Mourning

So whenever there's an attack on western soil, people go out of their way to mourn the fallen. Which I always thought seemed off. Ever since I was little. Something about it came off as a tad... insincere. But I could never work out why, until today when I thought about it.

These people are strangers. When someone died in a car accident we don't see public vigils, our outcry. We don't see any PrayForX hashtags. People just sort of shrug.

So I don't think people mourn the fallen at all. They mourn something else. Their identity as an imperial culture. The empire isn't supposed to be attacked. Not ever. They attack others, and when they do it is the righteous cause of freedom and civilisation, but when they themselves are harmed then it is a vile and unspeakable atrocity from a monstrous enemy. And thus, overly emotional nationalists go out on the streets to exploit the victims of foreign policy in an effort to make the tragedy about themselves, and their political interests. Because the oppressor will always have a victim complex.

Which is of course exploited by private sector media to further their political interests.

And before we know it, the Turkish airforce, at the behest of NATO, is retaliating with bombs.

Which in turn leads to a new generation of orphans who feel like they have a score to settle with the west.

Biggest cause of terror attacks in London are groups like EDL, Britain First, British National Party and UKIP. If not for their racism, there would be no alienated Muslims in the west for Daesh to recruit.

And they're the ones with the crocodile tears, holding their candle light vigils, as funding for their organisations swell, and the next attack gets planned because of their instigation.

Want to end terrorism in the west? Punch a Nazi. Then kick them. Then spit on them. Then kick them some more. Then have a gatorade while a friend kicks them, and then kick them again.