Luckily, I was nowhere near the latest horror show where a 29 year-old man drove a Home Depot rental truck, down a westside bike path killing 8 innocent, unsuspecting people, including 5 visitors from Argentina and one from Belgium, who probably just paid their respects at the September 11th, Memorial.
A guess, but a good one.
The Argentine nationals were part of a group of friends celebrating the 30th anniversary of their high school graduation.
Beside the 8, 11 more were injured, including the shooter, Sayfullo Saipov, a Uzbek immigrant who until recently had been living in Tampa, Florida.
Inside his rental truck a handwritten note was found declaring his allegiance to ISIS, according to The Wall Street Journal.
And you wonder why everyone objects to tighter immigration laws. I’m no Trump fan, but after living through 9/11, plus several other terrifying events, I see why it’s necessary.
And I’m always amazed how young these men are who commit these acts in the name of ISIS, the acronym for the Islamic State, who claim they didn’t direct it, but this kid, and yes, he’s a kid in my opinion, still has had his mind twisted by them inspiring his actions.
Just look where it took place, near New York’s biggest graveyard, because despite the grandeur of the museum, the land it’s built on, echoes the fallen.
So, he returns to pay his respects by killing 8 more. Apparently you can download an ISIS, Do-It-Yourself Kill Kit, that shows you how.
I was way uptown when my friend Joanne, from Tampa, who may have even lived near this guy, emailed, she was worried about me but didn’t say why.
As I went about my day, casually wondering, what happened now, since New Yorkers, including myself, have become accustomed to sudden events such as what happened yesterday. As my friend Jackie used to say, it’s the price of doing business, living in New York.
Frankly, I’m tired of doing business with the likes of theses extremists who can rent a truck, buy firearms, deciding, I think I’ll kill a few Americans today, and if I’m lucky, toss in a couple of tourists, for good measure.
I will pray for the victims, on my knees, in the grace of not being one of them.