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Sergeant Torquil Campbell (left) and Constable Stewart Ferguson, who tackled the two men after the attack
From the article:
Mr Ferguson, who is based in Paisley, said of his attempt to save the burning man: “It never entered my consciousness to walk away from the guy - I would have been failing in my duty."
May God Bless all Police and other emergency workers who have similar dedication....they truly are the 'thin blue line' that stands between a civil, safe society and utter madness.
Apparently, the British media and political elite are also resigned to death.
That statement is true of all Islamofascists.
Mr Campbell, 49, said: “They were just waiting for death. The fact that they were still alive perplexed them a little bit and they didn’t know what to do.”
It’s too bad they gotta wait a liitle longer!!
Rack these cops or Snugs you say Constables RIGHT
Related Link:
http://iowahawk.typepad.com/iowahawk/2007/07/that-didnt-go-s.html
Okay, so Bilal and I get psyched up, check all the equipment to make sure it’s ready for a big boom, point the Jeep at the terminal, and mash the throttle. I’m shouting “Allahu Akbar,” and Bilal’s shouting “Allahu Akbar” and “Go Martyrs” just like the old pep squad days at CJU. And I’m thinking, “oil up them virgins Allah, ‘cause Dr. K’s luck is about to change.” BAAAAM! Right into the glass.
I was probably out for a two, three seconds. Bilal and I peeled our broken noses out of the airbags, which meant we were still alive, which meant the goddamn cannisters didn’t explode, again. Maybe we went through into the terminal and killed some infidels, I thought, then I saw we hadn’t made it in more than a couple inches into the terminal. I mean, WTF? The Jeep salesman kept going on about how the Jeep was this awesome unstoppable American SUV that crusader cowboys use to bulldoze their way through mountain forests, with an easy payment plan, and the damn thing can’t make it through a bloody plate glass window. I restart the engine and now the piece of sh** just sits there spinning the tyres. “All wheel traction,” my arse.
Okay, plan B. Bilal and I start pushing backup detonation buttons and cell codes. A couple of pops, but they were all duds. Then I see the cops coming at me.
As Allah is my witness, I really can’t explain what happened next; maybe it was stress, or confusion, or frustration. Whatever the reason, I decided it was a reasonable idea at that point to pour a can of petrol over my head and hit the Bic.
After reading that, I’m sure that a few hundred others have come to the same conclusion as I: there is no dealing with these people. There is no negotiating with these people. We have nothing in common with them. They are not of the same species as we are.