The newest story up on the wire is that two Muslim men slaughtered a soldier in the streets of London. The two men then stood in the street for minutes, talking with people and preventing any attempts to aid or comfort the solders.
There are no men left in London. Had this happened in Conan Doyle's time, multiple gentlemen would have shot the attackers down like the dogs they are. Now, scores of men sat there and watched "helplessly" while two attackers bragged, chatted, and waited for their martyrs' death.
I have no respect for the British nation any more.
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