Yesterday's memorial for the victims of the Manchester terror attack was moving. However, I am afraid I can't bring myself to change my twitter avatar, light a candle and sing Kumbaya whilst not “looking back in Anger.” Because frankly, I am angrier now about this terrorist attack than I was 12 months ago.
I am angry that there are still people living amongst us, up to 23,000 according to the spooks, who want to kill us or change our way of life.
I am angry that those in power, including Theresa May, refuse to call this savagery what it is, which is Islamist terror.
I am angry that the social justice warriors and the Police seem to think Islamophobia is a bigger problem than kids being blown to pieces whilst watching a pop singer.
I am angry that the “Thought Police” and social media platforms have essentially censored any real debate about these terrorists and their connection to Islam.
I am angry that Channel Four thought it was a good idea, or acceptable, on the eve of the first anniversary of this despicable act to put out a program called Manchester, a year of Hate Crime.
I am angry that the Sun Newspaper revealed today that the bomber, Salman Abedi, is linked to the largest Islamist terror cell in the UK, with many of the members still at large and the Police warning they could carry out another atrocity any time they wish.
I am angry that our weak Government is allowing traitors, who went to train and fight in Syria and Iraq…
