We knew it was going to happen. We were on 'high alert'. It was a question of 'when'.
Was the Westminster attack part of a planned campaign? Was the perpetrator a 'lone wolf'?
I don't have the answers as it is my bed-time and I can barely keep awake. But there is almost a sense of relief that it has happened. But fathers and mothers, husbands and wives, sons and daughters are still wary whenever their loved ones need to head towards central London to work every day.
I wonder though: what are the chances that the perpetrator is another 'lost, purposeless soul' (ie smoking, drinking, drug-dependent, womanizing useless lout) who finally found a purpose in some global 'religion of peace' that promises him very specific rewards in heaven?
Or will the authorities and media be satisfied that he was in fact mentally unstable and therefore not answerable to the terror he had wrought?
Other than that I can only feel very sorry for the families of the victims: The policeman who was stabbed had died despite valiant efforts by emergency services and passers-by (including an MP whose brother died in the Bali bombing).
Two others had died. One woman was rescued after she landed in the river Thames. Imagine her fear, if she was conscious enough, to feel fear. What a horrible, horrible feeling that must be.
There were children visiting from France. Imagine the horror their parents are going through.
There is no place in my heart for despicable cowards who kill and maim innocents.
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