond bullies who need a good slap to put them back in their fearful and cowardly place.  Bullies eventually cower.  These do not.

There seems to be no end to this virus, this disease of ISIS.  Would that one suicide bomber could come back and report that there is nothing but pain and disgrace in the heaven imagined to be the end all, be all for radical terrorist Islamists.  That in this ‘heaven’, falsely created by those who wish to manipulate, rule and destroy, there is only a hell that no radical Islamist could possibly imagine in his/her wildest nightmare.

Kharma, are you there?  Could you come and reign in these monsters?  Could you settle the accounts now, this moment, and help our wounded world find peace?  Is there no way to stop this carnage?

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And farewell, Cinnamon, such a sweet and loving doggy.