Yesterday was, without doubt, one of the happiest and most satisfying days of my life. My wife and I had, under our roof at the same time, just about all of our family together, plus the next generation. My two sons together with my two grandsons and their Moms, and daughter, herself home on holiday from Australia. One of my two brothers was down, together with his wife, making it the most crowded extended living room in a long time. It was, for me, a time when I could hold both my grandsons at the same time, and gaze proudly upon my own and extended families together.
We did not worry about what was happening outside, because we knew that all was, comparatively, well! We knew that criminals would be caught, not necessarily being too pleased at how they were treated within the justice system, which is leniently; but the police, on the whole, do the job for which we employ them, and for that, and that alone, we are quietly satisfied. If this excuse for a Government states that it is bringing in ever-more restrictive legislation, or if one of it’s advisers brings an opinion out on how he wishes to deal with THOSE WHO DRINK TOO MUCH, we shrug our shoulders, knowing that in this country, they only rule by our consent, and they will very likely be wiped-out at the next election, because we accept that we are a nation of laws, and those laws must be obeyed, no matter how disgusted we may be at the changes to our democratic way of life!
Not so in the unhappy Province where the deadly hand of the IRA, and it’s spawned organisations such as the Continuity IRA, or the Real IRA, hold sway. This is where we saw what has remained hidden, unacknowledged by just about all newspapers and television commentators, and warned about by only a few lone voices. We saw POLICEMEN PELTED WITH PETROL BOMBS, we saw the hooded gangsters throwing rocks; and for why? Because they know that, in the so-called peace process-ruled world of which the liberals are so proud, it bloody well works! They see their old terror godfathers, and yes, convicted murderers too, given cash, and cars, and places in government; they see the grinning McGuinness leaping off to America to meet with the President! They know that it has worked before, so why not again?
So while my family and I met in perfect harmony, with only a toddler’s tears to dry; we didn’t have to worry about whether our cars would be burnt, or whether one of my kids would be targeted because he dared to argue with a known terrorist in a bar, because we haven’t given in yet to the demands of terror; the same demands which were met by Blair, Brown, Westminster, Dublin and all the panoply which gave rise to the Peace Process!
As I have maybe commented previously;
Some Peace, Some Process!
X-posted from A Tangled Web