9/11, 7/7 London, Bataclan, Charlie Hebdo, Nice, Berlin to name just a few. You would think surely out of all those ruined lives there would be one relative, close or distant, one person who just feels so aggrieved at having their loved one taken that they would spend it if they had it but otherwise beg, borrow or steal it then dedicate their life to revolution, retribution, vengence and justice. but in reality... no. not a whisper. not a campaign. not a group. not a posse. not a political party. nothing. I'd go apeshit if some muzz punched my sister nevermind killed her with a massive truck. people eh? what can you do? i feel nothing in common with these relatives of the deceased.