I'm sorry, I thought I was living in Britain.

I'd love to think that I don't live in a country where armed police chase a bloke onto a train, trip him up then pump bullets into his brain infront of a carriage full of passengers.

I'm wrong, however.

You know, even if the guy was wearing a TNT overcoat, even if he was a bona fide terrorist intent on blowing up as many people as possible, I can't help feeling that this really wasn't the way to stop him, y'know?

I hate guns. I really do. I've shot an air rifle or two in my time and that's all well and dandy, but I was also living in Birmingham City Centre at the time of the G7 conference when Bill Clinton had a pint in a pub not half a mile from my flat. There were policemen with machine guns on the corner of my road. That disturbed me greatly.

British police don't carry guns. It's so out of character that it makes you stare, it makes you scared. You piss off a British bobby and he can pump you full of 20 rounds per second. I mean jeez!

And then this. Executed. Pushed to the floor and shot, shot, shot, shot and shot again. By a British Bobby.

It's just wrong. That's not the country I live in.

It's all very well having websites declaring "We're not scared" but what kind of emotion makes someone do that to a suspect? How scared of what that guy might do were we if we can ratify that kind of death?

I can click a link and see the faces of eight suicide bombers. Four of them are still alive. One of them was not the bloke who got executed yesterday. I'm not comfortable with that. You open the pictures, you watch the CCTV and the home videos of these normal looking people, average joes going about their business, and you try and grasp the intent going through their minds. You try and square up the actions of these normal people and the knowledge that in their heads, they want to kill all the people they meet. They want to die in a blaze of martyred glory in the name of whatever it is they believe.

I understand that one of this Thursday's bombers stood next to a mother and baby. he looked into that baby's face and knew he was going to kill it. It's incomprehensible. I just can't take it in.

And beside all this, life goes on. On the street just next to the Tube station where the guy was executed, everything appeared to be carrying on as normal. The scrolling news ticker on my taskbar keeps on rolling around all the Big Brother and TV news I've set it to show. But we know, we all know that right in our midst are people who the Police believe need to be cornered and shot in the head repeatedly.

I can't look at society in the same way again. I've suggested before that we're living with the enemy. That actually the government who rules us are just as much the bad guys as the terrorists. And although I know that extreme times force good people to do bad things, I can't help thinking that a line has been crossed. Not now, but a while back. we're living in dark times where no-one is right and everyone's a target because the State decided to make it's citizens the enemy too.

I said it a long time ago, and I'm seeing it reiterated over and again: For every extremist you kill, Mr Bush, Mr Blair, you create a family of anti-christian, anti-western extremists. You create another figurehead, another martyr for your enemies to justify their actions in the name of.

There's a scene in one Doctor Who story where the Doctor strides out into the middle of a big gunfight and yells "There will be no more killing here today!". I love that scene. I wish someone would do that, could do that.

Where is it all going to end? Answers on a postcard to the usual address.