In light of the coordinated bombings in London, I find myself unable to blog on the usual minutiae of my outrages. Even though some of those outrages are daily more deadly than this one, this one compels with its shocking calculation. As has been said, the revolution will be blogged. Here's where to get what's fresh, sometimes premature, but quickly corrected collections of real-time words and pictures as people experience this event. All of the following do the service of linking to other blogs as juicy posts emerge, so riding herd on a few, you'll stay atop the story.
UK Blogger Reaching For Lucidity
The genteel gents of PowerLine, who, in addition to updates, are flying a Union Jack with this quote Churchill's speech from October, 1938:
[D]o not suppose that this is the end. This is only the beginning of the reckoning.This is only the first sip, the first foretaste of a bitter cup which will be proffered to us year by year unless by a supreme recovery of moral health and martial vigour, we arise again and take our stand for freedom as in the olden time.
Aussie Journalist Tim Blair, who rounds up international news and quotes another Tim,
Tim Worstall , with reports and reactions, including my favorite so far:
Fuck you, sunshine. We'll not be having that.
UPDATE: Longer letter with refreshingly frank tone as above from London Daily News.
In my own, puny but well-intended homage, I will list a few quotes from the stylings of Brit Terry Pratchett. These are suited for any thinking man's gallows and provided, to me at least, a wry smile on a darkish day.
"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."
"Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life."
"It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It's called living."
"...what is there in this world that truly makes living worth while?" Death thought about it. "Cats," he said eventually. "Cats are nice." "