Nous rendrons pas à la terreur.
Vive la liberté.
Why is every tragedy in recent times converted into a month of voyeuristic journalism which largely feeds the twisted psyche of the terrorists? The second heinous attack within a year on Paris received a reactive onslaught of speculations; postulations; presuppositions and theorizing second by minute by hour, repeatedly. TV folk who usually tour their government war zones in spotless flack-jackets miles from danger, turned their artificial eye of concern once more in 2015 to the City of Lights. Here at least, a better class of hotel was guaranteed after a hard day of repetitive mawkishness.
Tragic events which reach a scale of numbers get this media treatment. Talk bordering on the salacious is contrived to appear as empathy.
I ask. Would a day of descriptive reporting followed by respectful silence not suffice. The family of each victim will have a lifetime to carry the burden.
Since La Marseillaise et le Tricolour have been abducted by the assemblage, I’ll leave my profound sympathy with memories of La Ville Lumière