A Tangled Web

Feeney's Prattle

 

The ne plus ultra of journalistic bitchiness this week turns his attention to the ongoing controversy over the rights of a few Orangemen, and their supporters, to parade along a publicly funded thoroughfare in their own United Kingdom.  His amphigorical spite is used in support of the poor, subjugated 'Fenians' (his word, not mine) who came close to taking in the lives of soldiers administering the policing of the parade in North Belfast; whilst his deprecatory bile is targeted at the members of the Orange Order who, in the twisted mind of Dr Bri, are basically part of a weirdo marching sect'  less than a 'cigarette paper's' width away from 'loyalist terrorists.'

 

Mmm, unusual slant Bri.  And there's you constantly and consistently cheering on the party which is very definitely less than the width of an atomic nucleus away from the most dedicated killing machine in Western Europe, with the most uberous quantity of weapons: armaments which, six years after the commencement of a 'peace' agreement dedicated to bestowing political legitimacy on IRA terrorists, are still no closer to being decommissioned.  Let's face it, only the draconian curtailment of all manifestations of pro-Union culture in Northern Ireland would be enough to satisfy the likes of Feeney. 



As for the 'Trojan horse' analogy, my mind recalls Helen of Tory.  Hers was the face that 'launched a thousand ships.' When one sits back and realises that Brian Feeney is the critic whose pen launched a thousand bigots, you are very much closer to the correct invocation of a Trojan analogy.