As the sun went down over Southport last night, I wondered how the families of their murdered and severely injured children were feeling. Their pain must be unbearable. The scars will never heal. The country grieves for them, unable to comprehend how such evil can be perpetrated on the innocent. Yet within hours of the Southport murders, the nearby streets were taken over by a very different kind of person, those for whom common decency is a concept they could never grasp. And yesterday, towns and cities, including my own, were the scenes of further carnage, of violence, criminal damage and even looting because nothing quite expresses sympathy for the families of the dead and injured like looting Shoe Zone, Greggs and JD Sports.
Have the coked-up, pissed-up men and women who engaged in sheer criminality last night no sense of understanding of how people are coming to terms with their loss and fears for their children? I can only imagine they have no sense of empathy nor sympathy because they are probably too thick. After all, many of them believed that the alleged Southport killer was a Muslim asylum seeker, when it was made clear right from the start that he wasn’t. But the lawlessness continued, which must mean the objection list must include people of colour, not just those who follow the “wrong” God. This, we now know, reflects their true colours.
Stephen Yaxley-Lennon skipped the country while his right hand man Danny Tomo (Daniel Thomas) was saying “every city has to go up. I’m ready. I’m ready to go” he screamed, only like his boss, he went missing, too. It’s right out of the Farage playbook, to use inflammatory language in order to fire up the hot heads and then disappear, twice-removed from the hellscape they created.
Meanwhile, the parents of these beautiful little girls are mere footnotes, while the thugs claim the streets. They were not forgotten by the shock troops because they were never thought of in the first place. A few grams of Charlie and a crate of White Lightning and suddenly the only thing that matters is destruction. Later, I hope, they will too find their lives destroyed when coppers arrive at their front door at 6.00 am, kick it in and frogmarch the criminals to the nearest police station that hasn’t yet been burned down.
And it is the loved ones of the murdered little girls I think about more than I do the pedlars of hate. Like you, I have been through loss in my life, though nothing like this, and I understand how painful it is. The losses most of us endure are generally private, await from the noise. For the families of these little girls, the noise must be deafening. All they want is to grieve, a period of silence before they bury their own children or hope and pray that the severely injured children recover. Yet while they are suffering, thousands of idiots just make things worse for everyone.
I am no hanger and flogger, but I do hope the courts thrown the book at those found guilty and send them to the already overcrowded prisons for years to come, to give them plenty of time to consider what absolute shits they’ve become, quarterwits of the lowest order, brainwashed by the cheerleaders of fascism.
But the life sentences will be saved for the families of the victims and the survivors. They always are. That’s the grim reality that the dunderheads on the streets will never grasp. Hopefully, they will soon be the dunderheads in prison. For the longer, the better.
