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.