Terror imports

27 July

We’ve made no plans for going out this morning, too much to do here ready for my operation next Monday; besides, it’s raining here right now. One thing we have decided on though is that we have far too much furniture and odds n ends in here. To that end I’ve storage for my books, and will start clearing it in a wee while. One the books are moved there, then the two tall bookcases will go to the tip. Once they have gone, my small desk will move into the corner behind me which will clear a lot of the space in front of us. We also have far too many tables here as well, so they will be whittled down. The fear is folks, that with both of us being unsteady on our legs these day, we need a wider space to safely walk in the living room.

France has been hit again, and yet again the fear is that an ISIS inspired young man was behind it. As normal with these things, the killer has killed himself thereby not being able to be brought to justice. Yet this guy was a French national, arrested for trying to go to Syria and wearing tag because of it. If the police had caught him before he killed himself, what could the courts do with him? He couldn’t be deported seeing he was in his country. The only option is life in prison. How many others could he have infected with his hatred during his incarceration? We won’t ever know that now we will. That’s why I think the police would have shot him dead anyway.

While we all saw the pictures on TV of all those fit looking young men from Syria and beyond, making their way across Europe, I did wonder how many of them were ISIS sleepers waiting for the kill order. Again, we will never know. France is not the nation to hit of course, Germany is getting hit too. The Germans opened their borders to around a million refugees and the young men don’t to carry guns to cause terror do they; oh no, they can just as well by just being there as a perceived threat. While sitting there doing nothing much at all, their duck like legs can be working hard to radicalise as many home grown terrorists as they can find.

We shouldn’t get too complacent here in the UK either. We still have a major problem with illegal migrants coming across from Calais. I saw a mall item on the news about the French cracking down on them, but will that a long term action I wonder? Not so sure about that. If we find one illegal, how many others are getting through without being known about? The attack in Woolwich was done by illegals waiting deportation, as I read once in one article. How many more have got in and waiting their chance or for the ‘Go’ order? Again, we may never know.

Human beings are not the only dangers making their way here. Drugs, food items and fake goods are all flooding the markets. By reversing the cuts out new Prime Muppet made to the Border Agency would help of course, but that would mean admitting she had been wrong in making them in the first place. Can you see her doing that? No, nor can I. In any case, there are so many seclude bays along our coast, and so many small private air ports/landing strips that they can’t all be policed. It all means we are still wide open to such import attempts or anyone at all.

For the third time since the rendering was done last summer, we have a guy here trying to fix the locking mechanism of our back door. I hope he can deal with it once and for all. It is an old door though and I have a feeling what is really needed is a new door. But that means spending a lot of money, and they would sooner repair it, or at least try to in the hope that cures it. The last time someone was here was last week and while he was here the locking mechanism worked fine to start with. Later in the evening though when we came to lock up for night, it was back to how it was before the guy started. He says it’s fixed and Jan has Just tried it and it does work, for now at least.

Today’s photo …

Sleeping or what?

Today’s funny …

Three tourists were driving through Wales. As they were approaching Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, they started arguing about the pronunciation of the town's name. They argued back and forth until they stopped for lunch. As they stood at the counter one asked the blonde employee, "Before we order, could you please settle an argument for us? Would you please pronounce where we are... very slowly?" The girl leaned over the counter and said, "Burrrrrr, gerrrrrr, Kiiiiiing."