Another Friday.  Another terrorist scare.  Belgium uncovered a plot against various European nations, France, Holland, Germany amongst others.  Tonight two of the suspected terrorist were caught in France trying to cross into Italy.  We seem to be more a center of refuge than a target.  I suppose that's good and bad.  Good because I don't have to worry much about having my legs blown off whilst drinking my cappuccino.  Bad because there is an enormous number of illegals in this country.  Apart from being an economic weight, it's also scary because you don't who they are.  A few years back they found a big terrorist cell based in Milan.  Their targets were elsewhere but this is where they chose to be based.  I think it's because Italy, and probably Spain, are a half-way point for Middle Eastern folk.  Half-way geographically and half-way culturally.  What is the expression?  You don't shit in your own yard? 

People, meaning the teachers at school, are still talking about the march in Paris.  It's funny but it's sort of like kids in school.  The US was the kid that's too cool to show up.  The French, Italians, Germans and British were the front row center popular ones.  My Canadian friend mentioned that Canada was well represented but that nobody noticed as he was in the back row.  The Saudis and Israelis were the International kids.  They are cool but never really understood nor trusted so kept at a distance.  The Far Easterns, South Americans and Africans are the fringe kids, out of the fray or preoccupied with their own issues and don't get involved in the discussions. 

Talking about crazy fanatics, I watched "The Interview" yesterday to see what all the hype is about.  Obviously no one in North Korea watched the film before proclaiming it an act of war.  It's amazingly stupid.  There is no way it can be taken as more than an example of dumb guys in man caves bad taste in movies.  Really more offensive to the US mentality than to NK. 

Sun is out!  Off for a walk.  xxoo me 

My fear is that it's only just begun.  xxoo me