IT WAS the best of Britain, the worst of Britain. A religious fanatic goes on a murderous rampage and courageous men risk life and limb to stop him. Armed officers, seeing his suicide vest, finish the job.
What? The bomb wasn’t real? The blade that executed Jack Merritt and Saskia Jones was real enough, so all you feeble apologists can shove those sentiments where the sun don’t shine.
And then, sigh, the politicos get involved. They can’t help themselves, like schoolkids let loose in Willie Wonka’s chocolate factory.
“It was Labour’s fault for introducing laws allowing Usman Khan to be released early,” wheedles the pathetic Boris Johnson, whose general election campaign is falling apart like Theresa May’s. He looks scared of his own shadow, let alone Andrew Neil.
Given the Brexit mess Johnson’s barbs would be better aimed at the European Court of Human Rights. It’s their laws that mean ideological killers like Usman Khan must be released for ‘rehabilitation’ like misguided shoplifters.
The reply from Corbyn and Co, blaming ubiquitous ‘Tory cuts’ were as bad. “Probation service at breaking point” … “over-crowded prisons” … “no police left…”
Fair enough, but remind us again – who looted the UK’s pensions, sold our gold reserves for buttons, crippled the NHS with PFIs (that’s ‘P’ as in ‘privatised’ Jezza) and left a ‘hilarious’ note to the incoming Tories that “there’s no money left”?
How Liam Byrne, Gordon Brown and pals laughed! And they were the responsible economic face of Labour! Wait until the fiscally incontinent lunatics get the chequebook.
Yes we need to toughen up on terrorists – but can’t while in the EU – and our police and prison services need to be fit for purpose. But pointing schoolyard fingers over the bodies of two bright, young people is tawdry indeed.
DO YOU know where radical Islam’s biggest recruiting grounds are? And it’s not Dewsbury’s giant Tablighi Jamaat HQ in Savile Town, or suchlike.
Those friendly dawa stalls in shopping precincts, proclaiming the peaceful face of Islam? They’re as harmless as the Mormons or Jehovah’s Witnesses on your doorstep.
Try the British prison system and if you don’t believe me, ask a prison officer or an inmate.
In high security prisons run mostly by gangs, the Muslim gang is by far the biggest, with a toxic mix of drug dealers, sex groomers and jailed terrorists, from failed plotters like Usman Khan to hate-preachers like Anjem Choudary and hardcore ISIS warriors.
That’s one malignant cocktail to cast the worst of our social misfits into – a criminal and spiritual home for anyone who feels failed by British society.
And if that’s not explosive enough, we’ve a prison system as riddled with a politically correct “just keep ‘em happy until it isn’t our problem” philosophy, as every British public body.
And so prisons keep the best lid they can on things until, wiping their brow, they clang their doors shut behind the departing Usman Khans as they head off to the ‘supervision’ of an overworked probation officer.
Oh joy. Because after eight years seething in a cesspit of radical preaching and criminal learning, what could possibly go wrong? Of course ideologically poisoned fanatics will see the error of their ways! Not.
Still, by then it’s not the prison’s problem and, once boxes are ticked, it’s not probation’s problem … just the poor old Bobby, who really hasn’t time to keep an eye on terrorists, what with all those nasty ‘far right’ Twitter trolls he’s pursuing.
Oh well folks, just hope it’s not your son and daughter who’s next – because there will be a next. But if you really want to look on the bright side, at least it won’t be Usman Khan.
THIS column, as thrusting as it tries to be, also sees the need for a little occasional light relief …. so to speak.
The challenge, in a newspaper which likes to consider itself family-friendly, is how to navigate the appropriate terminology. It’s literally a touchy subject.
I suspect ailing national The Mirror also considers itself a family paper, but it gushed its admiration over the findings of a survey into the benefits of what might be described as ‘me’ time.
However the Mirror didn’t beat about the bush, oh no; it couldn’t repeat often enough the three-syllable word that could be misheard as describing a General Election forum. You know, a BBC session with lots of party leaders – a mass debate (not that you could hardly call those a love-in).
Apparently a survey by a group called Univia found that people who are, shall we say, ‘self-sufficient’ on a regular basis, are far more likely to hold management positions and earn higher salaries.
The Mirror didn’t quite come right out and call them all a bunch of ‘City bankers’. Indeed its findings were praiseworthy about the many and varied benefits of self-fulfillment, from lowering stress levels to building self-confidence – and of course the previously stated financial benefits that go, erm, hand in hand with it.
Apparently letting off solitary steam makes you eight per cent more likely to demand a pay rise from the boss – so I hope my staff are reading this. When next one does an Oliver Twist “can I have more please, sir?” they’ll know exactly what the gaffer’s raised eyebrow is alluding to.
Anyway chaps, the next time you tell the wife you can’t decide whether to go for a pint or watch the footy on TV, and she replies “please yourself…” you will at least have been given a third option.
PS: I don’t know why I bothered trying to be discreet. In The Sunday Times, the gender Nazis are insisting that trans and gay issues now be taught to kiddies as young as five. Good grief. At least my best mate’s daughter was 18 when he nervously said it was time they had a conversation about the ‘s-e-x’ word and she replied: “Sure dad – what do you want to know?”
THIS time next week the nation’s fate will be sealed (please God, not a hung Parliament!)
I’ve nothing against Tracy Brabin, but a lot against her hateful supporters like Mark Martin – and more on that lot next Friday. But it would be a momentous day for British democracy if Batley & Spen’s silent majority got off their sofas and sent a proud, local man to Parliament in Paul Halloran.
Boy, would that shake the establishment. Because every revolution has to start somewhere, and local folk have the chance, here and now.
Over in Dewsbury, and especially around my old home in Bywell Road, just up from deceased ward councillor Paul Kane, voters get the chance to send two messages – one to Westminster, one to Kirklees.
The Huddersfield Examiner had the good grace on Monday to take down a website story featuring Labour candidate Eric Firth invoking the memory of Paul, the implied support of his sons and crocodile tears of regret that he was ‘forced’ to fight an election no-one wanted. The man has no shame.
Last week Independent councillor Aleks Lukic told how Firth refused to hand over a charity cheque, miffed that Aleks was present for the photo op. Just this week I spoke to a resident who said ‘hi’ to Eric outside Lidl and was told to eff off. He’d shown some form of minor disloyalty to a bloke who clearly thinks he owns the place and is owed a living.
Hey Eric … whatever happens next Thursday, don’t think there aren’t more questions for you and Paul Moore to answer. And yes – I would be voting for another Independent, Chris Stoner.