"I started reading about the rare condition that killed Martin McGuinness. I got about four words in. And then I realised.
I couldn't care less. Couldn't care less what he had, what impact it had on him or why it caused him to die.
I am just glad he is dead."
Martin McGuinness (pictured right in 1985)
"Glad he is gone and we no longer have the monster paraded about on our screens as the Second Coming of Christ
I'm not the least bit concerned if his death was painful or otherwise. He had the extraordinary blessing of a reasonably long life. And the gift of knowing he was going to die. He was able to set his affairs in order, to say thank you to the people who loved him, and to feel at peace with the life he was leaving behind.
His victims, those who died at the hands of his army, his bombs, and allegedly his own sub-machine gun — had no such opportunity.
Many never saw thirty. Never got to enjoy the long life he has enjoyed. Their relatives were handed life sentences of their own, too, having to deal with the devastation he wrought......"
"The
'disappeared', those who were abducted, murdered and secretly buried by the
IRA, four of whom have never been found despite a commission set up to locate
their remains. The families of these victims walk hand in hand with grief and
injustice every day."
"The
list is endless. Kneecappings, bombings, shootings, sniper fire. Men, women and
children. Particularly children: Mary Travers, 22; Kathleen Feeny, 14; Carol
Ann McCool, 4; Kathryn Eakin, 9; Gordon Gallagher, 9 ... it goes on and on. A
mountain of dead. Murdered during the period in which the Butcher of Bogside
was in command.
So no,
Gerry Adams — you who also have blood on your hands — McGuinness did not work
'tirelessly for peace and reconciliation'. If he had, the bodies of the
disappeared would be back with those they loved."
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