Nothing. The two young men are not humiliated, just vacuous. They might possibly have parasites in their brains. Toxocara roundworms, carried by animals that are common in poor areas, lay their larva in sand and grass, where they are picked up and from there make their way to the brain and cause significant cognitive damage. Bye-bye. One of the two is studying electrical engineering. The other isn’t studying anything. The two dumbasses live with the mother of one of the morons. A single mom, textile refiner. What? Doesn’t matter. The two youths spend most of their time lying on the sofa watching terrorist videos. Or pornos. The effect is the same. A stiffy. Good Western citizens are constantly faced with the mystery of terrorists. What made them like that, so hard, so inhuman? What drove them to it? It must have been real hardship. Meaning, the attackers must have been humiliated, lived through a tough childhood with an unloving, aggressive father from the Arab world. While searching for a father figure, they’d tumbled into the open arms of a preacher of hate, become radicalized, stopped listening to their mothers, because contempt for women goes without saying. They’d been discriminated against, unemployed, and angry. Also because sex isn’t an option for an unmarried Muslim and so on. As if any woman would get in bed with these dolts. Nobody seems to recognize the possibility that there are just complete fucking idiots, people who inflate frogs, slit open cats, because they’re bored to the point of insanity. Well now. The two loll on the sofa and satisfy themselves orally with chips. “We should attack the electrical system,” says one. The other looks up from his porn film. “Cool. Or—we could blow up Victoria station.” “Cool,” says the first, looking online for explosives. “It sounds complicated. Or wait—maybe a lorry would do the trick. Can you drive a lorry?” “No, I don’t know how to drive a lorry.” Right, neither of them can drive a lorry. They look for automatic weapons at an illegal online market. “Hey,” says one of the buddies. “How does Bitcoin work?” Another hour passes while the two of them try to set up a Bitcoin account. “Maybe something with a machete?” suggests one of them, wandering into the kitchen to butter some toast with margarine. The other has already pulled up machetespecialists.com and ordered two of the things. They spend the evening watching snuff videos. “We can go to Soho. And slaughter a few poofs.” “Cool, and then we’ll kill ourselves.” “Right, but how?” “We’ll count to five and then chop each other’s heads off.” “Formidable.”

Google Clips is always on. The tiny camera which decides on its own when to record things. For absolutely authentic shots.

MI5 PIET

“Yes, that’s correct. It’s always on. Of these two utter morons I can only say: Who cares?”

THE ATTACKERS