Roy Larner in the hospital following the attack.
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One of my all-time favorite moments in literature just played itself out on the news recently.
During the chaos of the London Bridge jihadist attack on the evening of June 3, 2017, a forty-seven-year-old man named Roy Larner took on three machete-wielding Muslim terrorists with his bare hands and lived to tell about it. (more…)
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Posting from a tapatronic mobile phone because I’m divorced from my laptop for a little while.
It’s not been so long since the Ariana Grande concert that signalled a shift in the terror strategy to directly killing children. England has endured under-reported child-rape at the hands of Arab, Pakistani and other ‘Asian’ minorities for a long time, as well as consistent and alarmingly effective civilian killings. (more…)
A fellow officer lays flowers for police officer Keith Palmer, who was killed in Wednesday’s terrorist attack.
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These once-green fields now soaked in blood,
the blood of those here born;
their cries were heard by few in number,
though millions in their heart.
Now comes the time to raise our steel,
the sunbeams of their blades,
to go beyond our homely shores,
forever more,
forever more. (more…)
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The waters soon close dark and velvet-heavy
around a stone big enough to smash a skull,
the ripples torpid as in mud or gravy.
What will it take to clarify these dull,
foetid waters, for our men to reject
The notion that wild animals are as tame
as they; our feral women a foul object
one shudders to give credence to, or name.
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