Life's been good and ordinary. No 6-4 topless women strolling in areas of commerce and no childhood friends trying to sell me firearms. Nevertheless I feel like I have a lot to say. It's just a matter of remembering what.

I'll just start with the latest bombshell, no pun intended. The attacks in London. Here's a thought: the media truly is a terrorist's best friend. Without its coverage, his mission'd be pointless.

The media provide terrorist groups free commercial air time by broadcasting their tapes. They bring glory to them simply by announcing their responsibility or printing the names of the individual terrorists and, in many cases, their pictures.

No wonder terrorism is an attractive field for impoverished, disgruntled, bored young men hungry for some acclaim. And 72 celestial cherries.