Yesterday’s attack in Westminster marked the anniversary of the attack on Brussels last year. It also occurred within 24 hours of the death of Martin McGuinness.

Which is an interesting tale of what happens to terrorists when they get old. They become peacemakers. And then we forgive them and hail them as heroes and they get to meet the Queen.

Because ‘freedom fighters’ always have a point, a case to make, they have a cause. The IRA had a cause and ISIS have a cause. And we, the normal, regular, minding-our-own-business citizens of free, democratic countries, are the victims elect of the demonstrations of the cause. So we ignore them and hope they’ll go away or simply play the statistical probability game, security in numbers, and simply pray that ‘it doesn’t happen to us’. Not that we don’t fear, not we don’t care about those poor people yesterday who died or were horrendously injured by the as yet unnamed motherfucker of a cowardly piece of jihadi shit, because we do. Deeply. But we have to carry on. Firstly because otherwise the motherfuckers win, and secondly because there’s probably more chance of Arsenal winning the league this year than of me or my loved ones getting caught up in that kind of shitstorm. Statistically speaking. Optimistically.

Martin McGuinness was at the head of the most violent, murderous terrorist organisation that the ‘civilised west’ has ever known. He killed enemies. Well, it was a kind of ‘war’, so that’s almost understandable, if not forgivable. But he also bombed pubs. Here, in England. Birmingham, Guildford, London. The IRA blew up Brent Cross flyover one Friday night. It woke us up. Close, but no cigar. Murdered innocent people. Blew up the hotel in Brighton to try and kill Maggie Thatcher, but missed her and others were killed or terribly injured. He organised the death of the Queen’s cousin, Louis Mountbatten, for fuck’s sake.

I can’t help but draw parallels, its just how my mind works. For all the good that Martin McGinness achieved in his later life I could never forgive him for the sadistic evil her perpetrated for two decades when he was younger. Because there is never, ever a reason or a cause that could ever justify killing innocent people. If you do that, your cause is lost.

Maybe McGuinness is today borrowing some of yesterday’s jihadi’s ‘virgins’ in Hell. I’d rather think they’re bubbling away in an eternity of boiling oil, watching re-runs of 1-nil Arsenal games.

Shaken but not stirred

A xxxx