There has been another *ahem* ‘isolated incident’ attack which is strangely very, very similar to all the other isolated incidents. This time in Streatham, London, not all that far geographically from the almost identical isolated incident on London Bridge.
The similarities even extend to the perpetrator being recently released from prison for terror offences. The Narwhal tusk part of the London Bridge event was truly an isolated incident. That’s probably a once in a lifetime thing since Narwhal tusks aren’t widely distributed in the UK. However, that part of it was not the attacker.
What’s the connection? If I have to say it, you don’t want to hear it and will not hear it. Not even when they come for you. No point in you reading any further. For the rest of us, who saw the blatantly obvious connections long ago, let us continue.
Suicide bomb vests have become a common theme in these isolated incidents all over the place. Try to mob-down a lone attacker, apparently armed only with a blade, and boom. You’re all mince. The attacker will get 72 virgins in Heaven, one for each of the pieces he arrives in. Only one of those virgins will find it was worth the wait.
The last two isolated incidents involved machete-weilding nutters with fake bomb vests. Clearly they have put no thought into the consequences of this. Or maybe it really is a strange kind of suicide.
In both the recent cases the police shot the nutter dead. All the bleeding hearts want to know why they didn’t bargain with him or at least just shoot him non-lethally. So, a shot to the body, perhaps? He’s wearing what looks like a bomb. You really want to put a bullet into that?
Well why not shoot his leg? Once immobilisied he can stab no more people. He can still set off his bomb though.
Well, if he’s shot and down, he can’t stab anyone. Why shoot him some more to be sure he’s dead?
He is wearing a fucking bomb and he is from a group known to have no compunction in detonating those bombs. How many times does it need to be said? If he is alive he can detonate the bomb.
Except… he didn’t really have a bomb. He had what looked like a bomb. Does that make the police actions wrong?
Consider yourself in that police officer’s situation. You have confronted a nutter shouting adverts for Ally’s Snackbar and emphasising his point by stabbing random strangers. Are you going to walk up to him and say ‘Excuse me sir, I need to check if that bomb is real before I decide whether to shoot you dead or merely disable you’? Are you really going to do that?
Faced with Stabby Mo wearing what appears to be a dirty great bomb, the only option for the police is to shoot him. Dead. They cannot merely pop a cap in his shin and then wait for the ambulance to arrive so he can be patched up for trial. Once down he could take out half the street. Surely the nutters realise this?
So what is the point of the fake bomb? If they had a real bomb and detonated it they’d be dead. If they have a fake bomb, the police have no time to inspect it and given recent ‘isolated incidents’ they have to assume it’s a real bomb. and act accordingly. This involves ensuring the nutter can’t detonate it and there really is only one way to do that. So they are dead either way.
Well okay, they are on early release from prison (I can’t remember which haggis-brained moron thought that was a good idea) so they would have serious problems getting explosives but why bother faking it? They could just go on a stabathon in London and these days it would hardly make the news. Get sent to prison, come out after half their sentence and next time, attack the infidels with a battery powered bacon slicer. They won’t be expecting that.
Surely it must be obvious to anyone that if you go out wearing what appears to be a bomb, knowing that such bomb wearers have isolated-incidented themselves all over the place already, the only option the police will have is to kill you before you kill them?
The police know they cannot reason with the bombboys. They cannot approach and handcuff them because they risk being Jackson Pollocked all over a nearby wall. There is no option for the police but to shoot and kill. No other option at all.
Wear a fake bomb and the only one it will kill is you. Maybe you’re not quite dead but unable to move because of the gunshots. Maybe you are watching your life run in red lines into a filthy gutter. Nobody is coming to help you.
Tha ambulance crew are not allowed to approach until the bomb squad arrive and check your vest with a robot. That little robot might be the last thing you see.
Maybe you won’t get that far. Maybe the last thing you see will be a few discarded crisp packets and cigarette ends now soaked in your own cooling blood as you lie caked in dust and filth, alone on the cold pavement.
Is that a fine and noble way to die? Is it really? Does anyone really want their last moments on earth to be like that?
It’s a very strange kind of suicide.