A Tangled Web

Soulless Vultures

 

Do you all remember the massive crowds who came out to line the streets of West Belfast during the funeral of Jean McConville?  No, neither do I!  That was because this brave woman was taken to her final resting place along largely empty streets as the republican disciples of West Belfast's suburbia hid in their hovels - well away from the media glare.



Jean McConville was a Catholic mother-of-ten who came to the aid of a dying British soldier in an IRA terrorist attack in December 1972.  For offering comfort to a dying servant of HM Forces, she was abducted and taken to the Beechmount area of West Belfast where she was tortured and murdered before being secretly buried on an isolated stretch of beach across the border in Co Louth.  The Provisionals offered a sickeningly insincere apology wholly for propaganda purposes, providing vague indications as to the whereabouts of her remains.   Her body was eventually exhumed some 28 years later.



Why do I resurrect the story of McConville today?  The answer is simple.  It is due to the fact that, in a few hours time, the streets which were silent at the time of her funeral will be literally heaving with the cerebrally challenged, the sick of mind, and those for whom terrorist lickspittling provides some sort of perverted gratification, as Joe Cahill, the IRA Chief of Staff at the time of Mrs McConville's abduction, is taken to Milltown Cemetery following his long-overdue death last week.  Mark 'A Legend in His Own Mind' McGregor from Slugger O'Toole even hopes to be there in his capacity as Sinn Fein/IRA party member (I don't remember Mr McGregor stating that he paid his respects to Jean McConville). 



The crowds expected to line the streets today only embolden my opinion that people who vote for Sinn Fein/IRA (and the miniscule number who endorse the proxies of loyalist terrorism) are not voting for terrorists because of the political dividends they bring to their respective communities.  They do so because they themselves are so utterly repulsive in their beliefs, they see absolutely nothing wrong in cheering on murderers, torturers, extortionists, drug dealers, smugglers, child beaters and the like.  For them, any form of evil is justified on the basis that it can be justified in the name of a contorted, historically erroneous ideology.  Only people with principles so low could use a myriad of patently transparent lies to excuse their electoral preferences.  It is they who will have their Warholian 15 minutes of fame this afternoon.  The crowds will, in all likelihood, mill around Cahill's coffin like bacteria, for they have about as much in the way of conscience as bacteria.