Mohamed took a truck and drove it into men, women and children celebrating Bastille day in Nice. He killed 84.

And who yet knows of the horrors still to spew from hospital wards - lives fractured, crumpled, crushed.

One minute they were jubilant, locals and tourists alike celebrating Bastille day together. The next, lying splintered on the floor.

And the most sickening thing of all - worse than spilt blood, fractured bodies, children with legs contorted out of human control, the reek of death, is our horribly sanitised response to it all.

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People in Sydney gather for a solemn vigil in the wake of a suspected terror attack in France, where more than 80 were killed

Pathetic. Predictably impotent.

Evil mowed us down in a monster truck. And we tweeted like lethargic birds between Egyptian cotton sheets.

Celebrities rushed to social media with their message 'not again', designers comforted with a patriotic graphic, tea candles were lit and instagrammed. There will be a vigil in a public square. Again.

A hashtag is born #PrayForNice, exploding into a thousand others as people want to #PrayFor France or #PrayForHumanity, failing to acknowledge the horrible truth that this attack was done in some spurious god's name. You want to pray for Nice? You think religion will help solve this?

Religion and its bonkers side-shoots are the problem.

Politicians tell us to stand united. The Prime Minister of France has said he will not allow the country to be destabilised. President Hollande reminds us terrorism will not be tolerated.

Well big news: France IS destabilised - in a perpetual state of Emergency. We do not stand united. We are divided, we are ripped apart. And yet we tolerate it every time.

We do not stand strong. We sit like ducks. Waiting to be shot. Helpless, pathetic, slow.

We are reminded to be more tolerant. Liberal lefties takes to the airways lecturing at us, not to react. To remind us of the good and humanity in most people.

Muslim mayors stand and tell us we will be there, shoulder-to-shoulder with France, reminding us Mohamed has nothing to do with ordinary Muslims or Islam.

As with every other time, someone from the BBC informs us many of the victims will have been Muslim, as if that helps.

Trying to give credence to the notion Islam can't be blamed because Muslims died too. And again, we hear a familiar refrain.

He was known to the police, but still able to get a truck and plough people down, weaving wildly to target families in fear, all in his god's name.

He was a French national from Tunisia. (Why are they always French-Tunisians, never Tunisian/French? What do you think he called himself?)

People lay flowers in the street of Nice to pay tribute to the victims the day after a gunman smashed a truck into a crowd of revellers celebrating Bastille Day

He was a French National because France - like Britain - is an extraordinarily tolerant nation; accepting of new, integrating migrants, opening its arms to welcome those from elsewhere.

Too tolerant. And that needs to stop.

Don't spend three days in National mourning. Spend three days hunting down all those known to have links to terror and work out whether they really deserve a place in France.

Are they an asset or a liability? Are they part of a solution or the problem?

And if they are part of the problem get rid. Or at least get put under lock and key.

We voted to leave the EU and thank god we did. Free movement of people is also free movement of those with links to terror. Free movement of a suicide bomber. Or of a man who can laugh as he drives over children and destroys lives.

I am shouting for positive action. For something to be done. For countries to act against terror. Not sit and react amongst the carnage.

Predictably I am called Islamophobic.

A phobia is an irrational fear of something. Like spiders. Or men in speedos.

I am not Islamophobic. I have an entirely RATIONAL fear based on the fact these horrors find home in some form of that religion. I have no hate. Only a powerful intolerance of those who murder.

And I look to the people of France and tell them. Do not light a candle, hold a vigil in a public square or share a hashtag. Do not stand united against terror or spend three days mourning.

Catalan politicians hold a minute of silence outside the Generalitat Palace in Spain, the day after the attack

Take all this emotion and bundle it into energy for action, for change.

This is not sustainable. We are not bowling pins. Ready to be knocked down and replaced by the the naive, the believers in multiculturalism. Imagining there is tolerance.

Your hashtags and pretty pictures might make you feel better. But they solve nothing. You are self-medicating on nonsense.

We need action. We need all those with links to terror and ISIS rounded up. Secured. Locked down. We need to deport those we can't control, control those we can't deport.

France needs to change tack.

The enemy knows you talk about unity while holding a tea candle. They laugh at you as they run you over in a truck or open fire in your restaurants or clubs.

You cannot continue to be tolerant. You, the French, are broken. We are broken.

And until we acknowledge that we will not get well.

A few months ago doctors needed to fracture my skull to cure me of epilepsy. And now we need to mend ourselves. Not just heal.

We need to go through more pain to end it this terminal threat of attack.

We need action. Not reaction. We don't need liberals preaching tolerance.

We don't need another hashtag. Don't #PrayForNice like sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Do something.