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There have been lots of terrorist comparisons recently - mostly between Al Quaeda and the 'Ra. Now, I grew up believing that Martin McGuinness was basically the antichrist (an opinion that has been but slightly tempered as the years went by). I still slam the door in the faces of Sinn Fein candidates when they call at election times as soon as I see the badge, usually when they're in mid-sentence. I am disgusted by the hypocrisy of a party that claims to be a left-wing one and yet feeds off pure anti-British bigotry to the extent that it honours a Nazi-collaborator purely because he was "against the Brits". And yet this piece in the Grauniad by Lionel Shriver really rubbed me up the wrong way. I agree with her outrage that SF MPs can claim the benefits of their office while not taking their seats. And I agree that people forget pretty quickly what McGuinness et al were (ALLEGEDLY!) responsible for (not my mother, I might add - she refused to talk to him at a DC function a few years ago. You go, principled Moots!). But some of the piece reads as if what happened there happened in some sort of vacuum, a world in which Bloody Sunday didn't happen, in which Catholics weren't gerrymandered out of their votes. Especially this bit:
Having their cake and decrying it too, Sinn Fein has helped to eviscerate the RUC while continuing to whinge about the awful meanies in the police.

There was never any justification for killing or hurting RUC officers - I think that goes without saying. But to write as if there wasn't a pretty serious reason why a huge chunk of the population of Northern Ireland had little trust in the RUC is just plain stupid. And, yeah, bigoted.


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Jul. 12th, 2005 11:52 am (UTC)
Gosh, she's self-important, isn't she? Even the bit on the Olympics is irritating.
Jul. 12th, 2005 04:34 pm (UTC)
My, she's awfully good at knowing everything isn't she? What an annoying, appallingly one-eyed cow.

And, superficially, I just want to call her and say "You know what? We don't give a fuck about how New Yorkers react to us getting the Olympics. We honestly don't care."
Jul. 12th, 2005 12:11 pm (UTC)
God, what a snarky, sub-LJ article that is. I would just like to point out that roughly FOUR MILLION PEOPLE voted that self-same agreement that she hates so much into law, because they thought that peace was well worth the proposals it contained. If Tony Blair is moral mayonnaise, so are all of us who supported him and Bertie Ahern and David Trimble and John Hume and the rest of the pro-agreement political camp, back in 1998, not all that long ago. Or are all Irish people just potential terrorists too?
Jul. 12th, 2005 04:35 pm (UTC)
Well, you know, it's your accent, it makes people nervous.

Gah. I can't believe the Guardian ran such shite.
Jul. 12th, 2005 05:05 pm (UTC)
Well, I suppose they did employ the vile Julie Burchill for years, who said even worse things about Ireland on a weekly basis (unsurprisingly given that she's a revolting, squeaky-voiced xenophobic gee-bag).
Jul. 12th, 2005 05:02 pm (UTC)
Of course we are! Bring back internment, that's what I say.

I was so pissed off at the revolting smug tone that it didn't even occur to me that I myself was complicit in terrorism-appeasement myself. And there I was thinking that perhaps by voting yes to the GFA I might have been doing something positive. What sort of ivory fucking tower does she live in?
Jul. 12th, 2005 03:14 pm (UTC)
God, that's an irritating, pig-ignorant article.
Jul. 12th, 2005 05:04 pm (UTC)
I actually have her Orange-winning novel sitting in my TBR pile (I got it free through work) and I can't bring myself to read it now. I have to admit, I was biased against her for changing her name to Lionel to get taken more seriously as a writer.
Jul. 13th, 2005 07:12 am (UTC)
My god. It's like talking to my mother in 1985.
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