I love England. I'd go so far as to say that I love it almost as much as
a_m_carpenter, and if you don't know him, well, it's a lot. I've been to London. I've minded gap and ridden on the Underground. It's a great place, and they are great people.
This makes me sick at heart.
The Londoners I've seen on television today look resilient--they're strong people, and I know they'll bounce back--but they never deserved this.
It's possible that the timing had something to do with the G8 Summit in Scotland. What sucks now, of course, is that the government will probably use this as an excuse to ignore the more difficult topics they were discussing at the summit--African poverty and the like--and go straight back to this endless, faceless, ambiguous war on terror (when the fact is, poverty and the desperate situations that arise from it are one of the reasons terrorists emerge from a society in the first place).
And somewhere, I'm pretty sure there are people who are, on some level, sniggering to themselves about this whole affair, because it justifies-the-war-on-Iraq-and-oh-my-god-look-what-the-dumbass-liberals-have-done-now-see-this-is-what-happens-when-you-don't-support-your-president-oh-and-God-bless-America.
Screw terrorists, and screw the people that make them.