'Fuck the memory of your war dead!'

My love of irony sometimes turns sour and this picture, courtesy of The Mail, provides a sick-inducing re-action deep in my gut.  The irony, of course, is that the millions of men and women who died in a supreme struggle to preserve our liberties had no idea that the liberty they died for would include the freedom to desecrate their memories.

The stench of a cancerous moral corruption which we have allowed to grow unchecked for the past 50 years is now all-pervading.  Here, at last, we see the over-ripe, rotting fruits of progressivism.  No point in looking to Parliament for leadership, the Palace of Westminster and its inhabitants are even more maggot-ridden than the rotten carcasses they are supposed to lead.

God help us all!

ADDITIONAL:  Lest you have failed to fill the nearest fire-bucket with vomit here is an additional irony that should do the trick.  The pig-ignorant yob swinging from the flag on the Cenotaph is the son of a zillionaire pop star who could afford £9k a term university fees let alone £9k a year.

UPDATE:  According to The Telegraph, the young man concerned has issued a fulsome apology:

He said: "I feel nothing but shame. My intention was not to attack or defile the Cenotaph. Running along with a crowd of people who had just been violently repelled by the police, I got caught up in the spirit of the moment.

"I did not realise that it was the Cenotaph and if I had, I certainly would not have done what I did.

"I feel additionally mortified that my moment of idiocy has distracted so much from the message yesterday's protest was trying to send out.

"Those who are commemorated by the Cenotaph died to protect the very freedoms that allow the people of Britain the right to protest and I feel deeply ashamed to have, although unintentionally and unknowingly, insulted the memory of them.

"Ignorance is the poorest of excuses but I am sincerely sorry."

As someone, myself, who has had cause, many a time and oft', to apologise for misbehaviour, I believe that is a handsome and gracious apology and should be accepted as such.  Of course, it does not detract in the slightest from my generalised comments.

 

Comments

[JuliaM]

If you wait long enough, the socialists and anarchists always, ALWAYS overreach themselves.

It's as if they saw that throwing billiard balls and flares at police horses wasn't getting them despised by quite everyone, so they decided to up their game by insulting the war dead.

[David Duff]

I take your point, Julia, but each time they commit these atrocious acts the more acceptable they become and our responses to them ever more feeble until suddenly we awake to the fact that the Visigoths are inside the city walls not outside.

[JK]

I may be missing something, wouldn't £9k a term university fees include "reading lessons"? There appears after all some few words etched into the cenotaph. And parts of his 'remorse' - "I did not realise that it was the Cenotaph and if I had, I certainly would not have done what I did..." seem at best, somewhat insincere.

The action as pictured seems to show some, er, determination.

Any chance the lad is a member of the Westboro congregation in Kansas?

[David Duff]

Hello, JK, I was beginning to worry about you - welcome back.

As for our 'hero', of course he didn't know it was the Cenotaph, after all, he's studying History at Cambridge!

[Mike Cunningham]

To quote one who wrote far better than I could aspire to:-

'Methinks he doth protest too much!'

Apart from the obvious comment, which is simply that the Cenotaph is perhaps the most photographed and publicised monument in the whole of London, is it just possible that he is not able to read the words which are chiselled into our memories, as well as on the side of the memorial itself; namely "The Glorious Dead".

As Ken Clarke is so fond of community sentences, perhaps our flag-pulling friend could perhaps spend maybe two thousand hours cleaning up in the surgical theatres after the military men whom he seems to despise so much have been operated upon! Get him used to being in the real world, the world of hurt, and blood and reality, the world he has been divorced from for too long!