We’re all MANCHESTER “STRONG”!™ now. This week. In another two or three weeks, it’ll be someplace else. But after we hold hands, sing a John Lennon song, light some candles, and have ourselves yet another good cry, we’ll all feel a whole lot better about our weak-willed cowardice. To the latest dead: so sorry, but your deaths will go unavenged, and we won’t be doing a single damned thing to lend them at least some meaning by seeing to it that the animals who slaughtered you suffer in full measure for their atrocities and will thereby be persuaded that it might be best to leave us the hell alone.
And now back to telling ourselves how STRONG!™ and invincible we all are; how resolute, how determined; and how DIVERSITY IS OUR STRENGTH and WE STAND TOGETHER and YOU WILL NEVER DIVIDE US and all the rest of that meaningless, pathetic folderol. Strong hint to the mewling kittens of the enfeebled West: if you’re always the ones crying, you assuredly are NOT winning.