I swear, another Thursday night, just a week after Dallas. Again, sitting down, settling down for the evening watching the news, and again a breakaway to another massacre, this time in Nice, France. Reports of videos too horrific to even show; verbal reports of some eyewitnesses were graphic and saddening enough. The handiwork of another millennial radical. The devil has been busy this July, the rotten bastard, and I rebuke him in the name of Jesus. Say my old prayer, may Mary’s mantle fall over you in the name of Jesus and chase you back to hell. As I said once before in a previous post, gun control is not the answer. In Boston it was a pressure cooker bomb; in Nice, a truck, on the hijacked airplanes of 9/11, box cutters.