By Under Dog
Is anyone else out there in the least bit suspicious about the real origins of the bomb at Fort Railway station that did no damage when the station was mostly empty on a platform that doesn’t get used a hell of a lot? Is the LTTE honestly this bad in planning out attacks against civilians, given their bloody record in the past?
Wonder if it’s similar to the bomb that blew up a phone booth near Regal cinema several minutes after the air force commander was supposed to pass by? Hmmm…or the claymore that went off in a part of the city so heavily guarded that if you piss in any direction you’d hit the foot of either Air Force or Army personnel? Or the claymore that blew up Mr What’s-his-name, Minister of something or another?
Or the bomb in the clothing store that the bomb squad never reached forty-five minutes after they were notified, and only blew up because ninny-scissor-hands directing traffic decided to cut the blue wire in the middle of the street (it’s the red wire dammit!–doesn’t anyone watch movies anymore!?). Or the claymores that we tend to keep “finding,” so conveniently placed that the police can pick it up on their way to the office?
Honestly, I’m scared. So scared in fact I forgot all about the price of gas, if only for a moment. Didn’t you forget as well?
[Editors note: In light of this short submission, readers are encouraged to recall And now for something completely different – “Victor Claymore”! by Sunanda Deshapriya and the ensuing comments.]