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01

May

Children of terror

in ‘96, the IRA detonated 500kg of high explosive near a skyscraper in London. I was eight. The blast rumbled through my neighborhood, jolting my sister and I awake, and driving us to the window. The blast shook East London. It was loud and felt like a thud in the chest. My mother panicked and rushed upstairs to check if my sister and I were ok. She found us staring at the skyscraper in the distance. It was half lit and engulfed in smoke. 

i wasn’t surprised when I saw the bombs go off in Boston. From my chair in front of my computer, I’ve watched an Arab spring and an occupy movement. I’ve watched a war in Syria where tens of thousands have died, and saw the teenage riots that shook the UK, Ireland, France, Spain and Greece. When the bombs went off in Boston I thought, “Well of course. It was only a matter of time something happened in America.” I combed my facebook for friends in Boston, and sighed in relief when no one I knew was hurt. The process of checking on family and friends become almost automatic. 

After the explosion in London, my neighbors began to talk. Wives would gossip with other wives about victims they heard of. Rumors spread of an office worker’s son dying in the blast, though it turned out he was out drinking with his friends in Soho. No one we knew was hurt. Our neighborhood returned to normal. The news shifted to Irish cities being demolished by gunfire, and the atrocities they fought the British. War in Ireland became an afterthought, the reasons for it, forgotten

Things were different after that. The Mayor of London banned public trash cans after a pipe bomb was found in one. Police walked with crowds and security cameras were installed everywhere.The UK is a nation under surveillance because of what happened, and after the 2005 bombings, London has become a fortress. 

The origins of terrorism are always different, but the result is always the same. It means dead people, people who have been shot, blown up, or flown into buildings. It means recovering corpses from disabled oil tankers, or scraping charred blood and body parts from a suicide bomb blast. It doesn’t matter if the boston bombers were Muslim or Arab, Russian or South American. People will always find a reason to hurt others. The best thing we can do is learn to defend ourselves. 

19

Mar

Sometimes…

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

sweet-bitsy:

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09

Feb

asianmaid:

why must we play god

08

Feb

death-by-lulz:


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05

Feb

death-by-lulz:


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27

Jan

Have a guy dream, then shoot him

They say if you’re smart enough, you can get away with anything. 

What a load of shit. 

James stepped on thin shards of glass that crushed to dust under his leather shoes. It was scuffing up the hardwood floor of his New York apartment, scratching the layers of wood varnish that was painted on by an underpaid foreigner. The glass was once a champagne flute before his wife threw it against the window. He clinked that glass against hers many nights before. Now it was gone, the responsibility of a broom and dustpan to clean it up. 

James never came home with lipstick mark on his collar. He never carried the scent of another woman. There were never unexplained strands of hair that stuck to his coat as if by magic. James thought he was smart enough to keep his other life separate. He scheduled it out and slipped out like a pet cat. He was never around when she needed him, but was always around when he needed something. He graved the life he was owed, the one of fine wine and cheese hors d’oeuvres. One of expensive drugs and women.

He watches his wife pack her things. A diamond bracelet he bought a day after a sale. Books he bought her. Dresses that were folded haphazardly into a black suitcase, never to be retrieved again.  To James, these were just things. Except for the ring. She left the ring in the trash. 

He loosens his tie and undoes the top buttons on his tailored shirt. She had been so enamored with the way he fit into that shirt. Maybe he loved her because she taught him to love himself. It was over now, though. He didn’t need her any more. He pours himself a glass of whisky and sips, picking out the shards of glass out of his shoe. 

The wife pulls out a gun and points it at the back of his head. she pulls the trigger and a bullet is fired into his head. 

fucking deserved that shit. 

19

Jan

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

thefrogman:
So this guy volunteers at the Olympics. He figures maybe he’ll get to see some amazing athletes doing athletic things. And then the fastest man alive gives him a fist bump.
Look at all that happy.
this is still my favourite thing on the internet
seriously the 5th time reblogging this non b&w gif sorry not sorry
AW I LOVE THIS
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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

thefrogman:

So this guy volunteers at the Olympics. He figures maybe he’ll get to see some amazing athletes doing athletic things. And then the fastest man alive gives him a fist bump.

Look at all that happy.

this is still my favourite thing on the internet

seriously the 5th time reblogging this non b&w gif sorry not sorry

AW I LOVE THIS

Via/Follow The Absolute Greatest Posts…ever.

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