Ed Lines

THE fall-out from the murder by Islamic fanatics of Drummer Lee Rigby has been fascinating to watch. Depressing, but fascinating.

Most people of all colours and faiths shared initially in the shock, the mutual grief for a young man needlessly lost, the pain for his family. And then came ‘the back story’ – the bigger picture.

One community was ready and prepared for just this moment. One nation wasn’t.

Ever since July 7th, 2005, a murderous attack like Woolwich has been a matter only of time and opportunity.

Terrorism on this level could never be entirely preventable. Indeed the fact that the police and MI5 have succeeded in keeping such mayhem off our streets for almost eight years is truly remarkable.

It borders on miraculous, as evidenced by the complete fluke of the abortive bomb attack on Dewsbury town centre last summer and subsequent capture of the failed bombers.

(By the way, have you noticed how swiftly that passed into the ‘so what?’ history of the British media? No blood, no bodies, no big deal).

When the inevitable happened and a young soldier was murdered, the lid blew right off the pan. Seeing where the spillage ran has been very telling.

When a ‘British’ government one day replaces the Supreme Court with a Sharee Council – I’ll be long gone, but it’s coming – I hope one of the next generation’s chroniclers will look back to this period in time, and place last week’s impressive PR coup for the Islamist movement in its proper context.

One after another, spokesmen lined up to condemn and to offer the prayers of “the 99 per cent of Muslims outraged by this act”.

On a human level I hope and trust that was sincere. But how swiftly the story evolved – ably assisted by our complicit, fawning ministers – smoothly shifting focus from condemnation of Lee Rigby’s murder into a sob story for that “demonised, innocent 99 per cent”.

As the BBC showed its true colours cosying up to hate preacher Anjem Choudary and elevating the furious EDL protestors onto virtually the same hate-level as Lee Rigby’s murderers, his killers, Michaels Adebolajo and Adebolawe, were neatly ring-fenced into a tiny ‘not us’ minority along with such as 7/7 bomber Mohammed Siddique Khan and the wilder clerics like Abu Hamza.

“The Koran is a book of peace … to kill one man is to kill mankind” was the refrain. And from David Cameron down, people fell over themselves to swallow the implied fiction.

 

THE Koran may be a holy book of peace, but modern Islamism is not a religion, peaceful or otherwise. It is an all-encompassing social/political/legal life-system. It manipulates religion to achieve control, wealth and power over both its adherents and its opponents, in every single country that it is practised – violently, when it is resisted.

The evidence is witnessed in every corner of the world on a daily basis. So far, it has met no resistance in Britain.

Our political masters, and indeed the mainstream media, prefer to swallow that sweet “99 per cent” placebo rather than the harsher tasting medicine of truth.

The mosques were ready for Woolwich, because they really don’t need another London bombing. Things are going along swimmingly – they’re playing the long game.

They had their spokesmen lined up in a row, while the preachers of a global caliphate wisely kept their heads down, egomaniac Choudary apart. You don’t think they’ve suddenly gone away, do you?

Paradoxically, this outrage has bolstered their position.

Had our government been similarly primed, it could have made non-negotiable demands of ‘the community’; the abolition of sharia courts and the banning of the veil; it could have leveraged them towards the mainstream.

Instead we got Theresa May squealing for the rebirth of her Snooper’s Charter while Cameron beggared off to Ibiza for some sun. Very Churchillian.

Meanwhile our media shifted its blame-finger to security service attempts to recruit Adebolajo; they daren’t overly castigate the real culprits, preferring to find someone amongst ourselves to hold accountable, as usual. We really do get what we deserve.

So, what next? More ‘reaching out’ to the Muslim community I’d guess, which just means throwing more money at them – an attempt to buy some love and respect. Idiots.

The establishment almost choked, so quick was it to swallow that “99 per cent” myth, of which there isn’t a single piece of statistical analysis in support. There’s volumes of data painting quite a different, subversive and radical picture.

The defenders of Troy were less gullible when they hauled that big old wooden horse through the front gates of the city. If more of our politicians were historians rather than lawyers, the nation might stand a chance, but Westminster is full of Neville Chamberlains.

This could have been a watershed moment in so many ways, and from what I’ve observed, it was.

Mission accomplished.

 

SUCH as our towns have problems, and individuals we really wouldn’t miss if they suddenly disappeared down a hole in the ground, there are many who would leave very difficult holes to fill behind them.

One such is Dewsbury Chamber of Trade President, market traders’ figurehead and local Rotarian Trish Makepeace.

You see and read more of Trish in our pages than entire wards full of councillors, and for good reason.

People like Trish, and her Chamber deputy Andrew Hutchinson, put in more unpaid hours trying to drag our benighted communities back onto their feet, than a dozen or more paid north Kirklees councillors that I can think of – combined.

Part of the problem of being such a public persona however, is epitomised by a letter writer last week who cited some of Trish’s comments about Dewsbury town centre’s woes, before focussing on his reasons – which, as a signed and sealed EDL member, weren't difficult to fathom.

I took it that he was using Trish as a symbol of all the authorities collectively responsible for the town’s malaise.

Trish, as a volunteer citizen, and a dedicated one at that, took it very personally and was terribly hurt.

On the one hand it’s a common pitfall of public life, paid or not.

You put your head over the parapet, there’s always someone going to take a potshot.

Some – far from all – politicians (and outspoken newspaper publishers), have to develop rhino skins to survive.

So I’m sorry you were hurt Trish, and I implore you to keep up the good work, because the town’s councillors are mostly useless (and anyone wanting to cite examples to the contrary are welcome to write to us!)

We love you, and more importantly, Dewsbury needs you.

 

A PAL found it funny after being approached by a young lady at the weekend about sponsoring a sports team. It took him a while to realise she’d mistaken him for me.

Well to be fair Paul Ginnelly and I are both devilishly handsome brutes who wear our hair fashionably short, have magnificently athletic physiques and sport twinkling blue-eyed smiles.

An easy mistake to make clearly, and if you placed Brad Pitt between us, strangers could spend hours trying to work out exactly who's who.

However, having shared the joke, it occurred that being mistaken for me isn't necessarily a bonus in some parts of this district. As celebrity lookalike careers go, it's like being the spitting image of Jimmy Savile.

So Paul, I’ve got a tip pal: grow a tash, or start wearing a syrup. That or buy a big badge with your name on it.

The fact is that most of the time even I’m not at all keen on being me...

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