As our heart go out to the victims and family of the terror attacks last night in Paris, it brings it home to us all that war is so close to us now and we need to stand up to the government and speck the words that we all our thinking.
“Close our boarders”
We are all so scared of being labelled as racist, so we sit and moan to friends and family about our government and the state of our country but we are all to weak and scared to air our views to the world.
Things really need to change and eyes need to open to the state of the U.K.
Our own are homeless, jobless and hungry but still we give homes, food money etc to the floods of people who enter the uk every day.
My heart goes out to them for what is going on in their home towns, cities and villages and I can’t begin to imagine what horrors they see everyday, the murders, rapes and torture that they witness.
We send our brave armed forces to help them rebuild, we send food and clothes and money to try help them as best we can.
They send tourists aka murders as a thank you and they take our homes our jobs, our churches and our culture while we sit and let them.
They burn our flag.
They take the life’s of innocent people and brainwash the weak to murder more innocent people.
The world indeed is a sick, evil, twisted place and there is no escaping it.
We need to make a stand and protect ourselves from the evil of religion.
I guess there is no easy option but our government should start by at least listening to its people.
We want our boarders closed!!!
We Want the immigrants out!!!
We want peace!!!
We want our government to protect not just its people but our way of life, our beliefs, our cultures.
We want to be able to say Happy Christmas instead of happy holidays!!!
But most of all we want to feel safe as we walk our streets.
We want Great Britain to be great again.
We want no more murder, no more innocents to die at the hands of religion.
We want to be heard without being labelled.
When you read about the horrors of Friday 13th 2015, the tears flow easily and your heart weeps for the horror they have lived and for the poor souls that didn’t make it including my friend Pierre-Louis, you can’t help but feel angry along with all the other emotions. My heart goes out to everyone that has been touched by the evil of that sad, cruel, shocking night.
Written by Isobel Bowdery.
You never think it will happen to you. It was just a friday night at a rock show. the atmosphere was so happy and everyone was dancing and smiling. and then when the men came through the front entrance and began the shooting, we naiively believed it was all part of the show. It wasn’t just a terrorist attack, it was a massacre. Dozens of people were shot right infront of me. Pools of blood filled the floor. Cries of grown men who held their girlfriends dead bodies pierced the small music venue. Futures demolished, families heartbroken. in an instant. Shocked and alone, I pretended to be dead for over an hour, lying among people who could see their loved ones motionless.. Holding my breath, trying to not move, not cry – not giving those men the fear they longed to see. I was incredibly lucky to survive. But so many didn’t. The people who had been there for the exact same reasons as I – to have a fun friday night were innocent. This world is cruel. And acts like this are suppose to highlight the depravity of humans and the images of those men circuling us like vultures will haunt me for the rest of my life. The way they meticoulsy aimed at shot people around the standing area i was in the centre of without any consideration for human life. It didn’t feel real. i expected any moment for someone to say it was just a nightmare. But being a survivor of this horror lets me able to shed light on the heroes. To the man who reassured me and put his life on line to try and cover my brain whilst i whimpered, to the couple whose last words of love kept me believing the good in the world, to the police who succeded in rescuing hundreds of people, to the complete strangers who picked me up from the road and consoled me during the 45 minutes I truly believed the boy i loved was dead, to the injured man who i had mistaken for him and then on my recognition that he was not Amaury, held me and told me everything was going to be fine despite being all alone and scared himself, to the woman who opened her doors to the survivors, to the friend who offered me shelter and went out to buy new clothes so i wouldnt have to wear this blood stained top, to all of you who have sent caring messages of support – you make me believe this world has the potential to be better. to never let this happen again. but most of this is to the 80 people who were murdered inside that venue, who weren’t as lucky, who didnt get to wake up today and to all the pain that their friends and families are going through. I am so sorry. There’s nothing that will fix the pain. I feel priviledged to be there for their last breaths. And truly beliving that I would join them, I promise that their last thoughts were not on the animals who caused all this. It was thinking of the people they loved. As i lay down in the blood of strangers and waiting for my bullet to end my mere 22 years, I envisioned every face that I have ever loved and whispered I love you. over and over again. reflecting on the highlights of my life. Wishing that those i love knew just how much, wishing that they knew that no matter what happened to me, to keep belieivng in the good in people. to not let those men win. Last night, the lives of many were forever changed and it is up to us to be better people. to live lives that the innocent victims of this tragedy dreamt about but sadly will now never be able to fulfil. RIP angels. You will never be forgotten.
Pierre-louis was shot when out enjoying his youth with friends at the concert at Bataclan.
My heart goes out to Sophia and Michel and their family. 😢
So tragic and uncalled for.