The Next Big Thing

Our thoughts are very much with our friends in Madrid and around Spain who are the latest victims of the "terror" sickness. The Spanish people I know are hardy and resiliant but still shaken up mightily. Where's it all going? Whilst you can understand that checks and surveillance are necessary, our civil and satellite liberties are being eroded at a rate of knots. Conversations recorded and listened to, CCTV everywhere, lists being drawn up and there's every chance we're all on 'em for one reason or another. On top of the needless death and destruction, we're being mollycoddled into becoming blockies or worse. Soon it'll be too much hassle to go anywhere and the assholes that go around blowing stuff up will have won. No matter what governments and law enforcement or whatever does, this pond life will make the occasional score. It's the nature of the beast and there's no sign of an antidote or serum. How many acres of press and radio/TV plugs do these fuckwits get every day everywhere? Too friggin' many. We know they're out there. Creeping about, waiting for their opportunity to break on through to the other side and they're willing to take you, me and everybody (if you excuse the Belushi-isms) with 'em. Being allowed to self-sacrifice is too, too good for this scum. Madrid is a great, great city and it'll bounce back quick but the hearts of its citizens might take a little longer to fix. Like New York.