Too Close for Comfort

As I'm sure you heard, terrorists blew up three underground trains and a double-decker bus in London today. I knew something was wrong when the phone started ringing at about 6am - that's never a good sign. I went downstairs and there was a text message from my father saying "All ok with Hunter family, no one in London." Another bad sign. Just as I turned on the TV to see what was going on, my mom called. That's when I got that feeling in my chest.It turns out my brother Andrew was all set to be on the train from Peterborough to London, as he does every Thursday. He was due to arrive at King's Cross and jump on the underground. About the same time that they blew it up. That's too close for comfort. He had to cancel his trip down to London at the last minute to take care of something at work. Evidently someone was looking out for him today. His boss, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He was at King's Cross when the bomb went off. He's alright, but very, very shaken. To those that did this, I have just one thing to say. Run. Because they will find you. And they will kill you. And as much as I disagree with President Bush, he's very good at bombing the fuck out of disgusting little rogue nations, just like the one you come from. Don't you dare try to claim this in the name of religion or ideology or politics. You killed 40 innocent people. Not preachers or clerics or politicians. Innocent People. I am not a hateful person and I don't believe in an "eye for an eye" but for you, I'm willing to make an exception.