You have to love the English.
I certainly do, and not just because I'm married to one (well, OK, Anglo-Irish). I mean, look how they've responded to the recent attacks by deranged terrorists -- and deranged politicians:
- The British Transport Police officer who waded in to confront the three men armed with knives carrying only a baton. He was seriously injured, as was an off-duty member of the Metropolitan Police who also tried to intervene.
- A nurse rushing to help the wounded and dying, was herself murdered. She was born in Australia, but seems to have adapted well to the prevailing English mindset.
- And then there's perhaps my favourite: "Fuck you -- I'm Millwall" Roy Larner who charged the three all by himself inside the Black&Blue pub, allowing others to flee through the exits (Millwall is a southeast London football team.) He too was badly wounded.
And then there's the political front:
- London Mayor Sadiq Khan's office on taunts from Donald Trump: "He has more important things to do than respond to (his) ill-informed tweet that deliberately takes out of context (Khan's) remarks urging Londoners not to be alarmed when they saw more police — including armed officers — on the streets."
And that pretty much exemplifies the spirit of the people. They've seen it all before, from the Zeppelin raids of the First War to the Blitz in the Second to IRA bombs.
It's become almost a cliche, really -- the "Keep Calm and Carry On" attitude that says nothing is going to faze them.
And I love it.