Is there anyone more blindly tendentious and ultimately witless than John Hinderaker?
Fortunately, there is an antidote:
But last Wednesday just before 10 p.m., when he heard a loud explosion and saw people running across the platform, he gripped his microphone and calmly directed a panicked crowd toward the safest exit. The station, Victoria Terminus, it turned out, was suddenly under attack, the beginning of a three-day siege by a handful of young, heavily armed gunmen.
Read the whole article. Somehow I imagine if Hinderaker were there, he'd be busy evacuating - his bowels.



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