If it had been my neighbors’ house on fire, with children inside, and the lady of the house pleading for someone to rescue her children, the cops would’ve had the choice of moving aside, at gun point if necessary, or being shot so I could attempt the rescue wearing the gas mask I keep in the boot of my auto.

That high pitched jet engine sound emanating from St. Paul’s Cathedral are Lords Nelson and Wellington spinning at hypersonic velocity in their sarcophagi. It is no wonder that Rule, Britannia! is no longer heard in the U.K! Bunch of fu—ing pansies!

Here in the U.S. most police vehicles have the slogan “To Protect and to Serve” emblazoned on the side. There must still be some worthwhile coppers in the U.K. but at the moment I’d be willing to trade one hick town deputy sheriff from nowhereville U.S.A. for an entire company of London constables.

Contrast the police actions in this case with those of the NYPD on 9/11!