I suppose anyone who has read this blog will be aware that although I support our troops I find the waste of their lives in Afghanistan to be totally unnecessary. The official line seems to be that we need troops on the ground as this is the front line in our battle against terrorism. Our troops are there to train the locals and then they will man this front line themselves, but I have one question. Where are the terrorists going to go to?
Surely they are not just going to pack it in and go home? They will just find another cave or dark corner of the world to plan their evil and spit their poison from. In fact I bet there are some in this country who given a chance would let the world know what they think about western christian attitudes to their religion.
I know it sounds defeatist and hopeless, but we are stuck in a cycle of terror, there are bound to be times in the future when they get lucky and we get killed...very much like this latest incident where British troops are killed by one of those who is supposed to be standing at the front line with them.
Let them have their country, let them sort it out and let us all come home and pull up the drawbridge.
On this day in history, nothing happened. In fact that isn't quite true, it was just on this day in 1605 that nothing happened. Robert Catesby and Guy Fawkes failed in their effort to test out the big bang theory. But here we are 404 years later, celebrating nothing happening by spending thousands of pounds, burning, maiming and killing a few people, scaring all the pets in the area, annoying people who want to go to bed at a decent hour, and basically being a bloody nuisance.
This is the start of the season of misery, from now through until January 2nd, utter crippling misery. Fireworks signal the start of Christmas and I just recovered from last Christmas.
Bugger Bugger Bugger.
And that's a fact!