Day 3.17

Day 3.17

There  is something that's bugging me which I've not shared with any body. This is to do with Lee Rigby. He has been buried today. I offer his family and friends my sincerest condolences. Nothing can undo the hurt and despair you must feel. My heart goes out to you.

It's a sad state of affairs. I'm absolutely tired of thick dimwits with emotional, social, personal issues and their perverted and distorted view of Islam.

They have nothing to do with me or the faith that I follow, the religion I follow does not condone the killing of unarmed men.  Lee Rigby was not in combats, he was unarmed, he was not in a war zone. He was an unarmed man.

I have looked high and low and tried to rationalise that which cannot be justified.  The wanton murder of people of whatever race, creed, colour or faith and using some twisted ideology as a justification for such barbaric and inhuman acts is absolutely despicable. 

I am absolutely tired of trying to make head or tail of these numbskulls, and others that attack my home, my place of birth, my nation that has fed, watered, nurtured and been a fundamental contributor to my make up as a person.

It's not only an attack on Islam, it's an attack on humanity,  it's an attack on me. 

I am agitated because two very sensitive  issues have been touched on today.  Malala being shot in the head for wanting an education and Lee Rigby being butchered.

His funeral today is on Malala's birthday, where today she addressed the UN in such an eloquent manner, and here he was laid to rest.

I've found some peace inside me for having vented what was the underlying issue for my angst today...